Rodion’s mouth made an ‘n’ shape inside his neat facial hair. “What can I say? Its uh.. old school, hmm? Auto-assist for drones and fighters, nothing bigger than that. Like arcade game in my office. Duck hunt, very fun, very addictive. You buy or no?” Someone called down to Rodion in Bulgarian from a scaffold erected around one of the starship hulls. He shouted back over the sound of drilling and grinding, gesturing animatedly.

“We might be able to hook up some of our other sensors to get a longer range view, but it sounds like we’d be relying on you actually being a good shot.” Light surmised to Senjen. “What else do you have?” He asked Rodion.

“Well, I do have buyer interested already…but I have three Scarab turrets in stock. One needs new power core and one needs new optics but they pack more punch, huh? Mostly autonomous and give full field of fire! Work good on Tindrel piece of shit ships too.”

He showed them another schematic of a six legged robotic gun platform that could move around the outside of the hull like a beetle on a piece of dung.