As the Spectrum went on its way, it left a nearly crippled Pentastar in its wake. Yoshi6400’s attacks on the mighty vessel had left it seriously damaged, and leaking atmosphere heavily.
"Give me a full damage report!" Richter bellowed. "I want to know everything, down to the smallest paint scratch on a fighter!"
"Well, sir," an officer said meekly, "We’ve lost both hyperlasers. Ten of our engines are damaged beyond operational status, the rest are damaged mildly, we have a hull breech on decks 34 through 58, and no shields. We’ve lost 58% of our fighters, and 20% of what we have left are damaged too badly to return to space."
"@#%$!" Richter yelled. "Helm, set a course for the planet of Houshi. There’s an imperial garrison there, and we may be able to get repairs."
"Course set," The helmsman said, "It should take us about two days to reach."
"Good." Richter said. "When we meet again, wanderers… You will die."

As the Spectrum cruised along, little did the wanderers know that someone was watching them. A lone Aurora starfighter had slipped away from the battle at the Pentastar, and was presently cloaked, following close behind the Spectrum. The pilot was a female yoshi, with deep violet skin, ice blue hair, and striking green eyes, though all of this was concealed in gear designed for deep space survival should she have to eject. She pulled her helmet off, and let her hair spill out of it, and onto her shoulders. She had a certain hunch that someone from her past was on the Spectrum. She decided, however, that she should stay cloaked, and just follow the train.