<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>NPCs, Roj Gavon<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 10, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Zentraedi Quarters<br/><strong>With:</strong>T'chak<br/><hr/>Roj watched the older Zentran while he sat down his bags. He was not surprised that the officer gave priority to his physical needs now. Staying in good health was bound to be a priority for an officer who cared for little besides his combat performance. In a way he figured T'chak for one of the last of a dying breed, but he could appreciate someone taking his work serious.<br/><br/>"There is a mess hall not far from here. Me, I am on my way to The Park. That's the recreational and commercial area shared by civilians and military personnel of the base. If you are in the mood for some stew I could show you just the right place. And the mess is on the way anyway."<br/><br/>He gestured down the hallway and took a step back, allowing T'chak to lead the way if he wanted to.<br/><br/>"If you ask me," Roj gently remarked as they walked down the hall, "the Glaug won't see much service any longer, here or elsewhere. I know you officers like them, but they were never easy to build or maintain. All those weapons and thrusters drawing from the same power supply.... That was never a very stable setup. If I were to venture a guess, I'd say they'll be replaced by Veritechs or Queadluuns not long from now."<br/>