On a dimly lit, opulent room aboard one of the massive carriers orbiting the mist-shrouded planet. The air was thick with the scent of saltwater and exotic spices.
In the center of the room, a towering shark man lounged in a glowing pool of water, his razor-sharp teeth tearing into a grotesque, tentacled sea creature. The sound of crunching echoed ominously as he devoured his meal with gusto.
Suddenly, the door slid open with a hiss, and a nervous fishman scurried in while clutching a tray of more bizarre seafood. His gills flapped anxiously as he approached the pool. "Sir," he began speaking while his voice trembled, "the pirates we sent to test the waters against those robots... they were wiped out. Completely."
The shark man paused mid-bite with a tentacle dangling from his jaws. He swallowed noisily and leaned back while his beady eyes narrowed. "Mmm, so how'd it go?" he rumbled while tossing another handful of food into his gaping maw.
