Klington
07-12-2004, 04:48
The Grand Admiral of Klington had heard his leaders planning this for months. His Superiors had been sending exploration vehicals far away from the GEs Boundarys, trying to find a hidden or little known system to build their wonderous machine. With this wonderous machine, they actually stood a chance against the Sith. They had started out by placing a strong EMP shield on each of the 9 Planets, and to allow ships to come and leave the area, the EMP shields would first have to be weakened by a control center on the 3rd Planet from the Star. And then the ships would have to pass through a mind field, getting directions from the Control Center, then they would have to repeat the process. There were numerous super lasers placed throughout the system. In addition to these first Pre-cautionary measures, Klington authorities placed 2 Battle Platforms at each planet. Also to keep people from using hyperdrive to enter the system, Klington Placed an Anti-FTL bubble around the system.
Within weeks, Ships were coming and going into and from the system. Delivering supplies and contributing to the building of the great machine, which was found among plans from an ancient culture, long dead, it was ingenious. The Grand Admiral of Klington upon first arriving at the solar system called upon his messenger. A thin man encased in the traditional Klington Battle Armor walked into the room. "You wanted me for something, sir?" "Yes I did, Upon entering this system, I heard no music. Know, what kind of facility are we harboring here?", The thin man opened up his mouth and protest, and his supposed heart-felt words fell on the floor "Well, it was objected to by the Army, sir.", The Admirals nostrils flared, "ARE WE THE ARMY? YOU WILL RESTRICT RADIO SIGNALS TO ARMY BATTLE SUITS AND ALLOW THE SPACE FLEET TO LISTEN TO OUR MUSIC!!", The thin messenger, stood as straight as he could and raised his hand in salute. His appearance somewhat like a stick, he responded, "Of Course, Sir!" With that the Admiral handed the Messenger a datapad with Van Halen, Guns N' Roses Appetite For Destruction, All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, and People Who Died by Jim Carroll, as well as much more. You see, In Klington Big Loudspeakers pump out propaganda and good music. And it wasnt unlike a soldier to miss the wailing of the good ol' music.
Most of the fleet was stationed in this area at this time, and they would be darned if they would allow the Damned Sith to take this from them. Luckily, Anagonia had never heard of this idea, they were pretty much safe. And ready...
Within weeks, Ships were coming and going into and from the system. Delivering supplies and contributing to the building of the great machine, which was found among plans from an ancient culture, long dead, it was ingenious. The Grand Admiral of Klington upon first arriving at the solar system called upon his messenger. A thin man encased in the traditional Klington Battle Armor walked into the room. "You wanted me for something, sir?" "Yes I did, Upon entering this system, I heard no music. Know, what kind of facility are we harboring here?", The thin man opened up his mouth and protest, and his supposed heart-felt words fell on the floor "Well, it was objected to by the Army, sir.", The Admirals nostrils flared, "ARE WE THE ARMY? YOU WILL RESTRICT RADIO SIGNALS TO ARMY BATTLE SUITS AND ALLOW THE SPACE FLEET TO LISTEN TO OUR MUSIC!!", The thin messenger, stood as straight as he could and raised his hand in salute. His appearance somewhat like a stick, he responded, "Of Course, Sir!" With that the Admiral handed the Messenger a datapad with Van Halen, Guns N' Roses Appetite For Destruction, All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, and People Who Died by Jim Carroll, as well as much more. You see, In Klington Big Loudspeakers pump out propaganda and good music. And it wasnt unlike a soldier to miss the wailing of the good ol' music.
Most of the fleet was stationed in this area at this time, and they would be darned if they would allow the Damned Sith to take this from them. Luckily, Anagonia had never heard of this idea, they were pretty much safe. And ready...