The Pentastar barreled through the separate dimension of Hyperspace, following the Spectrum. After it flew through the great ship, it was easy to track. Richter stood upon the bridge of the warship, and watched the spectral sky fade first to star lines, then to the familiar black background of space, dotted with pinpricks of light. There, barely 700 meters in front of the colossus, was the diminutive, in comparison, Spectrum.
"Gunnery officer, prepare all main batteries," Richter said. "I want that… thing destroyed!"
The gunnery officer fed the commands into the firing computer, and the Pentastar’s colossal main laser turrets trained themselves on the Spectrum.