<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)  (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/MaikaTorokMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>NPCs, Roj Gavon, Maika Torok<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 10, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Park<br/><strong>With:</strong>T'chak (m),Kyclia, Open<br/><hr/>"Thanks," Roj replied to Kyclia's well wishes, and nodded at T'chak. "I guess that's true, Sir," he replied a little hesitantly. He didn't think finding love and having a family was to be pursued like a combat mission, but perhaps the officer had a point. Perhaps striving for a goal was the important part, setting his mind on something and doing all he could to attain it. Still, it took two to tango, as the micronians said.<br/><br/>"Have a good day, Sir, and good luck figuring things out." Only after the tall Zentran had wandered off towards the park did Roj curse himself. "Dang, I guess I never really offered him an opinion on his problem," he muttered. Should he go after him? But what could he really say? He wasn't a pilot, never had been. He had started out as a bridge operator, as close to a technical specialist as the Zentraedi had ever come. He had worked with, and around pilots, for years now, but how they truly felt he would never completely understand.<br/><br/>Maika too had wished T'chak a good day then enjoyed her second glass of cider while she looked out over the bar and half listened to the conversations around her. Catching some of what Roj muttered she tried to figure out what problems an officer like T'chak could possibly have, but it was bound to be related to his career. The guy seemed to have his head screwed on in military mode. She had seen it before. People who adjusted just enough to function in human society, but not enough to become part of it.<br/><br/>"He'll figure it out, Chief," she offered eventually. "Not like you could make the decision for him." After another sip of cider she went on, addressing the Meltran below her.<br/><br/>"Say, Lieutenant, you fly with one of the fighter squadrons now, if I'm not mistaken? I'm sure they'll train you well enough for those human craft, but if you need any hints or tips, you let me know, okay? At the end of the day we are both pilots, so we should help each other out."