Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170829003919/@comment-27344811-20170829181841

General Grievous was sitting in a command chair in the survelance room when a Red Army Grunt walks up from his post.

"General, our scanners indicate two alien life-forms outside the planet's atmosphere. Scans indicate them to be 'Frost Demons', sir."

Grievous narrows his eyes. "Signature?" as he grips the arm rests.

"Matches that of Frieza and Cooler."

"Hmph... Have the Droids secure our Dragon Ball. Where will they land?"

"There is only one Dragon Ball not surrounded by high power levels.' he taps the map on his Hlo-Board. "Right here."

"Excellent." Grievous rises up from his throne. "Call the Containment Units to that location. I shall forsee that this event goes as planned."

"Yes sir!"

The beaten, bruised Giratina quivers, starving. He finally gets food in the form of slop...

Cooler points to one of the Dragon Ball locations. "I say we start off with the easy pickings. This one is in a desolate location."

"JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!" Cell yells. "I NEED BATTERIES FOR THE DAYROOM'S TVVVVVVV!'