<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>Command Center --> Zentraedi Quarters<br/><strong>With:</strong>T'chak<br/><hr/>Roj lead T'chak back out into the main corridor running the length of the spaceport. As they walked he briefly explained to the larger Zentran the color code of the lines painted on the walls and floor. Each marked the way to a different section of the base. While not all the myriad corridors that crisscrossed under the lunar surface had those marking, at least the main traffic arteries all had those orientation aids. "The layout isn't as logical as that of a spaceship, but what can you expect from a base that's grown over the years with its population," he remarked, before he fell silent for a while.<br/><br/>"I guess you are just passing through, sir?" He finally spoke up again, as they neared the Zentraedi living quarters. "I'd imagine they would have given you a room in the military wing otherwise." It wasn't that Roj really expected more of a reply than a single word, or perhaps just a noncommittal grunt from the officer. As far as he recalled, that was one officer who did not engage in small talk.<br/><br/>He paused in his steps for a moment, to let a micronian truck pass that crossed their way with flashing orange warning lights. Distribution of the goods the transport ship had delivered was still in full swing, and the Zentraedi-sized corridors doubled as vehicle routes for the micronians in many places. With the truck gone, Roj led T'chak through a door and a room that could serve as an airlock, but without an emergency, the second door of the chamber stood open, making the airlock just another part of the corridor network.<br/><br/>Beyond the airlock the corridor was lined with doors left and right in regular intervals, and the lighting had a more natural quality, less stark than the clearly artificial lights of the spaceport and hallways. Here, as in most living areas of the base, a day and night cycle was maintained. It was, Roj had always felt, something of a wasted effort. Without any real green spaces or an artificial sky, the Zentraedi quarters still looked a lot like they could be part of a spaceship, no matter the lighting. But it wasn't his problem. If it made someone happy that was fine by him.<br/><br/>"Lets find you room, shall we, sir?"