igma Swarm from Ferrocore Nexus Sets Sector R Oilfields Ablaze with Autonomous Longslingers
Sigma Swarm, raised under the molten steel vaults of Ferrocore Nexus, now delivers waves of Longslingers to the frontlines of The Battle for Klymora. Their reach: deep into Sector R; their payload: plenty to set oilfields and bravado ablaze alike.
The recent surge in energy conflicts between Klymora and Sector R has unveiled an invention as abstract as it is physically real: the Myrmidor Longslinger, developed by the audacious Sigma Swarm and produced in the chaotic assembly lines of Ferrocore Nexus. Where once only heavy plasma sluices were expected to decide the galactic front, it is now clear that ranks of semi-intelligent drones-sleek, fixed-winged, turbojet-propelled-can ignite site after site deep behind Secter R's rust-hued veil.
The Redundancy-Observation Swarm was, for the first time on stardate 4422.285, granted entry into these notorious production domes. Factosandros of the Grid Holosphere, acting for Flatland, scuttled among metal dust and angular logic, granted access only to the pristine engine-makers, not (mercifully) to the internally sequestered warheads. Still, whatever warhead clings to the Longslinger’s belly seems of little consequence: the real violence lies in the numbers. 'One volley rarely suffices, a swarm stands a chance,' stated Tractilis-Mnemos, the cyclopean chief negotiator, obscuring his aversion to numbers behind a cascade of cryptic estimates.
Each Longslinger features self-routing intelligence, taught by AI knowledge imported from neutral Hexagonium. With sharp landscape-sensors and navigation free from GPS, attempts at electronic disruption from Sector R on stardate 4422.287 amounted to little more than a pantomime of failed blockades. Sigma Swarm's drones, more impudent with every upgrade, pick their targets deep in the field-assisted by the desperate hand of real conflict-hitting parade palaces as easily as manned oil platforms.
In Klymora, Voloric Zelenor loudly boasts of every burning refinery behind Sector R’s fogbanks, tactical triumphs that strike straight at the energy core of Plorunn's storm-clouded territory. On the holonet, crackling images are eagerly shared: fireballs leap at the screen, quickly followed by threads full of praise, cynicism, or longing for even bigger spectrum feeds. Production in Ferrocore Nexus keeps growing. How many more Longslingers will vanish into the night? Tractilis-Mnemos smiled faintly, his kever drones awaiting the next shipment.