[x] - BOW TO YOUR NEW GOD: It's one person, you want to scream. One! But it's not just one enemy soldier. It's Death Itself, dancing on the edge of possibility, killing everything it sees with 99.999% impossible shots.
[X]- AY YO WHAT UP: The ENEMY is here, the smug giggler, the self satisfied smirker. At the head of one of their Ghost Fleets! Personally taunting you, the bastard! About turn and kill him! Before they do the same to you!
[x]- HOLY SHIT IT'S GODZILLA: Shrugging off the slag of the planetoid is one of the ludicrous hyper-compensatory ultradreads that people build every so often. It might be a penile aide but it's more than capable of killing you.