The majestic and theologically adorned gigantic battleship was bathed in starlight, with red energy veins flickering and pulsating between the armor strips and the shield devices.
Erin immediately jumped up from the co-pilot seat (by the way, she had somehow clumsily buckled the seatbelt, which turned out to be incapable of restraining her), staring wide-eyed at the black and red battleship that emerged from the concealing force field, almost right in front of the shuttle: "Holy crap! These zealots really plan on pulling a double-cross?!"
Yu Sheng was also startled by the sudden appearance of the ship, but he was noticeably more composed than the jittery little puppet, merely frowning slightly: "But seriously, using something like this to cut off a delivery seems a bit overkill—our shuttle isn't even as big as one of its missile launchers."
