"Rockwave has been home to us Spandals since the dawn of our civilization. It was a peaceful little world, brimming with vitality and happiness. We were even among the founding members of the Intergalactic Alliance."
The panda, a scar running down his face, continued.
"Our ancient warriors were said to rival even the Gods. But as our people grew accustomed to the peace that followed centuries of war, the Spandals slowly forgot our warrior roots and became the lazy farmers known for our rich harvests."
Pandalion smiled faintly as he recounted those memories.
"But everything started going downhill when a Spring of Necrol was discovered deep beneath Rockwave. It was so abundant that we Spandals celebrated it as the dawn of our race's prosperity once again… but instead of bringing us joy, it attracted the attention of the Murgin Pirates, especially the commander of the Fourteenth Fleet of the Blood-Eyed Murgin Pirates."
His tone darkened.
