They're Just Throwing Themselves At Us
I angled my ship to join the formation escorting the Destroyer.
There were fifteen other ships not counting Amber and myself escorting the Destroyer, five of them were clearly the client's bodyguards since they were all the same design of A Class fighters while the other ten were a mix of varying designs and classes.
Some of them even look like they were patchwork ships that were barely being held together using spare parts.
I guess that's the expected quality of the ships around here or something.
Just by looking at the Destroyer and the escort ships, even I could tell that the client was most likely connected to the government in some way or other.
But well, as long as he's paying us, I guess I don't care who he really is.
A call came through and I tapped on my console to answer it, revealing the leader that we met just now.
"Calling all escorts, we'll be engaging travel speed in ten seconds."