Tesla Primary Yard (Mars)

Tesla Primary Yard (Mars)

This is the only fabs licensed to build Tesla industrial units at scale — gate maintenance frames, tunnel welders, sky cars, and autominers the Hardfell Compact forbids from leaving Sol. Mars only. No clone factories off-world. Lawyers treat that sentence like scripture. Competitors treat it like a throat to squeeze.

The yard is a city of jigs under dust shields — kilometers of assembly lines where Mars rust never quite reaches the clean rooms, planetary inspectors with clipboards and personal grudges, and Concord liaisons who treat recall notices like weather you dress for. Shift horns mark time louder than the dome sky. Welding hiss and dust-filter whine are the local birdsong. Convoy rumble shakes the admin blocks when finished units roll toward belt deployment or Luna appeal holding pens.

Every ring coupling in the arm that shows a Tesla transponder probably slept here first. Helix Basin sends subassemblies that arrive stamped and argued over. Northreach sends hull bands that don't fit until someone files a waiver on Luna. And in the gap between tour-group safety rails and actual production floors, it is uncomfortably easy to mistake a sapient Korrathi negotiator for a maintenance frame — or to find an autominer serial plate that was never supposed to leave the bubble.