<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-The Park ---> Temporary Living Quarters.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nomura, Open.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The silence between T'chak, and this older Miclone seemed rather pleasant, companionable would have made an almost accurate description for it as the two didn't seem in any hurry to chase to the other off with unnecessary jabbering. Though after a few minutes, T'chaks ears began to pick up the sound of soft speech from the miclone. Looking at him, T'chak concentrated to listen to what the Miclone was saying. The way it was said didn't sound like normal speech, but something almost akin to a speech. The words seemed almost poetic, but hard to comprehend for the large Zentraedi. The Miclone would only pause in his speech to light his cigarette. The acrid smell of smoke wafting up to tickle at T'chak nose. Causing the Zentraedi to let out a long extended exhale through his nose to push the smell out.<br/><br/>Once the Miclone was finished, he mentioned about how it would be nice to have Hawks flying around. though for T'chak, he wasn't so sure. Aluce base, while large, was not set up to be an artificial Eco-system that was needed to sustain such life that did not have really any other purpose but to "Look Pretty" for the residents, and visitors to the base. The Greenry served the purpose of helping to keep the air Fresh in the Base with minimum support.<br/><br/>T'chak slowly stood up before Nomura, and gave him a nod. "I must be going. I hope you have a good day, Sir." He stated his tone neutral, but respectful. He was tired, and felt he should rest. So he would make his way towards his temporary Quarters.