Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 19:43:10</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Everything happening IC in the Command Center and Spaceport of Moon Base Aluce should be posted in this thread. </span><br>&nbsp;(#4 and #5 on the map (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=260093.msg12842691#msg12842691))</strong><br><br><hr><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">For all post, please use the following post header:</span></strong><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img padding=5].....[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Date:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]With:[/b] <br>[hr]</code></pre><br><strong>Character images</strong> should be the usual avatar size (150x200). I'll be happy to resize, crop, change images for you, if need be.<br>When on duty, <strong>Name</strong> should also include rank. <br><strong>Date</strong>: The <span class="bbc_u">game starts on Thursday, March 11, 2032</span>. Earlier posts should have their date beginning with "Flashback".<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Spaceport and Command Center have a myriad of facilities, from a hospital to repair bays to the actual command center and much, much more. Like the rest of the base these are big places, so please be specific.<br><strong>With</strong>: <span class="bbc_u">As long as you don't say anything here, the scene will be open for other PCs and NPCs</span>. If you want a scene to be for just certain characters, please list them here. If you want to write only about your PC, please state "Narrative", to make that obvious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 19:43:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Crew of Cargo Shuttle 430<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Approaching Aluce spaceport<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>The helmsman of Cargo Shuttle 430 whistled softly to himself. He knew his co-pilot disliked that, but what was wrong with whistling a little tune? Just this one trip to the moon again, back to Earth, and they would both be off duty for a month. A day or two and they would have finished another six month tour of ferrying stuff and folks between here and there and everywhere. That called for a little festive mood.<br><br>*beep* *beep* *beep*<br><br>The radio jarred the pilot out of his musings, just before he could begin to wonder how much of his vacation he wanted to spend micronized. <br><br>"Mule Four Three Zero. ... Go ahead, Aluce Control..."<br><br>The pilot listened, repeated the message on the radio to someone in the control room of Moon Base Aluce, signed off. His lips moved silently, while his eyes scanned the instrument panel. Autopilot still engaged. Approach vector looking good. Engine nominal. Green light on all secondary systems. The ship would be fine for a few minutes without him.<br><br>He rose out of his seat and looked down at his navigator. "Gonna relay this message. Should only take a moment."<br><br>The co-pilot just grunted. He knew just as well as the pilot that there was little to do for either of them for now, even as the moon grew a little larger in front of the cockpit windows with every passing minute. And everything was better than that stupid whistling. Music wasn't bad. In fact music was one of the best things in life, the navigator thought. And that was what made that whistling so darn annoying. If the pilot could whistle any more off-key he would trun full circle and perhaps arrive back on key, but, alas, in all the nine months they had flown together that had never happened. <br><br>But one had to endure. It was better then being shot at in a flimsy battlepod. Better, but not all that much better.<br><br>* * * * *<br><br>The pilot walked down the short corridor aft of the cockpit, wondering if he shouldn't have just paged his sole passenger over the intercom, but he had a feeling this was the kind of thing that should be said in person, even if the message was innocuous enough. And yet, and yet... And perhaps he was just looking for an excuse to get away from that tone-deaf co-pilot of his who had no ear for music whatsoever. <br><br>Oh well. One had to endure. Ours is not to reason why and all that jazz. He sighed softly, just before the door to the spacious cargo compartment slid open. <br><br>Cargo 430 was primarily a bulk hauler, but between the crew section and the cargo compartment six passenger seats had been installed, three port, three starboard. Only one of the seats was currently occupied. <br><br>"Sir? We are about twelve minutes out from Aluce. Base command just called and they would like you to report to Personnel at your earliest convenience, sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 21:37:53</strong>
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				<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> Zentraedi Light Transport Boat enroute to Aluce base. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.macross2.net/m3/macrossdyrl/lighttransportboat/lighttransportboat_small.gif)</div> In the retrofitted Passenger Compartment of the Zentraedi Transport Boat, a soul figure sat in one of the seat recently installed "Seats" that were intended to make any trips on such a vessel more comfortable. Though the question was, more comfortable for whom? The original users of these vessels put a low priority on "Creature Comforts", and were more used to hard metal benches to comfortable cushioned seats. However, for the sole passenger, His mind was elsewhere. <br><br>T'chak Chrasha had just been recently transferred from the outlying wastes of Earth to Aluce Base on the moon. Normally such a transfer would be accompanied by his trust Glaug (http://www.macross2.net/m3/sdfmacross/glaug/glaug_small.gif), or as the Miclones came to refer to them, "Officer Pods". However, his Glaug was so worn out from constant sorties that it was needing a complete overall which generally took months as the Miclones, even after twenty years, were still in the midsts of learning about Zentraedi Technology. The effort hampered by their almost tunnel visioned pursuit of their own Mecha developments. So he was promised a New Glaug would be waiting for him on the moon. <br><br>T'chak's head rested the headrest of the Seat as he heard the soft foot steps of someone approaching. Cracking open an eye, he glanced to see the Transport's pilot approaching. "Yes?" T'chak asked, his voice rumbling like a passing thunderhead, as he raised his head, and regarded the smaller Zentraedi. The Pilot would mention that they were approaching Aluce base, and would arrive in just under a quarter of an hour. Also that T'Chak was expected to report to Base Command as soon as he was able. "Understood." T'chak replied as he pulled himself up to sit up straighter. Not bothering to acknowledge the Pilot's departure. <br><br>Once more, T'chak was alone in the compartment. To pass the time, he pulled a tiny object from his chest pocket. It was a small rosewood box he found during the reconstruction after a raid of Malcontents destroyed a small Miclone/Zentraedi agricultural Settlement. There was no survivors, and in the ruins of an crushed house. the Glaug's camera seemed to focus on this tiny box. Prompty T'chack to disembark and investigate while the rest of his team secured the settlement, and searched for Survivors. Gingerly T'chak opened the lid, and soon a tiny tinkle could be heard at the edge of his hearing. It was the tune (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QM-8hoQXY4) from the music box. The song was soft, and seemed to always put T'chak at ease. He would listen to the song until the spring wound down. <br><br>Approximately 20 minutes later, the Transport boat came to rest as it finally landed. At the back, two large panels folded up to reveal a large cargo ramp that began to lower. Around the back of the Transport, four Miclone Heavy lift trucks waited for the ramp to lower all the way down so they can begin to off load the cargo. As the Cargo Ramp lowered, T'chak stepped off the Transport and the Aluce Base Proper. <br><br>Standing at 12 meters tall, T'chak towered over the Miclones, and a good portion of the Full Size Zentraedi employed at the base. In his right hand a large heavy ballistic Nylon Duffel carried his battle armor, the same he wore even before Space War I. The only change was that the Zentraedi Emblem on the chest was modified to show the UN Spacy Logo now. So far the Miclones have not gotten around to "Improving" the Zentraedi Armor. In his left was the duffel that carried his few meager personal effects, and uniforms. His large bald head surveyed the organized chaos that was the Shuttle, and Transport hub of the base's Space port. Without much adieu, T'chak began to walk from the transport to the set of Zentraedi sized doors that would allow him to depart the Space Port, and head to the Command Center. <br><br>The large Doors to the Command Center opened with a whoosh as T'chak strode in, and immediately made his way to the ZOOD (Zentraedi Officer on Duty). Coming to the desk, T'chak set his duffels down, and came to attention. "T'chak Chrasha reporting. I was told to report to the Command Center as soon as I could." He stated with complete military precision. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 10:11:20</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Aluce Base personnel<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Command Center<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>Despite appearances, the control room T'chak had entered was but a small cog in the machine that formed the command block of Aluce Base. Cavernous as the room was, it was only part of spaceport control and a transit area for the crews of visiting spaceships who had business with the base. Beyond lay all the numerous facilities that were necessary to keep a base of several thousand people running, including the actual command center at the heart of the complex. Officially this part of the base was the "command block", the actual operations central the "command center", but in daily use around the base, the name had drifted, until most people called the block the center. In turn the operations center had acquired the sobriquet "bridge". It usually confused newcomers, but hardly anyone who had worked in the base for more than a week or two considered it much of a problem. <br><br>"Yes, Sir. Welcome to Aluce, Sir." The Zentran behind the desk was a petty officer and duly respectful in tone towards the officer. "May I see your ID, please, sir?" Handed the document, the PO ran it through a scanner and looked a moment at a monitor that sprang to electronic life on his desk. "You are wanted in personnel, sir. Through that door over there," he pointed, "down the corridor two hundred meters, up one level, then left. Compartment Bee Three Two Two Four. You can leave your bags with me, if you like."<br><br>Minutes later, T'chak found himself in a smaller office. One Zentran-sized desk currently stood unoccupied to the side, two chairs facing it. Another two giant chairs faced the rear of the room, where several micronians had their desks set up on a balcony that jutted a few meters into the room. As T'chak entered, a monitor lit up on the wall above the balcony, showing a clean-shaven human of about 30 in the red uniform of a command or staff officer. <br><br>"You must be T'cak Chrasha. Have a seat." The inviting gesture on the monitor was mirrored by one of the micronians. "I'm Lieutenant Mosby, personnel department. I am afraid I have some bad news for you, concerning your assigned craft."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 14:47:38</strong>
