It was all he needed to hear. He fired off his thrusters to bring himself to bare at the front of Scrapeheap, before cooling them, and powered his left thrusters, allowing him to strafe right, making him a moving target. He then centered the front of his ship onto the massive ungodly swarm of unmanned ships. This gave the viper an incredibly small stiletto to target, thanks to it's arrowhead like design, and brought all of the Corvettes weapon's to bear.
He'd give it to them, why support a living military when you can just spam mechanical horror's that required nothing more than space to put them? The sheer numbers of the enemy was already making him nervous, and he could figure that it was both deadly not only to those foolish enough to try a head on charge into this swarm, but found himself remembering his contractors words. Any unwashed militia facing this would have surely ran at the first sign.
Thankfully, he was surronded in friendly AA, and had a bit of his own. Still... If any of that reached him...
His solution came in a split second, as he came to recognize what it meant to be facing an army of drones. He shut off his directional thrusters, letting him drift at speed, and then began spinning his like a clock.
"Release Chauff."
"Chauff released." Nivera instantly reported.
To the outside eye, it'd appear that the viper might have a coolant leak, as tiny white specks began to spill out into space in a large cloud. In reality, they were an incredible swarm of tiny computers. These computers could fit about five of themselves into a hand, and was a simple mesh of electronic parts, but their purpose was sinister.
Each computer did it's best to broadcast on every frequencies in it's range, which for it's hardware, was quite broad. It then began to overheat to the point of turning into a molten ball, a design flaw in it's original design which was eventually tooted as a feature, which prevented any lock on heat based signatures, as the entire cloud of these computers made a giant ball of 'heat'. Finally, as the computer overheated, it's suicide produced a very small electromagnetic wave, which further distorted all scans and signatures in the cloud. All of this happened in the span of five seconds for each computer. While anything that closed on the cloud close enough for the viper to take a significant take of their eyesight, would be able to target the ship without much problem, the viper itself, being the 'mothership' of the tiny computers, was able to ignore their screaming frequencies, ignored the heat as it's targeting systems was not based on heat signatures, and was close enough to the cloud, being right in the middle of it, that their suicides did not interfere with his target tracking, and as long as his allies were not attempting to target him, the cloud shouldn't interfere with their own targeting.
The same could not be said for anyone trying to target him, or anyone close enough to the chauff cloud. Auto-targets simply couldn't cope with the mass of signatures in the cloud, as they fired loosely and haphazardly, trying to target what they think was the ship, only to be targeting a particular part of the cloud, and missing the ship entirely. Lucky shots could score a hit, but this would be usually with a ship standing still, or in the middle of banking, where the entire surface of the ship was exposed to anyone attempting to target it, and either situation required the distance to be, atleast when compared to the relative distances of objects in space, right in the ships metaphorical face.
The effect even applied to gimbaled weapons, which were technically 'fixed' point weapons, though an internal gimbal in the gun allowed it give it a cone of fire, as with the case of Larion's Multi-cannons.
The solution, typically, was for the opposition's fighter pilots to use fixed weapons, which since they did not rely on targeting software, was completely unhindered by the chauff. Then the fight would usually revert into a normal Dogfight. Or, you could wait for about thirty seconds, where the Chauff launcher ran out of it's prefabricated computers, and had to take about half a minute to manufacture enough for another spill, and even then, it would eventually completely ran out. Since the cloud would dissipate in about eight seconds without something reinforcing it, a pilot had twenty two seconds to bring all their weapons to bear.
What Larion was banking on, however, was that he was facing drones. Swarms of them, yes, but not human pilots. People could bring their guns to bear on a target they knew for a fact was there... Yet these drones, were, he supposed, just a pile of electronics that dictated it's navigation and targeting. He didn't know that for sure, but in the end, they were still computers.
"Nivera, take the stick on the beams, I got cannons. Prioritize anything that isn't a shuttle." Larion said, setting his hands back on the controls.
"My pleasure." Nivera said with a rare hint of joy. Immediately, the viper became a disco ball, as beams of focused energy shot out at the swarm of incoming interceptors, trying to cut swaths with all four weapons.
Meanwhile, Larion centered the Viper's spin on the nearest shuttle, and fire the multicannons. Shot after shot of high energy, armor piercing rounds, poured out after the incoming boarding craft, as the gimbals cannons sought to target power distributors, boarding compartments, as well as fuel storage.