The cloaking field this ship was using fell within seconds, revealing a small acid green hull, a pointed nose section, and a pair of wing sections that were decorated with scribed detailing which evoked feathers.
“A Romulan scout ship,” Picard whispered in alarm at the sight.
Having been discovered, its shields went up and the Romulan ship attempted to flee, obviously deciding to cut its losses and leave any of their operatives on the ground behind. I reached out with multiple tractor beams stopping the ship in its tracks. Its engines powered to maximum, trying to break the tractor’s hold, but a small ship built primarily for stealth, rather than battle, would never be able to escape my hold.