<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 finished fixing her hair and just smiled at the larger woman's answer. It was, more or less, what she had expected. She had her own pride, but her idea what made a good pilot and what should be grounds for pride where different from many Meltran. Being an attack pilot for two years now had instilled in her a different attitude, an appreciation for precision and surgical strikes, and an appreciation for teamwork that she had not had during her time as a Rau pilot, when only the number of 'kills' had seemed important.<br/><br/>"How about you, Chief Gavon? Have you ever been micronized?" she asked. She was honestly curious, and the opinion of a technician should be safe enough to ask for, she figured.<br/><br/>"Yes, for about a year, during my basic technical training," the Petty Officer replied. He tasted his stew and reached for a small bottle of a dark sauce that stood near the bread basket. "One day I might become a Micronian full-time. It would be a lot more convenient to start a family human-sized. Less expensive, more housing options, all that." He sounded almost dreamy, a distant look in his eyes, as he contemplated family life.<br/><br/>"But, till then I'll keep doing what I'm doing full-size. Someone's gotta take care of those machines, after all." He added a few drops of the lovage-smelling seasoning to his stew and begun to dug in.