Narrator: Twenty billion 'smart' munitions - breacher missiles, teraport jammers, and assorted other self-directed dealers of death - just popped up on the liberation fleet scopes. Spread through the system, the fleet isn't so much surrounded as it is engulfed, with no clear battle lines beyond individual units' shielding. Unfortunately, we left off a week ago with sergeant schlock in peril, so the resolution of this new crisis will have to wait. Remember, patience is a virtue.
F'sherl Smartbombs: Patience my asteroids. I wanna kill something.
Narrator: Out at target echo, schlock crash-lands...
Judo Targets: Eeew... Is it dead?
SFX: Grab. WHAM
Schlock: Nope.
Judo Targets: You need to use armor piercing judo next time, slime-ball.
Schlock: There's going to be a next time? I figured you bozos would just kill me outright.