The majesty of the Crimson Needle was floating in the middle of space, a ship about a kilometer long, unique on her class and flagship of the Crimson Claw, the most fearsome menace of the wide cosmos. Inside it, running through a metallic corridor, a little green man clad in a black and red tunic hurried along, his expression carrying the very face of fear. "Mi-milord, I'm sorry to disturb, but..." he stuttered, his voice nasal despite lacking a nose itself, his face just having two holes between his bulgy eyes and wide mouth full of small prickly teeth.
"Speak! Don't waste my time" captain Rexxor Galagat ordered from his seat, just an arm visible behind the back of his throne, covered in a black garment. He was the utmost authority and head of the Crimson Claw, one of the most feared names of the galaxy that sent entire worlds into panic with just being close by.
"It... it turns out that our plans to expand through sector 1138-B aren't going according to the plan" the green man continued to talk.
"Bunch of lazy bastards! Do I personally have to take my vessel there?" he grunted.
"It's not that they aren't trying, but they have met some..." he gulped, getting ready for Rexxor's ire. "Resistance" completing the with a shiver.
"Resistance? To my fleet?" Rexxor guffawed. "Amusing! Tell me more about those gruff soldiers that thing they are a match for my might" he turned his seat around, leaning forward to look closer at his informant.
Rexxor was a strong man, tall and mighty without resulting too bulky, and besides his superhuman might he wouldn't be distinguishable from a human specimen. Black and crimson matte leather covered his form, hugging tight his exceptional form that was partly shaded by a cape on the right shoulder. His hair and eyes were as black as the heart beating on his chest, and his left hand rose the green man from the ground without an effort.
"You see... milord... they are no... gruff..." he muttered, his captain's hand choking him.
"Go on then!" he threw him to the ground before her, allowing him to breathe. "Who are they then? Wily politicians? Wise sorcerers? Or is it a rival pirate crew?" Rexxor insisted, awaiting for answers.
"They are a... group called Babymetal" he uttered, obtaining just an odd look from his captain. "A trio of little girls, sir" he said, before disappearing leaving a burned stain on the ground.
Rexxor had moved the cape that covered her right side, revealing the blood red armored form of the Crimson Claw on her right hand, an artifact of immeasurable power that was said to come from the edge of the universe.
"Set the course" Rexxor ordered the rest of the crew, a sly smile appearing on his face. "Sector 1138-B. Lets hunt me some little girls" his voice, dripping with cruelty.
"Speak! Don't waste my time" captain Rexxor Galagat ordered from his seat, just an arm visible behind the back of his throne, covered in a black garment. He was the utmost authority and head of the Crimson Claw, one of the most feared names of the galaxy that sent entire worlds into panic with just being close by.
"It... it turns out that our plans to expand through sector 1138-B aren't going according to the plan" the green man continued to talk.
"Bunch of lazy bastards! Do I personally have to take my vessel there?" he grunted.
"It's not that they aren't trying, but they have met some..." he gulped, getting ready for Rexxor's ire. "Resistance" completing the with a shiver.
"Resistance? To my fleet?" Rexxor guffawed. "Amusing! Tell me more about those gruff soldiers that thing they are a match for my might" he turned his seat around, leaning forward to look closer at his informant.
Rexxor was a strong man, tall and mighty without resulting too bulky, and besides his superhuman might he wouldn't be distinguishable from a human specimen. Black and crimson matte leather covered his form, hugging tight his exceptional form that was partly shaded by a cape on the right shoulder. His hair and eyes were as black as the heart beating on his chest, and his left hand rose the green man from the ground without an effort.
"You see... milord... they are no... gruff..." he muttered, his captain's hand choking him.
"Go on then!" he threw him to the ground before her, allowing him to breathe. "Who are they then? Wily politicians? Wise sorcerers? Or is it a rival pirate crew?" Rexxor insisted, awaiting for answers.
"They are a... group called Babymetal" he uttered, obtaining just an odd look from his captain. "A trio of little girls, sir" he said, before disappearing leaving a burned stain on the ground.
Rexxor had moved the cape that covered her right side, revealing the blood red armored form of the Crimson Claw on her right hand, an artifact of immeasurable power that was said to come from the edge of the universe.
"Set the course" Rexxor ordered the rest of the crew, a sly smile appearing on his face. "Sector 1138-B. Lets hunt me some little girls" his voice, dripping with cruelty.