<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>Zentraedi Light Transport Boat enroute to Aluce base.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.macross2.net/m3/macrossdyrl/lighttransportboat/lighttransportboat_small.gif)</div>In the retrofitted Passenger Compartment of the Zentraedi Transport Boat, a soul figure sat in one of the seat recently installed "Seats" that were intended to make any trips on such a vessel more comfortable. Though the question was, more comfortable for whom? The original users of these vessels put a low priority on "Creature Comforts", and were more used to hard metal benches to comfortable cushioned seats. However, for the sole passenger, His mind was elsewhere.<br/><br/>T'chak Chrasha had just been recently transferred from the outlying wastes of Earth to Aluce Base on the moon. Normally such a transfer would be accompanied by his trust Glaug (http://www.macross2.net/m3/sdfmacross/glaug/glaug_small.gif), or as the Miclones came to refer to them, "Officer Pods". However, his Glaug was so worn out from constant sorties that it was needing a complete overall which generally took months as the Miclones, even after twenty years, were still in the midsts of learning about Zentraedi Technology. The effort hampered by their almost tunnel visioned pursuit of their own Mecha developments. So he was promised a New Glaug would be waiting for him on the moon.<br/><br/>T'chak's head rested the headrest of the Seat as he heard the soft foot steps of someone approaching. Cracking open an eye, he glanced to see the Transport's pilot approaching. "Yes?" T'chak asked, his voice rumbling like a passing thunderhead, as he raised his head, and regarded the smaller Zentraedi. The Pilot would mention that they were approaching Aluce base, and would arrive in just under a quarter of an hour. Also that T'Chak was expected to report to Base Command as soon as he was able. "Understood." T'chak replied as he pulled himself up to sit up straighter. Not bothering to acknowledge the Pilot's departure.<br/><br/>Once more, T'chak was alone in the compartment. To pass the time, he pulled a tiny object from his chest pocket. It was a small rosewood box he found during the reconstruction after a raid of Malcontents destroyed a small Miclone/Zentraedi agricultural Settlement. There was no survivors, and in the ruins of an crushed house. the Glaug's camera seemed to focus on this tiny box. Prompty T'chack to disembark and investigate while the rest of his team secured the settlement, and searched for Survivors. Gingerly T'chak opened the lid, and soon a tiny tinkle could be heard at the edge of his hearing. It was the tune (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QM-8hoQXY4) from the music box. The song was soft, and seemed to always put T'chak at ease. He would listen to the song until the spring wound down.<br/><br/>Approximately 20 minutes later, the Transport boat came to rest as it finally landed. At the back, two large panels folded up to reveal a large cargo ramp that began to lower. Around the back of the Transport, four Miclone Heavy lift trucks waited for the ramp to lower all the way down so they can begin to off load the cargo. As the Cargo Ramp lowered, T'chak stepped off the Transport and the Aluce Base Proper.<br/><br/>Standing at 12 meters tall, T'chak towered over the Miclones, and a good portion of the Full Size Zentraedi employed at the base. In his right hand a large heavy ballistic Nylon Duffel carried his battle armor, the same he wore even before Space War I. The only change was that the Zentraedi Emblem on the chest was modified to show the UN Spacy Logo now. So far the Miclones have not gotten around to "Improving" the Zentraedi Armor. In his left was the duffel that carried his few meager personal effects, and uniforms. His large bald head surveyed the organized chaos that was the Shuttle, and Transport hub of the base's Space port. Without much adieu, T'chak began to walk from the transport to the set of Zentraedi sized doors that would allow him to depart the Space Port, and head to the Command Center.<br/><br/>The large Doors to the Command Center opened with a whoosh as T'chak strode in, and immediately made his way to the ZOOD (Zentraedi Officer on Duty). Coming to the desk, T'chak set his duffels down, and came to attention. "T'chak Chrasha reporting. I was told to report to the Command Center as soon as I could." He stated with complete military precision.