The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, industrial-scale 3D printer looms in the darkness of a dingy, cramped factory room, umm, its print bed covered in a tangle of discarded, half-assembled drone parts and twitching, bioluminescent wires. Like, the air's thick with the smell of burned circuit boards and there's this grinding, metallic screech as the printer jerks back to life, extruding a stream of molten, pulsing plastic that's somehow coalescing into functional, flight-ready drones. The factory's walls are slick with a thin layer of engine grease and... what looks like the rendered fat of some animal.