"I am looking to take a prize, yes," Olga said. "A prize is something that can be taken and resold and fill my cargo hold with riches. But... that thing." She looked like she wanted to spit in the direction of the ship. "That abomination only deserves to burn in the void." She considered the options and swirled the wine in her glass. "In fact, gunnery! Firing solution on that horrible blight of metal."
"Sunsear Lasers and Titanforge Lances active! Firing algorithm set, targeting systems locked! LET'S TURN THEM TO DUST!"
A vibrating hum echoes through the consoles and floors for just a moment, all weapons hot and waiting for the command.