<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>T'chak<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Flashback-March 10 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aluce Base-Command Center-Personnel Office.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>T'chak sat, and waited for the Miclone to respond as he drummed his fingers on his small desk, clearly trying to purse his words so not to anger the large man before him. However, he would eventually figure that it would be like a bandaid and tear it off quickly. He would tell T'chak that there was not a Glaug here for him, and it looks like there won't be in the future. That was not what the Zentran wanted to hear. Particularly considering that the Personnel Officer that did his transfer to Aluce Base specifically stated that a new Micloned Produced Glaug would be waiting for him. The matter could have been easily rectified with simply transferring his old Glaug from the Earth on the next transport. However, pretty much the moment he stepped out of it after his last sortie. It was whisked away by the Miclone engineers to be dismantled, and studied in order to improve the design. Though it would appear they failed miserably, and at great cost too.<br/><br/>Mosby would go on to explain that there was an issue from the power couplings that linked the the Glaug's guns to the mecha's power reactor. Causing fatal instabilities. Even going so far as to pull up all the figures and schematics for T'chak scrutiny. However, it would have done him little good to look over them as he, like all first generation Zentraedi, had no training nor experience in Maintenance, and Repairs. They were trained to use the equipment, not fix it. Which is why often times their equipment, Ships, and Mecha were always in such states of disrepair. But it was also a testament to the quality of Zentraedi resources in that most of the ships were tens of thousands of years old, and a Zentraedi weapon will always function flawlessly even after floating in the vacuum of space for eons.<br/><br/>T'chak turned his piercing gaze back to the Lt. Mosby once he began to speak again. Mentioning now the question was what to do with him. He presented T'chak with four less than desirable options. Go on extended leave at Half-pay. Be assigned to a desk (By far the least agreeable). Then there was being assigned to a Gnerl squadron. That wasn't so bad. It was still Zentraedi. Though the last option was probably the most distressing. Having to be placed into a Miclone variable Fighter Squadron. That would mean undergoing Micronization. T'chak had to go micronization several times in the past two decades. While the process itself wasn't unpleasant or even inconvenient. The feeling of being that small, however, was very disagreeable to him.<br/><br/>T'chak was given a choice that did not please him in the slightest. Two were automatically discarded without thought. He was a soldier, He'll rest later. A desk job was more of a slow death sentence for any Zentraedi, and probably led to many going rogue during Quamzin's uprising. That just left him his choice of "Coffin" as it were. Either the Gnerl, or the Human Valkyrie. T'chak's eyes were partially closed as he considered his options. The Gnerl were tried, and true. Quick, and nimble. The Humans "Valkyries" (VF-1) were also Tried, and found to be as deadly as any Zentraedi mecha in the correct hands, save for the Queaduun Rea. Still, for him to be assigned to a Human Squadron, he'll have to be micronized.<br/><br/>After a moment, T'chak's gaze focused upon Mosby once more. His face cool, and composed by endless training and Zentraedi disciplinary indoctrination. Mosby would be right in his assessment of the Zentraedi. T'chak was a professional, and understood one does not always gets the "Best" assignments, but all assignments are important. "I'm Zentraedi. My place is on the battlefield. I'll go where I'm most needed." T'chak stated as simply and with the certainty of saying his own name.