The doors slide open to the bridge. They were greeted by roughly a dozen marines and their guns. They all look surprised, but their  officer wasn't on his first flight."Fire, now!" He commands and is the first to pull the trigger, his standard issue laser pistol sending a bolt towards the group, the rest of the marines soon following the example, firing short bursts at anyone who tries to enter the bridge.

"Incompetent mercenaries!" The captain curses."We are under attack from two directions, where are they?" Her yells and lobs a smoke grenade at the door."Cover up! Let them come, we will surround them!" He orders and looks over at a lone mercenary sitting with his feet on a desk."You! I don't know nor care what your deal is. You are getting paid for keeping this ship safe, now get to work!" The mercenary turns his head and his vizor glints before he gets up and picks up his assault rifle. He laughs softly and looks into the smoke that's covering the door."I now see why you need to rely on us so much." He states and removes the safety.

Another burst of drones exits the ship, for now at least they seem to be the last of their kind. Two more figters leaves the hangars before their blastdoors get closed up, the area around the ship now filled with lasers hunting Ramia and her flightsuit around. Suddenly Ramia's lock-on alarms start to rapidly warn her. The fighters have picked up a claw formation while the drones had been acting as a shield to them, and now each one of them fires out pair of rockets at her.