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				<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-Command Center-Personnel Office. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open. <br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak produced the required documents without a sound as it was not unusual. No matter where you are in the Galaxy or who's forces you fight with, there will always be paperwork. T'chak stood there with his bags as he waited for his ID, and Paperwork to be processed, and checked with security logs. The wait wouldn't be long as the monitor informed the PO that T'chak was needed in personnel. The PO would relay the message and directions to the Personnel office. Offering that T'chak could leave his bags there for the time being. "Understood" T'chak stated before he set the bags down just in front of the desk. Turning he proceeded through the door indicated and alone the path that he was told. <br><br>The doors to the Personnel Office opened with a large whoosh as pretty much all doors do in this kind of setting. T'chak stepped in, and looked around. He saw the empty Zentran Desk as well as the large chairs. He wondered if he had missed the Personnel Officer, or if he/She stepped out for some of that Miclone drink, <em>Cawfee</em>. Coffee, probably considered one of Humanity's greatest gifts to the Zentran people. Shortly after being introduced to the stuff, It almost became like gold to the Zentraedi Military. Particularly for those used to slogging away a their duty stations for hours on end. <br><br>In the corner, the screen suddenly rezzed to life as a young-middle age Miclone male's face appeared. T'chak turned, and approached the screen and saw a small balcony just beneath it with several Miclone's working at their desks. The Miclone would address T'chak, and instruct him to have a seat. The Zentran complied obediently as he took a couple steps forward, and sat down in the chair just before the balcony. The Man would introduce himself as Lieutenant Mosby, and informed him that there was some bad news with his expected assignment. T'chak's normally stoic face scowled as he heard that. "What is the Problem, Lieutenant?" He asked, lowering the natural volume of his voice so it wasn't so booming. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 15:46:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Aluce Base personnel – Lt. Mosby<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Command Center, Personnel Department<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>Mosby drew a deep breath, exhaled slowly, drummed his fingers on his desk in the meantime. Whichever way he sliced it, it didn't look terribly good, but at least the man he was now facing was a professional – at least according to his file – and he would understand that sometimes the Sierra just hit the Foxtrot.<br><br>"I'll give it to you straight. There's no Glaug for you. In fact – as I understand it – there will be no new Glaug in the foreseeable future." He pushed himself a little further back in his chair, his hands now against the edge of his desk. The Lieutenant also considered himself a professional, and this was not the first Zentraedi he had to disappoint, but it sure was the biggest, most battle-scarred Zentran he ever had to deal with.<br><br>"I am no expert in these things, but the way I understand it there are reasons Glaug are usually only produced by specialized factory satellites. And ours just isn't equipped for it. Long story short, the latest batch looked good, but it seems they all have a major flaw." He picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and glanced over it. "Something about the power couplings. The moment the main gun is fired the engine becomes unstable or something like that. Command decided to pull them from active service and it might be months before the factory is re-tooled for another run of Glaugs. It's not really a priority right now."<br><br>The wall screen behind the Lieutenant split, as he pulled up the technical report on his computer, allowing T'chak a moment to look at the scrolling figures and schematics that revealed the problem in question to anyone versed in Zentraedi engineering. Mosby was not one of those people, but he figured it looked impressive enough to lend weight to his words.<br><br>"As you might have guessed that leaves us with the question what exactly to do with you, while headquarters makes up its mind about the pilots now left without a machine to fly. The way I see it, there are three options." He counted them on his fingers as he went on.<br><br>"Number one. You can go on leave for a while. Half pay, if you don't want to use up your accumulated vacation days. Number two, we assign you to some desk duty somewhere. Number three, we find you something else to pilot. You are too tall to really fit into a Queadluun cockpit, but we might have a slot in our Gnerl squadron open. And option four..." <br><br>Mosby's eyes narrowed a little. "Option four is you get micronized and take the Veritech training. We are short of pilots in some of our squadrons and your combat experience would be an asset to any squadron."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 17:15:50</strong>
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				<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-Command Center-Personnel Office. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open. <br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak sat, and waited for the Miclone to respond as he drummed his fingers on his small desk, clearly trying to purse his words so not to anger the large man before him. However, he would eventually figure that it would be like a bandaid and tear it off quickly. He would tell T'chak that there was not a Glaug here for him, and it looks like there won't be in the future. That was not what the Zentran wanted to hear. Particularly considering that the Personnel Officer that did his transfer to Aluce Base specifically stated that a new Micloned Produced Glaug would be waiting for him. The matter could have been easily rectified with simply transferring his old Glaug from the Earth on the next transport. However, pretty much the moment he stepped out of it after his last sortie. It was whisked away by the Miclone engineers to be dismantled, and studied in order to improve the design. Though it would appear they failed miserably, and at great cost too. <br><br>Mosby would go on to explain that there was an issue from the power couplings that linked the the Glaug's guns to the mecha's power reactor. Causing fatal instabilities. Even going so far as to pull up all the figures and schematics for T'chak scrutiny. However, it would have done him little good to look over them as he, like all first generation Zentraedi, had no training nor experience in Maintenance, and Repairs. They were trained to use the equipment, not fix it. Which is why often times their equipment, Ships, and Mecha were always in such states of disrepair. But it was also a testament to the quality of Zentraedi resources in that most of the ships were tens of thousands of years old, and a Zentraedi weapon will always function flawlessly even after floating in the vacuum of space for eons. <br><br>T'chak turned his piercing gaze back to the Lt. Mosby once he began to speak again. Mentioning now the question was what to do with him. He presented T'chak with four less than desirable options. Go on extended leave at Half-pay. Be assigned to a desk (By far the least agreeable). Then there was being assigned to a Gnerl squadron. That wasn't so bad. It was still Zentraedi. Though the last option was probably the most distressing. Having to be placed into a Miclone variable Fighter Squadron. That would mean undergoing Micronization. T'chak had to go micronization several times in the past two decades. While the process itself wasn't unpleasant or even inconvenient. The feeling of being that small, however, was very disagreeable to him.&nbsp; <br><br>T'chak was given a choice that did not please him in the slightest. Two were automatically discarded without thought. He was a soldier, He'll rest later. A desk job was more of a slow death sentence for any Zentraedi, and probably led to many going rogue during Quamzin's uprising. That just left him his choice of "Coffin" as it were. Either the Gnerl, or the Human Valkyrie. T'chak's eyes were partially closed as he considered his options. The Gnerl were tried, and true. Quick, and nimble. The Humans "Valkyries" (VF-1) were also Tried, and found to be as deadly as any Zentraedi mecha in the correct hands, save for the Queaduun Rea. Still, for him to be assigned to a Human Squadron, he'll have to be micronized.<br><br>After a moment, T'chak's gaze focused upon Mosby once more. His face cool, and composed by endless training and Zentraedi disciplinary indoctrination. Mosby would be right in his assessment of the Zentraedi. T'chak was a professional, and understood one does not always gets the "Best" assignments, but all assignments are important. "I'm Zentraedi. My place is on the battlefield. I'll go where I'm most needed." T'chak stated as simply and with the certainty of saying his own name. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 08:38:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Aluce Base personnel – Lt. Mosby<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Command Center, Personnel Department<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>"Ir's not that simple. We could certainly use another Veritech pilot, but I won't order you to undergo micronization. Oh sure, there were times when Zentraedi were ordered to become microns, but these days it's no longer done all that often, especially with pilots." In his mind the Lieutenant ran through a list of positions he needed to fill, and there was no lack of options for an experienced pilot. Two fighter squadrons and one of the attack squadrons were understaffed, as was Hawk squadron, after one of the assigned transfers had been hospitalized during a training accident. That was his current priority, least one of the electronic warfare officers sat around, twiddling his thumbs without a pilot. But current policy ran counter to him just giving T'chak an order to that effect.<br><br>Mosby rested his hands on his desk, their fingers intertwined. "What you have to consider is that the VT qualification will be a career changer. Sure, after this tour you could return to your full size, but once you have those VT qualifications in your record, I guarantee you that more VT assignments will come your way. It won't end with this single tour, of that you can be certain. Entering that pipeline is easy, getting out again may be much harder. That's a decision you have to make yourself."<br><br>The Lieutenant shook his head. "I suggest you take a day to think it over, then see me again tomorrow. There's no need to rush this decision. I'm sure the duty officer in spaceport control can help you find a room. I'll see you again tomorrow, at, shall we say 1100?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 15:29:22</strong>
