Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20160727190602/@comment-24652012-20160809005459

Another Ptranosaurian steps tword Jaks cell. "Hello, your probably wondering what the writing that keeps appearing on the computer screen is. Weal you see, at the moment you like many spieces in this galaxy have this thing called cellular decrepacy, which is what causes you to die of old age. We are going to cure it, so you can live forever, like us. This will be our first gift to this galaxy when we conquer it, as it has been given to the speices in the galaxy from wence we came. Lucky for them they are excused from having to find this war, but that may change if you actually put up enough of a fight that we will have to recruit them. But either way, once this galaxy is part of our empire, they will be welcome to live in it with you, I sure hope you get along." The Ptranosaurian is carrying a object, he slides it into a one way slot, jak sees it is just a bed. "Get comfortable pretty bird, you will be in their for a few days, but then we will let you go in the nearest city when this galaxy is ours, you will not be harmed, but you won't be permitted weapons until we decide we can trust you with them not to point them the wrong way."