RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
ALDERAAN
Sometimes Pirates and ne'er do wells needed money. Today was one of those days. It was a fair day, a sunny day with a light breeze. Suddenly from the sky a small flotilla emerged, coming out of the hyperspace right up close to orbit. All would have been well, cept they opened fire on the picket patrols immediately. The Green Claw, and her Captain Braask had arrived.
About twelve Captain in Consult followed him with escorts.
Mass Drivers hurled tungsten slugs into the flight path of civilian vessels. Ion cannons stuttered steady white streams towards the defenders fleet. Following that was a barrage of high yield proton torpedoes.
Scores of crappy Z-95 Headhunters launched like a swarm of bees from a hive kicked over.
Braask sat hulking and armored in his throne, watching the chaos and savagery.
"BRAAZK IS HUNGRY MY CREW! WE MUZZT MAKE IT TO LAND. GET SLAVES. BRAZZK GET PAID! YOU GET PAIDDDD!"
Alas they did try and bum rush towards orbit. Already shuttles were being loaded as he stood, deck creaking beneath his massive power armor.
He hefted his Z-6 Rotary cannon in one paw, and a PLX Launcher in the other. Strapped across his back was a giant warhammer the length of a man.
"ONWARDS!"