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				<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-Command Center-Personnel Office. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open. <br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>For T'chak, he figured it was "That Simple". You just put him where you believed he would be the most effective. However it appear that humans did not work that way. He explained that he use another Valkyrie pilot, but he would not order T'chak to undergo micronization. The Zentraedi listened as the Human explained that while it was easy to get into the VT career with his qualifications, it would not be very easy to get out of it. Essentially the Lt. guessed his plan in that he would do a tour as a VF Pilot, and once that was up hopefully the Glaugs, or an assignment befitting a Zentraedi would open up by then. <br><br>Mosby suggested that T'chak take a day to think on it, and come back at 11am the next day. "Understood Lieutenant." T'chak stated simply as he rose to his feet. His 12 meter height casting a large shadow over the balcony. "I'll excuse myself now." He stated as he turned to leave the office, letting Lt. Mosby and the others to talk with the next person on their list for the day. <br><br>T'chak would return to the front Desk where his bags have been set off to the side. Reaching down, he picked them up before regarding the Duty officer. "There have been complications with my reassignment. I'll need accommodations for the evening." He stated simply. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 18:41:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roj Gavon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Command Center<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>"Of course, sir." The Zentran at what might be called a 'reception desk' had several key cards ready for visiting personnel and now dug one of them out of a desk drawer. He noted the room number in his logs, together with the name of the person he handed it to, then shoved it across his desk. Next to it he placed a small (by Zentraedi standards) map of the base. He took a moment to explain the basic layout, the room-numbering scheme, and how to get from the spaceport control to the room assigned to T'chak. <br><br>By the time the man was finished and had wished T'chak a good day, another Zentran had come into the room and listened to the conversation from near the main entrance. He wore the black and grey jumpsuit of the UN forces, with the beige-colored torso shared by most branches of the service. The rank insignia on his chest pocket proclaimed him to be a Petty Officer First Class, and the name tag on his right chest stated his name as Roj Gavon. His hair was light green, his eyes a bright blue. A pair of glasses rested close to the tip of his nose, pulled down so he could easily look over their rim.<br><br>When he sensed that he would no longer interrupt an ongoing conversation, the Zentran approached the larger officer. "You are T'chak Chrasha, aren't you, sir? Roj Gavon," he introduced himself. "I was with the hangar crew of Carrier Nine when you were stationed there." That had been about two years ago, Roj being one rank lower, a PO2, at the time. He doubted the tall officer would remember him, but it in his book was always nice to see a familiar face.<br><br>"If you are heading for the Zentraedi quarters I could show you the way. I am heading there myself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 19:54:46</strong>
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				<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-Command Center-Personnel Office. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Roj Gavon, Open. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak nodded as the Duty Officer began to pull out a key for T'chak's room. Logging the Checking out of the key, and the room number that He will be assigned temporarily until his new assignment can be sorted out. T'chak would then pick up the large keycard, and glance down at the small map of the base as the Duty Officer explained how the Numeral system worked. Basically the first number was the floor T'chak would be one, the Second the Corridor number, nad finally the last two numbers designated the room. T'chak's card number was 2308. So he was on the second floor on the third corridor room eight. "Thank you." T'chak replied as he gathered his things. <br><br>He was in the midst of his turn to exit when he was approached by another Zentran. T'chak stopped when he heard his name stated and regarded the new face. A quick glance to his insignia, and name told T'chak that this was a PO1 by the name of Roj Gavon. Something about that name struck him as familiar, but he couldn't place it at the moment. "Yes Petty Officer, I am." T'chak stated as he squared himself to the smaller Zentran. Roj Gavon would state that they did, in fact, serve together during a short detachment he was with at Carrier Nine. T'chak gazed at Roj a moment as he let his mind drift back. "Ah yes. I do remember you." T'chak stated with a confident nod. "You were the one that did maintenance upon my Glaug when my team, and I was there." He stated. <br><br>When Roj offered to show T'chak the way to the Zentraedi Quarters, T'chak nodded before raising up his left arm indicating that Roj should lead and he would follow. "If you would, please." T'chak stated, twisting his hips to give Roj clearance to get around and to the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 08:52:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> NPCs, Roj Gavon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Command Center --&gt; Zentraedi Quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>Roj lead T'chak back out into the main corridor running the length of the spaceport. As they walked he briefly explained to the larger Zentran the color code of the lines painted on the walls and floor. Each marked the way to a different section of the base. While not all the myriad corridors that crisscrossed under the lunar surface had those marking, at least the main traffic arteries all had those orientation aids. "The layout isn't as logical as that of a spaceship, but what can you expect from a base that's grown over the years with its population," he remarked, before he fell silent for a while.<br><br>"I guess you are just passing through, sir?" He finally spoke up again, as they neared the Zentraedi living quarters. "I'd imagine they would have given you a room in the military wing otherwise." It wasn't that Roj really expected more of a reply than a single word, or perhaps just a noncommittal grunt from the officer. As far as he recalled, that was one officer who did not engage in small talk. <br><br>He paused in his steps for a moment, to let a micronian truck pass that crossed their way with flashing orange warning lights. Distribution of the goods the transport ship had delivered was still in full swing, and the Zentraedi-sized corridors doubled as vehicle routes for the micronians in many places. With the truck gone, Roj led T'chak through a door and a room that could serve as an airlock, but without an emergency, the second door of the chamber stood open, making the airlock just another part of the corridor network. <br><br>Beyond the airlock the corridor was lined with doors left and right in regular intervals, and the lighting had a more natural quality, less stark than the clearly artificial lights of the spaceport and hallways. Here, as in most living areas of the base, a day and night cycle was maintained. It was, Roj had always felt, something of a wasted effort. Without any real green spaces or an artificial sky, the Zentraedi quarters still looked a lot like they could be part of a spaceship, no matter the lighting. But it wasn't his problem. If it made someone happy that was fine by him. <br><br>"Lets find you room, shall we, sir?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 16:09:42</strong>
