Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25316824-20150726050410/@comment-24652012-20160221181506

One of the humans in the group: "Ok, that was weird. So, sasha, want to hang out?"

She smiles a beautiful smile showing she sharp teeth "Sure friend :)"

The human: "So, tell me, what's it like having a tail?"

Sasha: "Its great :D I love my tail. With it its easy to swim at high speeds, its good for fanning away dust at the bottom of water to help dig, that along with these claws I was once a 3 time champion in the great clamming contests. Its also great for.... weal, let me show you. Throw a rock at me."

The human: "No way, I would never want to hurt you!"

Sasha: "I mean no offence but, humans aren't exactly very strong. With my thick hide and scales, how hard you can toss a rock, theirs no way that can possibly be enough to hurt me. The strongest bow you can use to fire an arrow I can throw a spear 3 times as far. With that, go ahead, throw a rock at me, I will show you what I can do."

The human: "Um, ok.... if your sure..." *throws a rock at her*

Sasha smacks the rock with her tail batting it away, it sails into the sky like it was launched from some form of primitive artillery.

The human: " :O woe home run!"

Sasha: "I can't run, I don't have legs and I have no robotic suit to do it for me. Plus home is 345 light years away."

The human: "Its a figure of speech. So, what else can your tail do?"

Sasha: "Because swimming involves using this strong tail exercising me, no matter how much weight I gain, it can never all go to my butt."

The human: "Normally dew to muscles used when we walk, that should be imposable for humans to. I don't understand why its not imposable though. Its as if some people don't go on walks or something. So, what's the other female in your groups name?"

Sasha: "She's my younger sister Tosca, She is only 44 years old, while I am 85."

The human: "Your mother had another one after over 41 years?"

Sasha: "Mother is only 130, she's still fairly young."

The human: "I wish it where possible for me to be young at 130."

Sasha: "It is, with a more oxygen rich atmosphere, a better diet, exercise, and good medicine, I can cause you to live up to 325 years. With augmentations that can thicken your genpool back to your ancient ancestor, you can even live up to 1000."

The human: "Why don't we then?"

Sasha: "What are you talking about? Chat admins have done it before, they just don't do the same thing for lower class members of their subjects. I know because I read articles called "The Classifieds".

The human: "What is the longest you can live with such augmentations?"

Sasha: "Believe it or not its possible to gain a longer life span from eating a Yautja. With such augmentations, modern medicine, and the dishonor of eating a fellow sentient just to live longer combined, in theory, 18455 years. But I don't care about that.... So human, what's your name?"

The human: "My name is Dave."

Sasha: "Dave what?"

The human: "Just Dave. No last name."

Sasha: "You mean, you have no clan?"

Dave: "In a matter of speaking. So, since our fearless leaders aren't going to get their butts together and we aren't going to continue this journey, want to help me build a house?"

She grins: "Sure."

Dave: "So what kind of houses do your people live in?"

Sasha: "Our bodies are strong, we rarely need to worry about staying warm or cooling off, only storms threaten us, as well as strong sweeper currents. Our houses are merely for defense againced wild life and attacking enemy armies as well as holding our personal belongings. That combined with our wealth, our houses are a personal base camp, even civilians get turrets for protection, built by our selves with family help and in some cases robot help, they have their own super computer that helps take care of the home in many ways, and heaters just blow jets of warm water and ac blows jets of cold water. Theirs room for guests, theirs a large yard, many rooms for many indoor activities, and often built next to other houses forming small cities, sometimes enough to withstand attacks from enemy fleets. Also the house comes with a bomb shelter for if terrorists attack."

Dave: "So your houses are small fortresses of luxury where the lowest classes are still filthy rich compared to the rich on the planet I am from?"

Sasha: "Yep, pretty much."

Dave: "Weal since we are staying hear, that's what I want built for me. With the house hold super computer and everything."

Sasha: "Sure thing :) Moris is part of our empire now, I can call in another dropship to bring the building supplies and blueprints. We can have it built for you."