Without a doubt, I look forward to a cloaking device more than anything else. I can see it now...
The enemy fleet is hot on my tail.
My missiles are dry, shields flicker and fail.
Their turrets take aim, lock onto my ship.
I think it's 'bout time to give them the slip.
I flip on my cloak and slam on the brakes.
Their ships speed by close, my trigger hand shakes.
I don't need sensors to feel their surprise,
And they don't need theirs to meet their demise.
Aim down my sights, I'm a shot in the night.
Try as they might, they won't get me this fight.
I'm speed and I'm stealth, not cargo nor wealth.
Just one of them left now, the last's always best.
Flip off my cloak, see me: needle of death.