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				<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, Open. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak followed Roj out of the Command Center, and down the gaping corridor, both of his bags held in his hands as the two walked. T'chak listened as Roj gave him the explanation of the colored strips on the ground, and on the walls indicating directions to other areas of the complex. Roj was right, the layout was not logical, course though, Humans were an illogical species. Which helped them in the war twenty years ago. It made trying to predict their movements more difficult. T'chak nodded in agreement to Roj's assesment about the origins of the base, and its eventual expansion. <br><br>When asked if he was passing through, T'chak simply shrugged. "It is unknown at this time. My intended assignment had complications and was told that a replacement Glaug was not a priority." He stated simply. Though Roj would have been correct, had T'chak's assignment been formalized, he would have been assigned to the military wing. Right now he was in a bit of a limbo. <br><br>Roj paused, and so did T'chak as a sharp beeping could be heard along with the flashing of orange hazard lights. From around a corner, a Miclone transport truck was crossing the corridor to deliver the needed goods to their destination. It wouldn't be long after that that the two would find themselves in the Living Quarters for the Full Size Zentraedi. T'chak didn't seem to notice the interior as he followed Roj. He was used to being on ships with their artificial lighting. When Roj mentioned finding his room, T'chak just nodded. <br><br>It would only take about five minutes of walking and a flight of stairs before the door hissed open to Room 2308. It was small and spartan in furniture as most here didn't stay very long. There was a Twin XL size Bed against one side of the wall, A small Desk and Lamp in the opposite corner. Next to it was a Wardrobe, and Chest of drawers for extended stay personnel. Tucked into the wall over the Desk was a Infonet system. A screen that acted like A tv, Phone, and Access to the Internet all in one. It was slightly above typical Zentraedi quarters on board one of their combat vessels. <br><br>T'chak set his duffels on the bed, and turned to Roj. "Thank you for your assistance." He stated, his deep voice rumbling. "May you know where I can get some food? The Trip has been quite long." He explained. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 16:50:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> NPCs, Roj Gavon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zentraedi Quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>Roj watched the older Zentran while he sat down his bags. He was not surprised that the officer gave priority to his physical needs now. Staying in good health was bound to be a priority for an officer who cared for little besides his combat performance. In a way he figured T'chak for one of the last of a dying breed, but he could appreciate someone taking his work serious.<br><br>"There is a mess hall not far from here. Me, I am on my way to The Park. That's the recreational and commercial area shared by civilians and military personnel of the base. If you are in the mood for some stew I could show you just the right place. And the mess is on the way anyway."<br><br>He gestured down the hallway and took a step back, allowing T'chak to lead the way if he wanted to. <br><br>"If you ask me," Roj gently remarked as they walked down the hall, "the Glaug won't see much service any longer, here or elsewhere. I know you officers like them, but they were never easy to build or maintain. All those weapons and thrusters drawing from the same power supply.... That was never a very stable setup. If I were to venture a guess, I'd say they'll be replaced by Veritechs or Queadluuns not long from now."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 18:07:19</strong>
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				<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, Open. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak nodded, his face retaining that military stoicism that was punishingly ingrained into First Generation Zentraedi for hundreds of millennia as Roj explained that the Mess Hall was not far from the Temporary Quarters. Though he continued, and mentioned about how he was heading to the Park. A greenway for recreation and relaxation. Another benefit from having green ways was discovered by the Macross in that the plant life also helped to filter Carbon Dioxide, and other greenhouse gases to produce oxygen. Taking some of the burden off the Complex's Life support systems. As well as the psychological benefits for the Human population living at ALUCE base. Allowing themselves a place that they can decompress, and "Commune" with Nature. "Stew sounds acceptable." T'chak replied. <br><br>As Roj stepped aside to let T'chak lead, the larger Zentran immediately took the lead out of the Zentraedi Living Quarters. His stride was purposeful, and direct. His shoulders square, and his back straight. As the two were making their way out of the dorms, Roj started to speak about how he felt the Glaug was outdated, and was on its way to the recycler. Saying how the single power plant powering all its systems was never stable nor easy to maintain. That it would most likely be replaced by the Valkyrie or Queadluuns. T'chak wouldn't respond beyond a simple grunt. He had fought countless battles with the Glaug, many of them against the very humans that they were allied with. To him, the Glaug was a valuable and able piece of Zentraedi hardware designed by the Protoculture themselves for their Zentraedi Warriors, and has hundreds of thousands of Cycles worth of experience proving the design. So hearing it spoken in such a manner had T'chak's jaw tightening. <br><br>Once outside the Living Quarters, T'chak turned the lead back over to Roj to lead the way towards the Park, and the place for this "Stew". It wouldn't be long afterwards that they entered the Cavernous hold that contained "The Park". The bright light of not only the Sun, but Earth could been seen filtering down through the dome over the lush greenry below. Though there was still evidence of the final Battle against Gorg Bodolzaa's fleet littered the space between Earth, and the Moon. T'chak took a moment to gaze upon the expanse of the Park. The sound similar to a Miclone city was heard along with the laughing and playing of children. The Parks's central location making it the main thoroughfare of all traffic moving around the base. T'chak turned his gaze upon Roj, indicating for him to continue to lead the way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 09:04:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (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<br><hr>Roj walked along the edge of the green space, keeping close to the perimeter. They passed a few Zentraedi-sized shops that were built into the walls of the chamber, clear indication how many Zentran and Meltran had become very much part of human society over the last twenty years. Here a metal plaque identified a branch of the Lunar Mining Consortium, a placard next to it offering jobs for qualified laser drill operators. Next came a music and video store, a brightly lit display window next to the door showcasing some of the latest releases, followed by a dry cleaning and tailoring business.&nbsp; <br><br>The next business along the way was the one Roj had been looking for. The Copper Kettle was just another small store front, an open door in the wall and a hand-painted sign stating the restaurants name and opening hours. All that set it apart from its neighbors were a handful of chairs and a few small tables outside. It wasn't much to look at, but business was good, all seats taken by Zentran and Meltran eating from giant-sized bowls or munching on whole loafs of bread provided in baskets on each table.<br><br>As they waited for a table to clear, Roj greeted a few people he knew, many of them seated on the balcony that formed the 'street' of the micronian shopping district situated above the Zentraedi businesses. By the looks of them, at least some of the eaters there were micronized Zentraedi, and several of them group were in military uniform. "What's for supper, Lieutenant?" The green-haired Zentran technician asked. "In this batch? Mostly cabage and pork, I'd say, some beef too," one of the tiny people replied, a red-haired, muscular woman who was only tiny compared to the giants, but stood about six feet tall. The blue of her jumpsuit marked her as a pilot, or at least part of the fighter wing personnel.<br><br>Feeding giants wasn't easy, supply almost always a problem to some degree, at least when it came to fresh ingredients. Perpetual stew had become part of the answer for some restaurants that catered to Zentran and Meltran. Whatever was available could go into the pot, solving the supply problem other, more specialized restaurants ran into. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 15:15:52</strong>
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				<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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 15:33:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/95/Honda_futayo_3429.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Anyone<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia was standing in front of the shop itself. She like many of her fellow kind spent the weekend in macro-form. She spent the week in her miclone form so this was her way of getting back to her usual self. She took a refreshing pull of the air. As she walked on by she noticed more of the crew from the ship clustered around one section along with a full size Zentran. She was a bit all for a Meltrandie. Her height topping out at about 10 meters. So she would walk up to them. She was of course to anyone who would notice wearing a jumpsuit, her long blue black hair tied up in a high pony tail of all things with a type of techno butterfly clip. She had also it seemed used a little bit of cosmetics to make her face look a bit prettier. Nothing too much but a more like a light touch. Someone had taught her a few things about Miclone culture it seemed. While she still looked very much the professional Meltrandie she had acclimated to the post War world. More than likely given another twenty years and possibly children she would be very much like the Meltrandie T'chak had seen "Greetings Lieutenant." she said noting Maika, Roj, T'chak and the others. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 16:21:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (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<br><hr>"Water, please." Roj sat down on the table T'chak had gotten for them and smiled at the pink-haired Meltrandi waitress. The smile came easy to him, given how easy on the eye the young woman was. That she had assumed a human name didn't bother him in the slightest. Oh, he had seen a little bit of active duty before the war against the Micronians, had been an active member of the old regime, had been raised to know nothing but obedience and duty. But Roj had always been a little different, always had a small talent for technology. Like all his brethren he always was but a user of technology, but the inclination for more had been there, even when he was a radar operator on one of the fleet's cruisers. The Micronians had given him the chance to broaden his horizons and he had embraced that opportunity. What was a small change of name compared to that?<br><br>"I could go for a beer right now," he remarked, after Bethany had turned from their table. "I am off duty right now, but since I am still in uniform... Well, the evening is still young." He fiddled a little with the edge of the table cloth, not sure if he should ask what was on his mind. His impression of T'chak was that the officer was honest and direct, but would he appreciate a direct question? But if not, what was the worst he could do? Not much, Roj decided after a moment. <br><br>"So... without a craft to fly, what are your options, sir?"<br><br>Almost drowned out by the engineer's question, even if spoken at a low level for a Zentran, Lieutenant Torok replied to the greeting offered by the Meltran officer who had approached the tables of the Copper Kettle. <br><br>"Hello, Lieutenant Halcyon. Don't think I have seen you at your full size before." Maika raised a half-empty glass of foaming amber liquid at the Zentran pilot. "How does piloting a Veritech agree with you?"<br><br>Maika Torok could well imagine. She had been micronized two years now, but she could still remember how difficult the transition could be. The craft the Micronians produced were pretty different, complex in their cockpit layout and requiring a good deal of adjustment for most pilots. But that was something that could be learned. Being a Micronian was something that could not be learned, only experienced. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 17:24:56</strong>
