<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 12, 0930<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fighter Base, Training Room II<br/><strong>With:</strong>T'chak<br/><hr/>Commander Nomura listened to what T'chak had to say, giving no indication how much attention he was paying, taking sips from his can of water while his eyes roamed about the equipment lining the wall of the training room. "Reasons they certainly must have had," he finally said. "Wisdom?" His shoulders rose half an inch, before falling down in a small shrug. "Who will ever know? After all this time... Humans certainly made a lot of decisions out of necessity over the course of our history that we tried to pass of as wise in hindsight."<br/><br/>He looked over his shoulder at the micronized Zentran. "But, for what it's worth, I am glad you are with us now. And look on the bright side. Now it will be easier to wind up your music box."