<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,Kyclia, Open<br/><hr/>Maika looked up with a grin on her face. She wasn't all that drunk, but it always made a good excuse for shooting of that big mouth of hers. "Waiter," she called over her shoulder, "another glass of cider!"<br/><br/>She leaned on the railing separating the micronian level from the Zentraedi area below. "It's a nice offer, but I think I am safer up here. I'd only get in the way at your table. Besides, I am done eating. But we can chat a bit more."<br/><br/>She pulled out the elastic that held her hair in place, shook out her unruly red strands, proceeded to gather her hair again behind her head. "And since you asked, how you are supposed to feel is good. They could have shoved you out of the service when they couldn't find a Rau for you to pilot. Instead they kept you flying. In my book that's a sign they value your services. Think about it, sister. They kept you flying. That's a sign of appreciation, whichever way I look at it. Could have been a civilian life for you instead."