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				<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, Kycilia Halcyon, Open. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Bethany jotted down the drink orders and added two bowls of stew since it was pretty much the only thing they had. "Okay, I'll bring out your drinks and meals shortly." She chirped happily throwing a wink to Roj for his smile. she trotted away carrying the tray with the old bowls to be cleaned and to put the order in. T'chak didn't watch her bounce away though several of the other patrons did. T'chak's focus turned back to Roj as he mentioned about consuming a Miclone alcoholic beverage known as "Beer". Which became a particular favorite of Quamzim as the former hideouts of the insurgent leader was usually littered with beer cans. Though still being in uniform prevented the consumption of Alcohol. "Agreed. Regulations are particularly clear about the consumption of Alcohol while On Duty, and in Uniform." T'chak stated. While he wasn't necessarily a stickler for rules, that doesn't mean he wasn't knowledgeable on them. <br><br>When Roj asked what T'chak options were now that it is found out that he won't be able to pilot his Glaug, the large Zentraedi thought a moment. "My options were to fly a Gnerl, or undergo Micronization and train to pilot a Valkryie. He informed the engineer. Not even acknowledging the other two options of extend leave at half pay, or a desk job. "The Aspect of being micronized for extended period of time does not appeal to me." T'chak stated before he noticed a full size Meltrandi approaching with a high pony tail. She greeted everyone, and T'chak would nod to her as well. "Greetings Lt. Halcyon" He stated. Hearing her name, and rank from Lt. Torok. She was certainly easy on the eyes. <br><br>About this time, Bethany trotted back with two glasses of water, and a basket of hot bread fresh from the oven and a small (again, Relative to Zentraedi) amount of synthetic butter. "They're warming another batch of stew right now. so it will be just a few minutes more." She informed the two before taking notice of Kcyilia. "Welcome to the Copper Kettle, will you be joining them for supper?" She asked Kycilia as she was close to the group, and the table that Roj, and T'chak were sharing had one more chair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 21:22:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak, Roj and Maika<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia nodded her head to the greetings from T'chak and the others before turning to answer Maika's question about piloting a Valkyrie. "It has been...interesting. Then again I did not have much choice in assignments after my Rau was too heavily damaged to continue service. It was either accept micronization and fly a Valkyrie or..." she said her voice saying a bit more and face seeming to screw up a bit with distaste as she took a deep breath. "...be assigned to a regular Zentradie unit to pilot a...Reguld. Or even a Nousjadeul-Ger ." she said a low growl in her throat. Hell her face made it sound like the very idea made her sick. Shaking her head a bit to clear those distasteful memories away. "So yes my pride as a Meltrandie would not allow me to do so. The only recourse was to pilot Valkyries." she said. The tone in her voice clearly bellying the fact she had made a choice of the lesser of two evils.<br><br>&nbsp;She then turned her head to the bald and bearded Zentradie. "Please do not take offense to my words sir. I was merely stating my opinions." she said to him. While the old stigmas of Zentran and Meltran had been wiped away during the war. The tendency of mecha choice between them still ran quite strong. The tones of Kycilia's words would bellied the fact she would have preferred to pilot the Meltrandie's mecha of choice, the Queadluun-Rau. She then turned her back to Maika once more, her face turning from disgust back to neutral with a light smile. "As for my macroform I always come here on the weekends after training and rent a full-size room at the local inn. It is here I can be myself again for a little while anyway." she said to her before turning to Bethany. "I think I shall join them." she said taking the seat itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 22:14:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (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."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>01-01-2017, 01:35:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak, Roj and Maika<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Maika's words did irk Kycilia a little bit but she took a breath and ordered her thoughts before she would respond. "How am I suppose to feel when I am asked, a Meltrandie one of the elite of the Zentradie. Our Queadluun-Raus were among the best of Zentrdaie mecha. Far superior in specs to anything the humans ever produced. So I should feel proud that I have move on from such a well designed piece of machinery, a piece of machinery that I might add has served me for the whole of my career? It was the fighting spirit of Meltrandie that brought fourth the full power of the Queadluun-Rau. We were feared for being the best, because we were the best and we had the best equipment. That is what my pride is." she said to her before continuing.<br><br>"You also say I should have pride as a Zentradie in the deeds and not size. To that end I do say I am proud of my service. I was there much like yourself serving under Azonia who in turn served under Fleet Commander Breetai. I am a Meltrandie. I have pride in my duty. My duty is to serve and to serve is my duty. I serve the command of my Battle Lord. He commanded we fight alongside the humans therefore we fought alongside them. He viewed the Miclones as allies therefore we are. Were it not for my pride as a Zentradie I myself would be in the asteroid belt with the..." she stopped for a moment to gather herself. "...<em>Malcontents</em> under Kamjin." she said. Her voice dripping with venom and malice towards those who had thrown away their pride as Zentradie. In fact there was more in that one word on her face than in the whole of the conversation about the mecha before returning to her full height to Maika. "Despite my views you are an elder to me. Please raise your head. I accept your apologies" she said gesturing to the table they were sitting at. "Please sit and let us enjoy a meal." she said proving she could get along with Maika.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>01-01-2017, 02:34:34</strong>
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				<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-<em>Copper Kettle</em>. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Roj Gavon, Maika Torok, Kycilia Halcyon, Open. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak quietly sat at the table, and waited for the food to arrive while Kycilia, and Maika spoke to each other. Kycilia giving Maika her honest opinion of being a Valkyrie Pilot. That it was the lesser of two "Evils". It was either micronize and pilot the Valkyrie, or be resigned to a Zentran squad piloting a reguld. Though Kycilia would have the foresight to apologize to T'chak, and stipulating that she wasn't trying to be offensive. The large Zentran focused his royal purple eyes upon the Tall meltrandi before a large hand waved it off. "No Offense taken, Lieutenant." He stated simply. He understood the concept of personal preference, and many of the Meltrandi he served with preferred their Queadluun Raus to any thing else. Just like Many Zentran preferred their equipment.<br><br>Though while T'chak may not have taken offense to the comment, it would appear that Lt. Torok did. Though it motivator for this could be the miclone Alcoholic beverage she was nursing, Beer. T'chak cast his gaze upon the Micronized Meltrandi as she declared that pride must not be solely based on Race. That Pride must come from the deeds that one does. That the machine didn't matter, the pilot did. The Pilot's ability to capitalize on the Mecha's strength, and overcome its weakness. Though it would appear that one of Lt. Torok's companions feared causing a scene and chided the woman. Causing her to realize what she was doing, and apologize.&nbsp; <br><br>T'chak's eyes shifted over to Kycilia, head tilting somewhat like a Battleship's turret as the Full meltrandi countered with asking Torok what she should feel when being asked to give up what she felt was the pinnacle of Combat Mecha design. Which had the tests, and performance reviews to back such a claim up. Kycilia would continue and speak of her pride in her service underneath Azonia, and later Lord Bri'tai. That it is her pride, and sense of duty that kept her from following so many disenfranchised Zentraedi into the waste with Kamjin, or to the Asteroid belt.