Plourr's strong voice rings out. "Empress Isplourrdacartha Estillo. My father was Emperor Uthorferrellcartha Estillo the Third. Security parameters, off." A low beep. "Lights." The lights come up.
The 'room' is really more of a warehouse, the ceiling rising high and the walls extending far, and they are covered in shelves, racks, and all sorts of ways of holding weaponry. As for the weaponry itself -- there is too much to take in all at once.
Racks of blaster rifles, one entire row of tiny holdout blasters; a shelf full of round thermal detonators, each carefully kept in its place. One far wall holds mines, stacked atop each other. There are blocks of knives, of vibroblades, of forcepikes and truncheons and even more exotic-looking weaponry -- even some swords.
It is everything needed to outfit the entirety of the capital city's defense forces, in overwhelming quantities.
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Plourr's strong voice rings out. "Empress Isplourrdacartha Estillo. My father was Emperor Uthorferrellcartha Estillo the Third. Security parameters, off." A low beep. "Lights." The lights come up.
The 'room' is really more of a warehouse, the ceiling rising high and the walls extending far, and they are covered in shelves, racks, and all sorts of ways of holding weaponry. As for the weaponry itself -- there is too much to take in all at once.
Racks of blaster rifles, one entire row of tiny holdout blasters; a shelf full of round thermal detonators, each carefully kept in its place. One far wall holds mines, stacked atop each other. There are blocks of knives, of vibroblades, of forcepikes and truncheons and even more exotic-looking weaponry -- even some swords.
It is everything needed to outfit the entirety of the capital city's defense forces, in overwhelming quantities.