Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20150114172018/@comment-24652012-20150124220534

Madam celestial Saber: "For the 12 blowhole whale, when is their mating season?"

Commodore Hurricane: "The exact same time as ours."

Madam celestial Saber: "And when is it yours?"

Commodore Hurricane: "On this planet, that would be right now."

Madam celestial Saber: "Is that why as of late your songs have been the most beautiful I've herd from you yet?"

Commodore hurricane: "Your like them? that is good, like the spicise we where named after we use our songs to lure and suduce, but that skill we only use on each other."

Madam celestial Saber: "That could be how your home world was once mistaken for a naga colony world."

Commodore Hurricane: "Oh it is, such a shame our first visitors where scared away. Do the naga sing to trick ships into destruction like in the stories?"

Madam celestial Saber: "As a matter of fact, they have terriformed asteroids that make mine look like the home of a tramp who lives in a outhouse, and if a ship passes they will say "hey look, explorers, this should be fun." and they will infact contact the ship, and lure them into coming, and laugh as they run into a space mine field. This could explain why they where hired assassins on my asteroid, they are the professionals compared to my best servants."