&nbsp; <br><br>Though before the disagreement could escalate into a full on argument, Kycilia held her tongue, and decided to simply let the topic drop. Essentially to "Agree to disagree" as the Miclones put it. To T'chak, both had valid points, and showed great fighting spirit. They were passionate soldiers that he felt would certainly fight to the very last. A very high compliment to be given from a Zentraedi. So he simply turned back to Roj whom was lamenting the fact that it appears the peace of their meal would be disturbed by the dispute between the two Meltrandi. "The dispute seems to have been peacefully settled Petty Officer." T'chak stated simply as Kycilia took hold of the chair to sit at the table with the two of them. <br><br>Bethany was standing close by watching nervously as she watched the Full Size Meltrandi started to argue with the miclone customer. She held her breath through the entire ordeal until the resolution occurred in which she finally let out her exhale. When Kycilia sat down, Bethany approached the table again. "What would you like to drink?" She asked Kycilia. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>01-01-2017, 07:50:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (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 looked up with a grin on her face. She wasn't all that drunk, but it always made a good excuse for shooting of that big mouth of hers. "Waiter," she called over her shoulder, "another glass of cider!"<br><br>She leaned on the railing separating the micronian level from the Zentraedi area below. "It's a nice offer, but I think I am safer up here. I'd only get in the way at your table. Besides, I am done eating. But we can chat a bit more."<br><br>She pulled out the elastic that held her hair in place, shook out her unruly red strands, proceeded to gather her hair again behind her head. "And since you asked, how you are supposed to feel is good. They could have shoved you out of the service when they couldn't find a Rau for you to pilot. Instead they kept you flying. In my book that's a sign they value your services. Think about it, sister. They kept you flying. That's a sign of appreciation, whichever way I look at it. Could have been a civilian life for you instead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>01-01-2017, 10:22:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak, Roj and Maika<br><hr><br><br>&nbsp;Kycilia nodded her head to T'chak and to Roj and Maika as the other seemed to accept the acceptance of that offer. Which had been to enjoy dinner. However than the other Meltrandie had to shoot her mouth off about how they could have shoved her out the service altogether. "That itself was a possibility. At that point my duty would be over. I would have no more to give and thus that would be it for me. As I said my Pride as a Zentradie will never allow me to join the Malcontents. I would have taken a rifle and a pistol into the wastes to perform my last duty." she said to her. Kycilia had wanted to leave well enough alone but the other pilot had to dig her with it. So she would let her know exactly what she would have done and that was hunt Malcontents like her Battle Lord would have commanded her to do. She then remembered Bethany was there as she turned to look at the other girl. "Bring me something...indulge yourself if you will. Just nothing with Alcohol in it." she said to her not exactly caring too much more than it being non-alcoholic.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>02-01-2017, 03:41:36</strong>
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				<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-<em>Copper Kettle</em>. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Roj Gavon, Maika Torok, Kycilia Halcyon, Open. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak had remained his steadfast stoic self during the exchange between the conversation between Kycilia, and Maika. It would appear his observation to Roj about the disbute being over between the two was premature as Maika had to get in that last dig against Kycilia. To which it seemed to reignite the dispute. T'chak took in a long deep inhale, his chest expanding with the cubic meters of air he was drawing in. However, instead of raising his voice. He simply let it out in a slow measured exhale. It was a technique he was shown by another Zentraedi that had anger issues, and was a threat of becoming a Malcontent. That was until he ran across a Human Martial Arts Master that taught him the art of meditation. He would pass the breathing technique to T'chak, and he stills uses it from time to time to clear his mind. <br><br>T'chak would simply reach out, and pull out a loaf of bread. Picking up his knife, he sliced it open and took a bit of butter and smeared it on the bread before slipping the slice into his mouth. He would then chase it down with some water as he simply tuned out the conversation. his own mind weighing the pros, and cons of accepting the Gnerl Assignment, or the Valkryie training. He would wash his mouthful down with some of hte ice water. <br><br>"Alright, dinner time!" Bethany announced as she approached the table with her tray. Three steamy bowls of stew, and another glass of Ice water sitting on top of it. She would set the tray against her hip as she set each bowl down in front of T'chak, Roj, and Kycilia. She would then place the Ice water down next to Kycilia. "Thank you, Miss." T'chak stated simply as he centered the bowl in front of him. "You're welcome. You three enjoy." She chirped before bouncing away to take care of other tables. Picking up his spoon, T'chak scooped some of the stew into the bowl of the spoon and up to his mouth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>02-01-2017, 09:22:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>02-01-2017, 09:44:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak, Roj and Maika<br><hr><br><br>&nbsp;Kycilia nodded her head a it seemed the argument was settled for the moment. As she picked up the glass of water and began to drink out of it as she listened to what Roj said about possibly going full time micronian. She mentally scoffed at the idea. Then the reason for it was him starting a family. His dreamy eyed expression was something she had seen on many of her race. She set her glass down and let out a breath before looking at him. "Chief if that is your overall eventual goal. Then I wish you the best of luck in attaining it." she said to him as she sat back in her chair leaving the words in there air for those to contemplate on it. To Kycilia she had seen the power these concepts had played on others of her race. It was a powerful force. Love had been something the Zentradie had never known and it along with song had been what brought about the eventual downfall of their race.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-01-2017, 05:13:47</strong>
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				<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-<em>Copper Kettle</em> ----- Walking around. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Roj Gavon, Maika Torok, Kycilia Halcyon, Open. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak sat, and quietly ate his stew. the flavor was rather bland as it appeared the broth had been cut with some water, and the ingredients were beginning to be stretched thin. Yet T'chak didn't complain as he still remembered the Zentraedi Nutritional Supplements Meals that were numbered instead of "Flavored". The Alcohol Rations were like gold on board a Zentraedi Ship. He glanced over to both Maika, and Roj as they talked about micronization. The Petty Officer talking about how he maybe would like to be micronized full time later on to start a family. T'chaks thoughts mirrored Kycilias about the power of love and song, concepts foreign to the Zentraedi, and how it led to their defeat. "If that is your wish, then you must pursue it as you would your mission. Like a true Zentraedi." He stated to Roj simply, his voice even as he took the last dregs of his stew, and swallowed it down. Essentially wishing the&nbsp; young Petty officer luck too, but in his own way. <br><br>With his stew gone, T'chak stood up with his empty bowl. "I'll take my leave now. I believe I can find my own way back to the living Quarters. Thank you, Petty Officer, for showing me this restaurant. I may patronize it in the future." He said before turning to Kycilia, and Maika. "Good day to you both.". With that, he carried his bowl up to the counter, and handed it back to Bethany whom looked at him in confusion, "Refill?" She asked, noticing his great size, and figuring he was still hungry. "No Ma'am. I wish to depart, but I need to first pay for my Meal." He explained. "oh! You didn't have to bring the bowl up, but thank you." Bethany chirped as she took the used bowl from T'chak.&nbsp; "This way please to the register." Bethany stated before led T'chak to the register. Using his NUNS Stipend Card, Bethany swiped it and T'chak put a three credit tip on the charge. "Thank you. Come again." She stated as T'chak turned to leave. Not even saying good bye, or waving to the waitress. "Geez, talk about a cold shoulder."&nbsp; she grumbled to the departing figure's back. <br><br>T'chak stepped out side the small restaurant, and started to make his way around the parameter of the park back towards the Temporary housing where his affects were. As always his steps were purposeful, and direct. Many of the Younger Zentraedi, and Meltrandi moving out of his way. The myriad of scars crisscrossing his exposed face putting many off, and wanting to give the large Zentran his space. Though as he walked, he would find his eyes glancing towards the greenry. The life support systems kept a constant breeze blowing through the entire complex and the plant life helped to keep the air fresh. When he was at the corridor that would lead back to the Command Center, and Temporary housing. T'chak would instead of making the turn towards the Housing, he turned into the park. The thump of his boots against the walk path instantly muffled the moment he stepped onto the grass. <br><br>T'chak stayed clear of the Miclone areas, and the areas that have the higher density of people. He chose a quiet, secluded area of the park where he found a shade spot underneath a very tall oak tree. Resting his back against the tree, his hand fished for the tiny object that he always keeps with him. A small music box. The very same one he listened too on the Transport up here from Earth. Turning it over, he ginger wound the spring with the tip of his index finger before opening the lid. Once more the mechanical sound just barely reached his ears as he watched the cylinder slowly spin against the stainless steel Comb as each individual bump on the cylinder plucked at a tooth on the comb. The box, its workings, and the song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QM-8hoQXY4) always able to entrance T'chak. