<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-<em>Copper Kettle</em>.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Roj Gavon, Maika Torok, Kycilia Halcyon, Open.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>T'chak quietly sat at the table, and waited for the food to arrive while Kycilia, and Maika spoke to each other. Kycilia giving Maika her honest opinion of being a Valkyrie Pilot. That it was the lesser of two "Evils". It was either micronize and pilot the Valkyrie, or be resigned to a Zentran squad piloting a reguld. Though Kycilia would have the foresight to apologize to T'chak, and stipulating that she wasn't trying to be offensive. The large Zentran focused his royal purple eyes upon the Tall meltrandi before a large hand waved it off. "No Offense taken, Lieutenant." He stated simply. He understood the concept of personal preference, and many of the Meltrandi he served with preferred their Queadluun Raus to any thing else. Just like Many Zentran preferred their equipment.<br/><br/>Though while T'chak may not have taken offense to the comment, it would appear that Lt. Torok did. Though it motivator for this could be the miclone Alcoholic beverage she was nursing, Beer. T'chak cast his gaze upon the Micronized Meltrandi as she declared that pride must not be solely based on Race. That Pride must come from the deeds that one does. That the machine didn't matter, the pilot did. The Pilot's ability to capitalize on the Mecha's strength, and overcome its weakness. Though it would appear that one of Lt. Torok's companions feared causing a scene and chided the woman. Causing her to realize what she was doing, and apologize.<br/><br/>T'chak's eyes shifted over to Kycilia, head tilting somewhat like a Battleship's turret as the Full meltrandi countered with asking Torok what she should feel when being asked to give up what she felt was the pinnacle of Combat Mecha design. Which had the tests, and performance reviews to back such a claim up. Kycilia would continue and speak of her pride in her service underneath Azonia, and later Lord Bri'tai. That it is her pride, and sense of duty that kept her from following so many disenfranchised Zentraedi into the waste with Kamjin, or to the Asteroid belt.<br/><br/>Though before the disagreement could escalate into a full on argument, Kycilia held her tongue, and decided to simply let the topic drop. Essentially to "Agree to disagree" as the Miclones put it. To T'chak, both had valid points, and showed great fighting spirit. They were passionate soldiers that he felt would certainly fight to the very last. A very high compliment to be given from a Zentraedi. So he simply turned back to Roj whom was lamenting the fact that it appears the peace of their meal would be disturbed by the dispute between the two Meltrandi. "The dispute seems to have been peacefully settled Petty Officer." T'chak stated simply as Kycilia took hold of the chair to sit at the table with the two of them.<br/><br/>Bethany was standing close by watching nervously as she watched the Full Size Meltrandi started to argue with the miclone customer. She held her breath through the entire ordeal until the resolution occurred in which she finally let out her exhale. When Kycilia sat down, Bethany approached the table again. "What would you like to drink?" She asked Kycilia.