<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<br/><hr/>"Water, please." Roj sat down on the table T'chak had gotten for them and smiled at the pink-haired Meltrandi waitress. The smile came easy to him, given how easy on the eye the young woman was. That she had assumed a human name didn't bother him in the slightest. Oh, he had seen a little bit of active duty before the war against the Micronians, had been an active member of the old regime, had been raised to know nothing but obedience and duty. But Roj had always been a little different, always had a small talent for technology. Like all his brethren he always was but a user of technology, but the inclination for more had been there, even when he was a radar operator on one of the fleet's cruisers. The Micronians had given him the chance to broaden his horizons and he had embraced that opportunity. What was a small change of name compared to that?<br/><br/>"I could go for a beer right now," he remarked, after Bethany had turned from their table. "I am off duty right now, but since I am still in uniform... Well, the evening is still young." He fiddled a little with the edge of the table cloth, not sure if he should ask what was on his mind. His impression of T'chak was that the officer was honest and direct, but would he appreciate a direct question? But if not, what was the worst he could do? Not much, Roj decided after a moment.<br/><br/>"So... without a craft to fly, what are your options, sir?"<br/><br/>Almost drowned out by the engineer's question, even if spoken at a low level for a Zentran, Lieutenant Torok replied to the greeting offered by the Meltran officer who had approached the tables of the Copper Kettle.<br/><br/>"Hello, Lieutenant Halcyon. Don't think I have seen you at your full size before." Maika raised a half-empty glass of foaming amber liquid at the Zentran pilot. "How does piloting a Veritech agree with you?"<br/><br/>Maika Torok could well imagine. She had been micronized two years now, but she could still remember how difficult the transition could be. The craft the Micronians produced were pretty different, complex in their cockpit layout and requiring a good deal of adjustment for most pilots. But that was something that could be learned. Being a Micronian was something that could not be learned, only experienced.<br/>