"She continued being really thrilled right up until, as she approached the tasteful emerald and purple sphere that was Hotel Whiskey, she saw her enemy sneaking up on her from the far side of one of the planet's pretty lavender moons. She knew it had to be the enemy ship because it was this really ugly, mean-looking black thing with a nose cone flanked by what looked like twin spikes, or fangs, but which were really space-to-dirt missiles. ... The rest of the Hasslebad ship rose like a hood behind the slitted dual view ports on either side of the nose cone."
From Don't Go Out in Holy Underwear by Elizabeth Ann Scarborough in Don't Forget Your Spacesuit, Dear