<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Roj Gavon<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 10, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Command Center<br/><strong>With:</strong>T'chak<br/><hr/>"Of course, sir." The Zentran at what might be called a 'reception desk' had several key cards ready for visiting personnel and now dug one of them out of a desk drawer. He noted the room number in his logs, together with the name of the person he handed it to, then shoved it across his desk. Next to it he placed a small (by Zentraedi standards) map of the base. He took a moment to explain the basic layout, the room-numbering scheme, and how to get from the spaceport control to the room assigned to T'chak.<br/><br/>By the time the man was finished and had wished T'chak a good day, another Zentran had come into the room and listened to the conversation from near the main entrance. He wore the black and grey jumpsuit of the UN forces, with the beige-colored torso shared by most branches of the service. The rank insignia on his chest pocket proclaimed him to be a Petty Officer First Class, and the name tag on his right chest stated his name as Roj Gavon. His hair was light green, his eyes a bright blue. A pair of glasses rested close to the tip of his nose, pulled down so he could easily look over their rim.<br/><br/>When he sensed that he would no longer interrupt an ongoing conversation, the Zentran approached the larger officer. "You are T'chak Chrasha, aren't you, sir? Roj Gavon," he introduced himself. "I was with the hangar crew of Carrier Nine when you were stationed there." That had been about two years ago, Roj being one rank lower, a PO2, at the time. He doubted the tall officer would remember him, but it in his book was always nice to see a familiar face.<br/><br/>"If you are heading for the Zentraedi quarters I could show you the way. I am heading there myself."