<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/BridgeBunniesAvatarMacross2032.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lt. Porter, Ens. McMillan, Lt. Morgenstern<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 15, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Space Traffic Control<br/><strong>With:</strong>Kyclia, Open<br/><hr/>Trixie squared her shoulders, fought down a sigh. Why was it that there were still Zentran and Maltran left who couldn't well leave their old ways behind? Twenty years, she thought. Twenty years since the war ended and those people could still not get over it? Why did some of them have to be so uptight?<br/><br/>Or maybe that was the better of the alternatives. Maybe that was better than a guy who turned so emotional under the shock of human culture that he couldn't control himself and lost his way. Lost the emotional bonds he had just forged. Forged long enough to father a child...<br/><br/>"And when you commanded your troops, who told you where to command them? Who told you what your objective was?"<br/><br/>A fire flared in Trixie's eyes. This was why she hated being half Zentradi. The anger. The desire to fight. It was always there. But she could deny it for a little while.<br/><br/>"That's what this is all about. Building trust in the people you only hear at the other end of the radio."