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>04-01-2017, 10:31:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (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 (m),Kyclia, Open<br><hr>"Thanks," Roj replied to Kyclia's well wishes, and nodded at T'chak. "I guess that's true, Sir," he replied a little hesitantly. He didn't think finding love and having a family was to be pursued like a combat mission, but perhaps the officer had a point. Perhaps striving for a goal was the important part, setting his mind on something and doing all he could to attain it. Still, it took two to tango, as the micronians said.<br><br>"Have a good day, Sir, and good luck figuring things out." Only after the tall Zentran had wandered off towards the park did Roj curse himself. "Dang, I guess I never really offered him an opinion on his problem," he muttered. Should he go after him? But what could he really say? He wasn't a pilot, never had been. He had started out as a bridge operator, as close to a technical specialist as the Zentraedi had ever come. He had worked with, and around pilots, for years now, but how they truly felt he would never completely understand. <br><br>Maika too had wished T'chak a good day then enjoyed her second glass of cider while she looked out over the bar and half listened to the conversations around her. Catching some of what Roj muttered she tried to figure out what problems an officer like T'chak could possibly have, but it was bound to be related to his career. The guy seemed to have his head screwed on in military mode. She had seen it before. People who adjusted just enough to function in human society, but not enough to become part of it. <br><br>"He'll figure it out, Chief," she offered eventually. "Not like you could make the decision for him." After another sip of cider she went on, addressing the Meltran below her.<br><br>"Say, Lieutenant, you fly with one of the fighter squadrons now, if I'm not mistaken? I'm sure they'll train you well enough for those human craft, but if you need any hints or tips, you let me know, okay? At the end of the day we are both pilots, so we should help each other out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>06-01-2017, 17:17:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Commander Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak <br><hr>Another day ended on a routine meeting, only that not everything was routine for the commanding officer of Electronic Warfare Wing 05. Come tomorrow he would still be one pilot short. But such was life. If push came to shove, he would have to take the pilot seat himself, once in a while. Sooner or later he would need some more flying hours anyway. Re-qualifying for the pilot role was very low of his list of things he wanted to do.<br><br>Strolling through one of the less-frequented areas of the park, Hitoshi Nomura began to clear his mind, his thoughts turning to less official matters, ranging from possible dinner choices to more personal topics. The former was easy enough to settle, the latter less so. But some things were best not rushed, and if patience was a virtue, Commander Nomura was a virtuous man. Good things came to those who would wait. 'Just don't wait forever,' he told himself a second before his eyes fell on the Zentran seated with his back against a tree. <br><br>Tall, even for a Zentran. Age and scars enough for a veteran. Memorable beard. Officer. An oak. Shady spot. Not too many people around.<br><br>He found a tree opposite the Zentran, not directly facing him, but at the periphery of the larger man's vision. He searched the ground with his eyes before he sat down, cross-legged, and opened his blue uniform jacket. Was that music he heard? Aside from some rustling leaves and far away voices the park was quiet, but the distance was too great to be certain. Hitoshi Nomura hummed a few notes he thought he had heard under his breath, his lips moving almost silently, while he reached into an inside pocket of his jacket. When his hand came back out it held a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a lighter. <br><br>He looked at the pack and counted the cigarettes remaining, before he pulled one out, stuck it between his lips and lit it, closing his lighter gently, with the barest audible 'click' of metal on metal. He drew a breath from his smoke, rolled the vapors around in his mouth for a moment, before he slowly let them escape his lips, only to be drawn back in and down to his lung through nose and mouth. <br><br>Holding the cigarettes upright between thumb and forefingers he closed his eyes, breathed out slowly. He remained like that until one third of the cigarette had burned to ash. The commander opened his eyes, flicked the ash from his smoke, repeated his ritual for inhaling – mouth, nose, lung. Only after he had exhaled that second draw from his cigarette did he speak.<br><br>"Could you perhaps play that again? I think I recognized it, but I am not entirely certain."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-01-2017, 19:11:04</strong>
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				<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 sat against that oak tree, and listened to the soft melody being plucked by the tiny device in his hand. His ears straining to pick up each note as he stared intently at his hand. It was as if the very secrets of the Universe were there in his palm waiting for him to discern the codex in which will unlock its vast wealth of knowledge. Though the small box was not without its damage. The wooden sides were scorched, and had a lingering burnt smell even after so many years since T'chak found it. <br><br>So engrossed with the song that T'chak didn't notice the visitor until his nose detected the subtle hint of cigarette smoke. The box was playing the last strains of music as T'chak's eyes slowly rose from his palm to the older looking gentleman before him. The large Zentran towering of him, and yet there was no animosity present. <br><br>When the Miclone asked if T'chak could play the tune again. The zentran carefully tipped the box over, and pressed his finger against the small key. Twisting his wrist, he wound the spring so that the box would play once more. Once the spring was wound, he lowered the box so that Nomura could better hear the song. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 09:29:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Commander Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> Flashback - March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak, Open<br><hr>The commander nodded his thanks as the music box was held closer to him. He took another lungful of smoke before he closed his eyes and just listened. Halfway through the music he briefly opened his eyes again for a last drag on his cigarette, before he stubbed it out in an earthy patch by a tree root. He sat like that for several seconds after the last notes had drifted off.<br><br>"Thank you." Nomura opened his eyes fully and bowed his head at the giant before him. "Debussy,&nbsp; if I'm not mistaken."<br><br>Looking around he could spot no wastebasket nearby. Of course there was never one when you needed it. He got his cigarettes out again and pulled the cellophane warp from it, dropped his cigarette stub into the impromptu clear bag, wrapped it tight and put it into one of his pockets. <br><br>He leaned back against a birch behind him and his eyes strayed upward, studying the faux sky and the holographic clouds through the leaves. "Beautiful day, isn't it? About the only thing missing are some birds," he remarked to no one in particular. Birds were indeed missing from the park, as were&nbsp; insects. No one had ever thought it worth the effort to import enough animals to turn the park into a true ecosystem. Balancing out all the creatures that would have to go into the effort for a self-sustaining ecology was no easy feat, and keeping the creatures from getting into places they were not supposed to would have been a major task too.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 14:11:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Roj and Maika<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia watched the large Zentran leave the bar before she turned back to watch the interactions of the other two still conversing. Maika even asking if she was flying the combat craft. "As I said before the training has been...interesting. The interactions with my miclone counter-parts has been just as much if not more so than piloting the mecha. In fact the other day I had one of them come up and offer me some credits for the use of my bra as a hammock on his MAC 2" she said answering Maika's first question before holding up her hand to as she offered her know-how and pointers. "I thank you for your offer Lieutenant but I will make it on my own." she said her confident she could get through this herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 16:58:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/MaikaTorokMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> NPCs, Roj Gavon, Maika Torok<br><strong>Date:</strong> Flashback - March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park / Copper Kettle<br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>Roj Gavon raised his bowl to his face and leaned over it close enough that it looked like was trying to drown himself in it, while Maika Torok managed to produce a gurgling sound that ended in a gulp and a series of coughs. Then she laughed and laughed out loud enough that half the park might have heard it. <br><br>"Oh hell no! Serious? You are not making this up? Hah! I wouldn't mind meeting that guy. He sounds like he might have enough guts for my taste."<br><br>Roj lowered his bowl back to the table slowly and wiped his lips on a paper napkin the size of a human bedsheet. Avoiding Kyclia's eyes he looked up to the balcony where Maika stood. "He sure has guts to lie about his mech. I'm very certain we don't have any of those heavy artillery robots on the base. A few Tomahawks and Spartans is about it, I think."<br><br>"Hmm...." Maika rubbed her chin. "Good point. Most of the hangars and corrodirs would be too small for them anyway. But hey, who cares?"<br><br>She raised her glass while looking down at the full-size meltran below her. "If you change your mind you'll find me, but it's really not that difficult, once you memorize what all the buttons on the stick and throttle are for. If I can do it, I bet you can do it too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 21:44:17</strong>
