<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-The Park<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nomura, Open.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>T'chak regarded the miclone before him as he lowered the Music box for him to listen too. His purple eyes focused upon the man, his large fingers curled ever so slightly. He observed the man to ensure he wasn't some cool thief thinking of making off with his treasure.The box would play for its master's guest uninterrupted as he contemplated the composer of such a simple melody. Yet a melody that haunts the giant that keeps the box to which it lays. It has become an irreplaceble treasure to T'chak Chrasha<br/><br/>When the Miclone male said a name that T'chak believed was the human composer to the song, the Giant pulled back his hand and regarded the box that was now silent, awaiting the time to play for its master once more. "Is that so?" T'chak stated simply before closing the lid of the music box, and slipped back into his pocket once more. Peace, and the gentle rustle of the leaves from the perpetual wind that blew through the base being the only sound between him, and the Miclone before him.<br/><br/>T'chak's eyes fell once more upon Nomura as he broke the silence by commenting on how nice a day it was. and how they were just missing some birds. T'chak craned his neck up as if to look at the sky. The artificially projected clouds obscuring the warming rays of the sun. "Yes. The Day is quite pleasant" T'chak replied as his memory searched for "Birds". He did remember a time, long ago.<br/><br/>It was a year after the<em>Macross</em>had made planet fall, and the beginnings of New Macross City had taken shape around the nearly burned out hulk of the battle fortress. T'chak was leading a small squad of Regulds along the western coasts of one of the World's seven continents. A place the Human's called, Calais in country once known as France. A Picket Patrol Ship of Dolzaa's forces made a forceful landing near here, and there was evidence to support the shoring up of Malcontents from nearby Settlements. T'chak had been given orders to hunt down these Malcontents, and make sure they never could harm the human settlements.<br/><br/>The smoke was rising off the remains of the aftermath of the skirmish that T'chak, and his squad fought. The smoldering ruins of N-gers, Regulds, and stolen Human Destroids, and Construction Destroids littered the field as the bright red canopy of T'chak's Glaug rose to allow him to stand and survey the carnage. The rest of his squad was rummaging through the wreckage looking for survivors. The occasional sound of a weapon discharge signalling that one had been found, and subsequently executed. T'chak was nothing if not thorough. He carried Bri'tai orders to the letter.<br/><br/>However, a strange wound would pull his attention away from the grisly scene. the caw of a seagull as it rode the winds coming off the English Channel. T'chak watched the tiny bird glide over before taking a perch upon the tip of the Glaug's Electron Beam Cannon. For several minutes, T'chak stared at the creature that showed no signs of fear of the great weapon it stood upon. It simply sat there, letting out its caw to the wind. Seeking out companions to share the sky with.<br/><br/>"yes, Birds." T'chak answered cryptically.