Rule courtesy of AngryAmerican

8207: Radio station regulations exist for a reason. 50,000 watt transmitters are acceptable if you get the permits, but no more. Pushing higher will probably be its own punishment.
8207a: Plus the FCC will get involved, and all we need is another level of bureaucracy involved.

The beach was quiet except for crashing waves and the occasional seagull. Oklahoma and Duncan lay side by side on the sand, enjoying the quiet. The pair were dozing when Oklahoma sat up and looked around.

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"It sounds like-" Then Oklahoma grabbed her head in pain as the sound became louder. Duncan realized that the sound was coming from her, faintly but clearly audible. The words became clear as Oklahoma slumped unconscious onto the sand.

"Turn it off! Turn it off!"

Then the voice stopped. A few moments later Oklahoma's eyes fluttered open to see a concerned Duncan kneeling beside her.

She sat up and rubbed her head, "What happened?"

"You said that there was a noise, then it got louder, then you passed out. After that, it stopped."

"That's never happened before." Oklahoma started to get up, assisted by Duncan when what sounded like every car alarm in the parking lot on the other side of the hotel went off.

"What the heck is it now?" She looked up past the hotel, to the large antenna standing above it. "That's new."

"Huh…" Duncan put one of Oklahoma's arms around her shoulder to support her as they headed up the beach. "That looks like a radio station antenna-" He stopped.

"What?"

"Back in oh, 1930 something. There was a radio station with a 500-kilowatt transmitter, it was in Ohio or somewhere close to it. The thing could be heard out in New York, and rumor has it that people could hear it in their bed springs if they were close enough to it."

"What sort of idiot would do something like that?"

Mobile pulled herself up on her desk and wiped the blood flowing from her nose away. The studio was in total disarray, with papers and sound equipment scattered across the floor. Illinois had found her way through the wall, leaving a large battleship-shaped hole. Randolph was busy puking her guts out in the corner. Mobile looked down at the schematic of the transmitter, and the shielding that was supposed to keep them safe from the effects of 750,000 watts of emitted energy.

It was a titanic undertaking, most of the components were made by their group to spec after all. All of it, from the collapsible antenna, the power hookups for almost a million watts of electricity, the shielding to keep them safe...

"Where did we go wrong?"

"Well figure it out before we try and turn it on again." Randolph staggered to her feet and started stumbling towards the door of the studio, "I need to wash my mouth out." Mobile returned to pouring over the plans as the carrier left the room.

Randolph, feeling better already, stopped as the locked door to their studio was battered aside. Two people walked in, the one in front clearly a shipgirl. Both of them looked pretty angry too.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Oklahoma, and this is my fiancé Duncan. Who are you and what did you do?"

"Hey, we have a broadcast license." The carrier averted her eyes, "Not for something as powerful as we actually built, but it was a good project to test. Are those car alarms?"

"Yes." Oklahoma grabbed Randolph and lead her to the door. The carrier paled as the sound of two resorts worth of car alarms filled the air.

"You haven't..."

"We called the police already, and they're on their way. And I'm going to keep any of you from trying to run away."

Randolph considered making a break for it, there was no way that either of them could hope to catch her, but her fingerprints were literally all over the building. She sighed in resignation as police sirens converged on the station. "Well, crap."

Admiral Lewis whistled as he looked inside the transmitter equipment. "Mighty fine setup they got."

"The FCC is calling, they say that they've gotten complaints from down in Mexico and from Halifax about this." His secretary ship, Las Vegas Victory, said.

"I'm not surprised. The biggest transmitter like this I've seen was up in Ohio, maxed out at 500 kilowatts. This bad boy peaked at 750 thousand watts." Lewis said admiringly. "With a little bit of work, they could probably boost it even higher..."

"Sir."

"Right, yeah." He turned to Las Vegas Victory, "Time to find out what they'll need to pay to the FCC for this stunt."

"And you need to decide what to do with Mobile, Randolph, and Illinois."

"I think that what happened to them was its own punishment, do you think they'll try it again?"

"No. I think that they won't."