All of the Apocalypse's guns stop firing and start cooling down, space becoming once again the deep black that every starship crew knows so well. Two small shapes, though, pollute the otherwise pure landscape.
Styxx: Damn, I hate when they survive!
Random Lieutenant #437: Huh, sir, they're the same ships from that engagement...
Styxx: Which engagement lieutenant?
Random Lieutenant #437: You know, sir, that engagement.
Styxx: Aaaaahhhhh... Beware the small ship with the rotating part, they are armed with Terran Turret#Weaks!
Random Lieutenant #437: Sir, yes sir!
Styxx: Now, hmmm, gotta think of some funn... er, I mean, cohesive and efficient battle plan.
Random Lieutenant #437: Huh, pardon me sir?
Styxx: Nothing, nothing. We'll just sit here for a while... Y'know, see what happens.