In a perverted twist of fate, I can share a similar story:
So, I'm a bounty hunter with two Wolf frigates, and willing to test my luck as a smuggler I have accepted a mission for procurement of 50 Hand weapons to Skathi. I bought them in Jangala, and like a real Colonel Quaritch, did not give a damn about anything else. I imagined my character sipping coffe while waiting for the shipment to load up. I was underway in Hyperspace and thought nothing could go wrong; my destination was near. But alas, I was suddenly jumped by a Luddic Path fleet, two Kites, and a Cerberus, all fashioned in vegetable green colour patterns. I have maintained a neutral posture, and my second kept her cool. Eventually they caught up to us, so I opened up comms after being hailed: -"We will forgive your use of sinful technologies for a tithe of 2000 credits"
-"Very well. I am willing to pay a special tithe. It will be good for your blessed, eternal soul."
Comms are cut, and I ping my second with a go-code. Engaged the scope, saw the devil red engine blooms in the distance. Kites were already trying to flank us, and the Cerberus wasted no time maneuvering to my second's six, in order to fire up it's accelerated ammo feeder. We skimmer into firing range. Tactical lasers quickly build up the flux, and a phase beam burst later, no maneuvers could help them. However, the Cerberus came in the just the right moment to maul my second a good bunch. She limps away while I send a few Harpoons it's way, for distratcion.
Flak cannon helps against missiles, but not Wolves: The two of us aim our phase lances at the cockpit and fire away some phase death.
Ka-Pow! We scrounge up everything and continue towards our destination. My second took a beating, but no crew lost. Amazing!
So we zoom onwards, while I reflected on how grateful I am to have two Wolves at my command, that I have hired a good and dependable officer as my second, and how the crazies in their haphazard tubs are excellent target practice.