The navigation officer replies, "There's nothing else in sensor range, and no surveillance satellites. We should be able to neutralize them before they can reach jump limit."
I sigh with relief -- we can save them without being seen. They're liars like the rest of their kind, but in this they're innocent, and the aggressors are irredeemably broken. "Captain, please hail the merchant and let them know we're en route."
She opens a comms channel. "Beowulf, this is Patrol Frigate Cherenkov Radiation. Prioritize defensive fire, you have assistance inbound."
I lose myself in the strategic display, and become one with my fighter pilots.
We have a mission.
(Why, yes -- it is a Shivva-class Patrol Frigate.)