Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20151030035045/@comment-24652012-20160205021908

MenacePotatoe wrote: (I have a baseball parctice then i'll be going to bed...how do grunts play baseball, you may wonder? THEY don't. I, in all my grunty amazingness, however, do.) (CONGLATURATION   !!!)

The kig-yar humans and Swims Like Shark escort the unknown unggoy to the barics, they then put him in a cryo pod unexpectedly.

A human: "Sorry unggoy, but your methan tank is dangerously low, you will die long before we get a methane refinery set up. Your dinner will be saved for you, and next dinner. You must have been through a lot. You are one lucky SOB lucky to have survived (the greatest battle thdf has had in 2 years.) such a big ass battle."

Theirs a hissing sound, then you fall asleep.

A human admiral: "So what do you think of our new little funngoy hear Caption?"

Swims Like Shark: "By the gods he is an odd one, and he is no warrior, but I am glad he is safe, and his ability to have survived all that with out a scratch must mean he has some skill, even if its running or hiding that can still keep civilians alive."

The human admiral: "Forgive me if this seems harsh oh ye great fishermen, but I say if he doesn't find some way to contribute to this city, throw him back. I mean well but building this methane tank will be expensive, and we need all the resources we can get for repairs for ships armor weapons and planes, rebuilding those things as well, and don't even get me started on the K.I.A. and W.I.A. I doubt we will survive the next chat attack, this storm alone may down our shields and damage Fort Last Hope, and if all else fails, we will have to rig this entire island to blow and get out of hear, let the space privateers weaken their space forces while we launch Operation Taste Of Their Own Medicine.  "

"This unggoy has a destiny ahead of him, his life better be worth all this. For the sake of us all."