TAGON: How long before that salvo arrives?
BRISTLECONE: It's twenty-five hundred kilometers away.
Making a lot of assumptions about acceleration and course correction, thirty minutes.
TAGON: We can fire what, four salvos of our own in that time?
BRISTLECONE: Yes. That puts our counter-measures at a three-to-one disadvantage.
TAGON: It'll do. Start firing and reloading. But keep our swarm close.
BRISTLECONE: With these odds, shouldn't we begin engaging from as great a d—
TAGON: *interrupting* Yes.
Assuming our objective is to take a few of them with us before we die.
Your programming isn't nearly selfish enough.