Whispering Voices, as an extension of the DAMOCLES project, has recently authorised the sending of excess Brilliant Arrow satellites into far orbit giving them a greater area of coverage - if making refuelling harder.
The colossal satellites gently drifted out, away from the embrace of Mother Earth's gravity. Their malevolent eyes stared unceasingly in each direction, as inside them chemical fluids for the production of Gamma Ray Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation beams swirled and morassed inside their tanks. Tracking systems and targeting diodes flashed occasionally, as the odd beam of invisible light directed out to them gave them information and their orders.
Things were being targeted, many things. Fortunately, there was nothing better for rapidly destroying a large number of targets than a GRASER.
Bishop Jared Marklew looked, as he did every time New Babel crested the bulk of the earth and came into the glory of the sun, at the vast shipbuilding facilities working overtime.
Amongst the largest such yards in existence, the New Babel and its now attendant platforms had long ago finished the nation's commitment to the DAMOCLES project. Confident in the utter impenetrability of the orbital defences of Whispering Voices, he watched as the massive drones that looked as large as tears on his viewscreen continued to pull more of the tremendous number of spheres that floated around together.
The giant balls were being maneouvered, out of sight into what appeared to be ... shells. Thick, rectangular shells, with slightly pointed ends. Spheres in turn were attached onto these as well as sucked inside, and the sheathes just kept on getting filled and the spheres just kept on flowing out.
Of course, compared to the even larger Santa Barbaran shipbuilding facilities, the Whispering Voices ones were small; however, they more than eclipsed those of over 99.5% of the rest of the universe.
Quite what the spheres and shells did wasn't obvious; there was too much radiation in the area around them for sensors to get even vaguely accurate reads.
But the crowning achievement of all was as the drones hauled the monofilamented buckyball 'net' into position around the New Babel itself. Totally invisible given its lack of mass, the only reason Marklew imagined he could see it was because he had read its horrific details only that morning.