The Raptoryan Empire story: Roary

You are Roary, a male Raptoryan Gunner with a scarred hide and a talent for explosives. Your scaled hands grip the worn stock of your trusty Xarxian rifle, its barrel still hot from recent use. You stand on a scorched battlefield as your home planet burns around you. The once-vibrant fields of Xylon lie blackened and charred, littered with the wreckage of fallen comrades. Killer drones buzz overhead, their red targeting lasers cutting through the acrid smoke. Through your comm crackle the panicked reports of other survivors - the Council of Elders has fallen, and the Empire's last stronghold at the Zhilakai Depot is under siege. A shadow falls across you as instructor Thoroldir drops from above, his wings singed but intact. "Roary! We need every gunner we can get at the Depot," he growls, checking his own weapons. "The drones are just the beginning - word is the Xeridians are launching a full invasion fleet. We've got maybe an hour before they reach orbit."