Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20160727190602/@comment-24652012-20160808235745

The Jak clone looks at the real Jak with sorrow, shedding a tear. "I am deeply sorry for the loss of your female and children, you have a most tragic back story. I can never hope to make up for it. Now, lets keep you comfortable." A table rises from the floor with a surface that looks like a solar pannle in texture. "If you get hungry, tell the machine to give you a meal. But you have a limit, the rest of the crew need to eat to. Now I will be departing." The Jak clone walks down the hall heading to the teleportation room.

Mean while the Ptranosaurians are leaving The Dynasty Of The Allies.