Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20160225200619/@comment-24652012-20160331221252

Swims Like Shark: "Yes, but only because they will be pissed off at us if we don't tell them, but if we do tell them they will be pissed off at the chat. If they are reasonable at least. Kig-yar and humans tend to die of old age before you have a chance to mature, I can only hope they....

The sound of the fleet landing cuts off his dialog, as the fleet touches down, the fleet mistress, her mate, and 8 body guards step out onto the ground, adjusting to the difference in ship gravity to planet gravity, at first coughing on the remnant filth of the extinct civilization who polluted the planet in the past.

The Taovo'ian fleet mistress clears her throat: "As you well know, most of our naval forces are either to focused on the space battles or at home incase the chat attack, the way I see it, its either wait for siren fleets from who knows how far away, hope enough Gaeto military arrives, or, I my self come, as I did not want to leave you with those chances. So.... got anything to eat in this....." She looks around at the orange coats still trying to make base repairs.... "Lovely place?... Btw for those of you who haven't met me yet I am mistress Nao'via, of the royal navy of the Kig-yar empire. Now. Status report please, I'm not hear to back up a grave yard."