Suddenly we realized it was just an illusion that there were sleepers on our sensors as we found ourselves amidst the wreckage of immobilized assault class vehicles
While the sleepers thought they had a firm grasp on the solar system the relentless team of firestorm operatives penetrated the immense sleeper stronghold and let loose a fury of scourge missiles with the precision of the finest snipers in the galaxy.
Not one sleeper ship survived as the squadron which called themselves the Firestorm swept across fortress to fortress leaving nothing but rubble in the wake of the unknown cosmos without so much as a scratch on their hulls.
Tirelessly the Firestorm crew pushed into the unknown poking every rock and turning every stone until the sleepers scurried from their hiding places and bits of space dust filled the void where they once slept.
The crew celebrated and cheered while the newest member took notes. Writing in his journal how every detail of the expedition turned at every corner on their route to glory. Picking up the Melted Nanoribbons scattered amongst the scraps.
Perched upon the galactic summit of sleeper carcasses stood the firestorm flag as it waved in the floating space dust that once was neural networking of sleeper drone brains. Now a silent gap of space like the gap in the pizza box they left behind.
The sleepers could not withstand the barrage of kinetic damage as the elite missiles breached their hulls. The unmanned space bots charged in with the courage of Leeeeroy Jenkins and it was a mistake that sealed their fate.
Deep on into the night the firestorm officers laughed and told stories of old during combat. The sleepers had no way to communicate or surrender as the attackers had their communications closed to outside signals. No one could hear their screams.
Little did the sleepers know their stuff was already being marked for order to the highest bidders and fences in the galaxy.
-Firestorm Wrecker Service
-F.W.S. BuzZBladE
