<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-Zentraedi Quarters.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Roj Gavon, Maika Torok, Open.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>T'chak followed Roj along the parameter of the park, taking the necessary precautions as all Full Zentraedi must do in order to move about in Miclone society. Yet, there was a noticeable difference to the way T'chak carried himself to those around him. Showing him to be of the First Generation. Granted there were signs that there were other First Generation Zentraedi here, and there. the way they stood, and how they walked spoke of it. Stiff, and purposeful. Head and eyes constantly moving as if to watch for an enemy lying in wait. Old habits, and mannerisms die hard. Particularly when they kept you alive for this long.<br/><br/>T'chak glanced into the Zentraedi shops as they passed. Though he would not voice it, T'chak was actually satisfied with the outcome of his people. They don't have to live for the next battle. They now have an actual chance to grow old, and have children such as the Miclones do. To develop their own culture beyond the fighting that the Protoculture forced upon them. However, he was unsure if such a life was for him. He felt there was still need for old (Relative to typical Zentran standards) attack dogs to keep those that wish to lead a peaceful life protected. T'chak stopped, and took a step out of the way as two Zentran children, and one Meltrandi child ran past him, and Roj. Their laughter joyful and gay. Followed by a haggard looking Meltran mother. A scene unheard of only two short decades ago. T'chak was satisfied to remain an attack dog if it meant that he could, in some small way, provide a future for his people. To foster such scenes as the group ran past him without even giving a glance his, nor Roj's way.<br/><br/>Eventually, the two would reach the<em>Copper Kettle</em>, a restaurant that catered to both Full Zentraedi, Micronized Zentraedi and Humans. The air around it was aromatic with the constant bubbling of a delicious stew. While the exterior was rather unassuming, the fullness which the restaurant constantly operated at was a sign of either the quality of the food, or at limited number of choices for the population of Giants on ALUCE base. Entering, Roj and T'chak looked around for an empty table. However there was none to be had. T'chak resigned himself to waiting.<br/><br/>While they were waiting, it would appear that an Acquaintance of Roj was present as he approached the Miclone Balcony, and began speaking to a red headed woman in military garb, referring to her as "Lieutenant". T'chak approached as well as he heard that the stew was a mix of Cabbage, Pork, and Beef. "Greetings Lieutenant." T'chak's voice rumbled as he looked down at the balcony, and more specifically the red headed Female.<br/><br/>T'chak would notice that two Zentrans finished and stood up to leave. Moving with surprising quickness, he snagged the table so other opportunistic patrons couldn't snatch it up. The table would be right next to the Balcony where Roj, and Lt. Torok were talking. A young Meltran in a form fitting apron quickly came over, and began to bus the table. Her long pink hair styled in twin "Drills". She quickly began to pick up the used bowls, and setting them on a tray before wiping the table of any crumbs. "Hi, my name's Bethany, and I'll be your server today." The spritely young meltran chirped in a bubbly voice as she gave T'chak a practiced smile, though even as she stood. She was only Eye level with T'chak. Bethany, an example of how many of the Zentreadi people were trying to completely assimilate into the Miclone culture, even going so far as to take on their names over the great names of Zentran, and Meltran past. "Are you dining along today?" She asked, if the answer would have been Yes. She would have asked that he move to the counter so that the table could be used for guests of a party more than one. "No, miss. I'm dining with Petty Officer Gavon." T'chak informed her matter of factly as he pointed to the other Zentran by the balcony. "Okay, what would you like to drink?" She asked as she pulled out a note pad, though it wasn't really necessary with the resturant's limited food menu. "Water please." T'chak replied simply. "Okay, and for you Mr. Gavon?" Bethany asked the other Zentran.