The watchtower was an astounding piece of technology.
The computers were the world's finest and had recently been enhanced by the resident extraterrestrial, nothing within ten light-years could match them.
The outer face was covered in the latest discoveries of nanotechnology and metallurgy, electrically reinforced it was able to withstand not only the cold of space but also the various space-debris that hit it on a daily basis.
The windows were made from special carbon fibers that were hard and flexible enough to withstand most accidents the superpowered visitors could produce but still allowed enough light through to give one the feeling there was nothing there at all.
The interior had been custom designed to give any passerby the right feeling at the right time. A state of constant alertness for the control room. A subtle comfort in the mess hall and personal areas.
But not only the station itself, but also its personnel were topnotch. Every technician and member of security had been trained in not only self-defense but also crisis-management and mediation. They could handle themselves well in any situation.
All those components had a part in holding up what had been the status quo for quite some time now.
Monitoring the station's stable orbit on one screen while checking a new security protocol on another, the man identified by his nametag as "Harriman" furrowed his brow.
With his posture made to prevent muscle hardening and his fingers dancing over the keyboard like those of a pianist he radiated an aura of competence.
Almost everyone did around here. Everything and everyone worked together perfectly like a well-oiled machine, ready to withstand any disaster.
Batman smiled.