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The "Star Claw" is the Swat Kats' ultimate answer to extraterrestrial threats or deep-space emergencies, representing a pinnacle of Razor's engineering genius. It's designed for combat in the vacuum of space, deep-planet infiltration, and the sheer power needed to face cosmic dangers. Appearance Overall Form: A heavily armored, bipedal mech with a powerful, stocky build, emphasizing resilience and brute force in zero-G. It maintains a slightly feline, aggressive stance, even for a mech. Color Scheme: Dominantly bright, fiery red with striking turbo yellow accents. The yellow would highlight critical joints, weapon barrels, propulsion nozzles, and the stylized "SK" insignia (Swat Kats) boldly placed on its chest and shoulders. The combination screams "Swat Kats" in space. Head/Cockpit: A highly armored, angular head with a reinforced, tinted visor where the pilot's eyes would be. The cockpit is integrated deep within the chest cavity, protected by layers of armor, with

Destroyers are autonomous war machines created by the gods as foot soldiers to enforce divine will upon reality. Destroyers are generally humanoid, but lack heads, feet or joints; their limbs float besides their body, but animate like full limbs. Their hands consist only of fingers, which attach to their forearms when not in use. Their torsos have a bulbous, spherical protrusion that takes up the majority of their upper body and four flared-out pieces in the back. Their surface is made of a material whose properties are not fully understood, but resembles porcelain in appearance, stylized in a Yin-Yang pattern. The inside of their bodies beyond the gilded exterior resembles flesh and contains a liquid resembling blood, although this "flesh" seems to lack any kind of biological processes and in fact seems to be inorganic. Destroyers seem to suffer no negative side effects from having this "flesh" damaged as well, so it's exact purpose is unknown. Destroyers also have a large golden

EXT. MIDWEST FIELD – NIGHT – SIXTEEN YEARS AGO A vast, empty field under a star‑choked sky. The silence of midnight is broken by the hiss of smoke and the crackle of fire. In the center of the field: a **wrecked spacecraft**, half‑buried in a crater, its hull twisted and glowing faintly from re‑entry. *CRACK.* A jagged seam splits open. An **ALIEN HAND** — long, clawed, chitinous — tears through the wreckage. The creature pulls itself free. Its full form emerges: — **Insectoid limbs**, jointed and sharp. — **Long claws** scraping against the metal. — **Large emerald eyes** glowing faintly in the dark. — **Antennae** twitching, sensing the air. — A **metallic chest plate** with faint green accents, scarred but intact. — A mouth lined with **razor fangs**, dripping with smoke and saliva. It staggers forward, coughing, its body steaming from the crash. The alien chitters in its own guttural language — a series of clicks, hisses, and screeches that echo