452 Mercenaries Incoming

Max set the alarm to get up early the next morning to prepare for their meetings, but it seemed that the alarm wasn't early enough. He was awoken by an urgent message from the bridge staff.

[Sir, we have incoming Mercenary Vessels. Not just a few. Our signals count over fifty.] The radio officer informed him.

The Black Wolves should only have a dozen vessels, and some of them barely qualified as Cutters, so either they had brought back allies to split up loot after a successful mission, or this was a trap.

[All hands to ready stations. Mercenary ships are incoming, and we have not yet determined if they are all friendly.] Max ordered, quickly getting into the augmentic armor suit that he had been given after the trials were complete but leaving the helmet in the flat space storage.