Ranged Attack

"What sort of units are we dealing with?" I asked calmly.

"Mostly exo-suits, a smattering of cheap mechas, as well as a few battered looking frigates." Came the reply.

I glanced at my hologram map of our surroundings. The ten battleships and fourteen destroyers were slowly distancing themselves from us, giving me the space I needed to maneuver if I had to, without having to enter their range of fire. 

Apart from the twenty four ships of our mercenary group, there was nobody else. 

Just light years of empty space.

My sixth sense was tingling slightly, feeling totally uncomfortable and suspicious over the absence of all the people who should be crowding planet Deep Blue. But I had over a million bloodthirsty pirates coming down on me, and I quickly shook that feeling of discomfort and suspicion away. 

Aragosh Dragonos can deal with such questions. Me, I just had to make sure I break those damned pirates and not let a single one pass me.