<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)  (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/MaikaTorokMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>NPCs, Roj Gavon, Maika Torok<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 10, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Park<br/><strong>With:</strong>T'chak,Kyclia, Open<br/><hr/>Maika drowned her impulse to snort or laugh out loud in a long gulp from her glass of cider. "I, too, am Meltran," she stated after catching her breath. "And while we are both Second Lieutenants, I am a little older than you. I rank you, and therefore I will speak my mind."<br/><br/>The red-haired woman got her wallet from one of her leg pockets and counted a few bills on the table.<br/><br/>"Pride means nothing if it is only based on race," she firmly stated with conviction. "A warrior's pride should be based on deeds, not size. Doesn't matter how tall you are. Doesn't matter what machine you pilot. It is all here," she pointed a finger at her head, "and here." She slapped her hand against her chest, above her heart. "That's what matters. That's what I am proud of. And so should you – as long as you earn the right to be proud of your skills. Size does not make you who you are."<br/><br/>One of her companions reached for her arm. "May, take it easy. No need to be like that." She shook off the hand and took a step away from her table.<br/><br/>"Perhaps. Maybe my conduct is unbecoming an officer. But I am who I am, and I will be who I am. And that is what is important." The redhead turned to the Meltran pilot and bowed her head. "My apologies."<br/><br/>Roj's shoulders sagged and he rested his face in his hand. "Oh please, not again. No a cat fight before I had supper," he muttered so softly to himself that his words were hard to hear, even coming from the mouth of a full-sized Zentran. "Fates, spare me from beam cannons, fold malfunctions, and Meltran with a chip on their shoulder."