"What?! How many are there?!"
Avery had been asleep in bed when he received an emergency call from Jasmine who was currently in charge of the bridge.
They had just exited hyperspace into the system where they were supposed to deliver their first batch of cargo for the Odium Syndicate.
The entire time, their two stalkers had been trailing behind them, but now there was something far more concerning to worry about.
Apparently a hundred and sixty-three vessels had been waiting for them to arrive.
These were not just modified civilian ships that had some weapons and armor haphazardly attached either.
Though most of them were older models, all of them were warships that were comparable to what low or mid rank mercenaries might have.
Individually they would not be much of a problem, but all together they constituted a deadly force.
