Styre's Lair

A concealed stronghold carved into the tor's base, its entrance hidden behind crumbling stone ruins and wiry gorse. The air reeks of burnt circuitry and ozone, thick with the hum of Sontaran machinery. Sloping tunnels lead downward into darkness, their walls lined with stolen human tech repurposed for alien purposes. At the center of the lair, a containment unit pulses with stolen Sontaran equipment, its stolen components now bound together by makeshift rigging. The floor is littered with discarded climbing gear and the scuff marks of recent flight, while dim emergency lighting casts long shadows across jagged rock formations. The space feels alive with the constant vibration of distant engines, the walls groaning under unseen pressures.