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				<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. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>08-01-2017, 05:43:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Commander Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> Flashback - March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak <br><hr>It <em>was</em> a pleasant day, Commander Nomura decided, now that he thought about it. A gentle breeze, a blue sky, and the big guy was pleasant conversation. It wasn't that the commander needed more than a few words here and there. Too many people talked too much anyway. Then again, some people did not talk enough, at least not about the things he would have liked them to talk about. But the day really was too pleasant to dwell on that. Time would tell.<br><br>He stretched out his legs and reached for his smokes again. "Stood alone on a mountain top, staring out at the great divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide."<br><br>Nomura declaimed the words more than he spoke them, his intonation following the melody of an old song only in the vaguest way. He slipped another cigarette from his pack and searched his pockets for the lighter. Where had he put that damn thing. <br><br>Ah. There. He found it, flicked it open, closed it again, tried to remember the rest of the lyrics and when he found them in his memory spoke them around the unlit cigarette fixed between his lips.<br><br>"Just then I saw a young hawk flying, and my soul began to rise. And pretty soon my heart was singing. Roll, roll me away, I'm gonna roll me away tonight. Gotta keep rolling, gotta keep riding,<br>keep searching till I find what's right."<br><br>A metallic sound accompanied the sharp motion of his wrist as he flicked his lighter open again. He lit his cigarette and puffed out a cloud without inhaling. His eyes followed the blue cloud drifting away between the leaves overhead. <br><br>"A bird of prey would be nice. The way some of them can sore on an updraft, circling higher, and higher, a sharp cry barely heard in the distance... Oh well, we can't have it all, I guess."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>08-01-2017, 05:47:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Roj and Maika<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia looked at the two other Zentrans cocking an eyebrow when they mentioned about there not being a MAC2 on the base. "I thought that this was a major UN SPACY military instillation? Would it not make sense for it contain some of your most powerful weapons Earth has ever devised?" she sounding perplexed by this development. It was the same in the Zentradie. Mecha, were deployed upon strategic lines and with this one being so close to Earth it should have been one of the heaviest defended.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>08-01-2017, 06:19:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/MaikaTorokMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> NPCs, Roj Gavon, Maika Torok<br><strong>Date:</strong> Flashback - March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park / Copper Kettle<br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>"Sadly we are not that important," Maika replied. "Anyone who really wants to take a shot at Earth can just come in from whatever vector they choose, and we are stuck on our orbital pattern. Sure, we have our role to play, but between the Mars Perimeter fleets and the Earth Defense Fleet we are a little bit in no man's land, neither first line of defense, nor last line. I'm afraid we are more reserve than front line unit here."<br><br>She took a sip from her glass of cider, before she straightened, one hand firmly rested on the railing of the balcony above the giants below. "But if another war comes we'll have our role to play. It's not like those fleets see any more action than we do during peace time so we train as well as they do."<br><br>"I, for one, could well do without another war." Roj finished his glass of water and shook his head. "But," he continued, turning his head towards Kyclia, "despite what the Lieutenant said, we <em>are</em> a major base. And Aluce has been around for a while. Most of our defenses are stationary. You pilots may never see them because they are usually kept under ground, but there is a whole ring of weapon emplacements around the base, built over the years. Walking cannons might look cool, but they are slow, need a lot of maintenance, a crew of three in the case of a MAC. A gun emplacement is far easier to maintain and operate, while offering the same firepower."<br><br>He broke a loaf of bread in two and used one half to scoop out the small leftovers in his bowl. "Besides, there is nothing a Destroid can do that you fighter pilots couldn't do at least as well, is there?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>08-01-2017, 13:44:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Roj and Maika<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia seemed to agree more with Roj than with Maika. "Despite your "Relative position and your positions of your fleets and such. You are still quite a powerful position. Despite what people might think having a moon base is a powerful resource. It also you to have&nbsp; staging area for any sort of defense or attack. As for a Destroid like a MAC2 yes more than likely something like would be a bit hard to move, but it can move. That by itself is it's greatest asset." she said to then clarifying about the significance of such a base. Then Roj brought up the question about what a destroid could do that the fighter pilots couldn't do. "Actually plenty. The destroids were purpose built for moving in a planet or on a ship or other such terrestrial feature. As such they have vastly more armor than most Zentrandie mecha and have a vastly more diverse array of weapons. Plus it was largely thanks to the efforts of the Defender Destroids that handled most of the air defense of the SDF-1 Macross during the war that kept our forces at bay. Many Zentradie learned the hard way about flying blinding in your AA fire." she said shaking her head and taking a breath.<br><br>&nbsp; "They were also responsible for causing the damage to many Zentradie ships in the use of your "Daedalus Attack". They were also the ones who were responsible for defending the Macross's hull should any have made it past the outer defenses. No the fighter craft or your Valkyries as you call them are your striking power. You use them to hit your enemies. While Destroids handle your defense." she said offering him an in-depth explanation of&nbsp; just how exactly useful the destroids themselves were as machines of war. "They are inelegant but effective. Unlike a Queadluun-Rau Battle Suit which was a combination of elegance and effectiveness on the battlefield." she said with pride in her voice as took a another drink of water from her cup before putting it down and motioning for a refill.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>09-01-2017, 23:32:50</strong>
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				<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 ---&gt; Temporary Living Quarters. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nomura, Open. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The silence between T'chak, and this older Miclone seemed rather pleasant, companionable would have made an almost accurate description for it as the two didn't seem in any hurry to chase to the other off with unnecessary jabbering. Though after a few minutes, T'chaks ears began to pick up the sound of soft speech from the miclone. Looking at him, T'chak concentrated to listen to what the Miclone was saying. The way it was said didn't sound like normal speech, but something almost akin to a speech. The words seemed almost poetic, but hard to comprehend for the large Zentraedi. The Miclone would only pause in his speech to light his cigarette. The acrid smell of smoke wafting up to tickle at T'chak nose. Causing the Zentraedi to let out a long extended exhale through his nose to push the smell out. <br><br>Once the Miclone was finished, he mentioned about how it would be nice to have Hawks flying around. though for T'chak, he wasn't so sure. Aluce base, while large, was not set up to be an artificial Eco-system that was needed to sustain such life that did not have really any other purpose but to "Look Pretty" for the residents, and visitors to the base. The Greenry served the purpose of helping to keep the air Fresh in the Base with minimum support. <br><br>T'chak slowly stood up before Nomura, and gave him a nod. "I must be going. I hope you have a good day, Sir." He stated his tone neutral, but respectful. He was tired, and felt he should rest. So he would make his way towards his temporary Quarters. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>10-01-2017, 17:37:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (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 / Copper Kettle<br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>Maika was about to remark that she didn't need a history lesson, when Roj saved her from antagonizing Kyclia again. <br><br>"Their armor isn't that useful against advanced weapons. Trust me, weapons tech is my specialty, and weapons development is usually one step ahead of advances in armor. And when it's not, it usually catches up pretty quickly."<br><br>"Mobility is certainly a good defense," Maika agreed with the Chief. As an attack pilot she was supposed to fire her torpedoes from long range most of the time, but her squadron often trained for assaults at closer range. Air defense was part of her stock in trade – or rather avoiding it as best she could. "Mobility...," she mused, while Bethany appeared to take away Roj's empty bowl and provide Kyclia with a fresh glass of water.<br><br>"I guess that's one reason we only have a few Spartans and Tomahawks for emergencies. This base is a lot larger than the Macross, spread far wider. You can't shift destroids around from one critical point to another. That would take too long. And if you wanted to defend the hangars, spaceport, and civilian hangars with destroids you'd need hundreds of them – including hundreds of pilots."<br><br>Roj thanked Bethany as she cleaned away his used dishes, before he looked up to Maika on the balcony. "I heard rumors they are working on a more advanced, more mobile destroid. Maybe once those come on line..."<br><br>"There are always rumors like that, you know that, Chief. A new Veritech to replace the VF-5, phasing out the VF-1 completely, modernized armor packs for the VFs, upgrades to the Zentran pods and power armors. I'll believe it when I see it. Till then we do what soldiers have always done. We make do with what we got and do the best we can."<br><br>She sipped her cider again, wondering if peacetime would make the Humans abandon attempts at improving their war machine or not. Some of them were probably tempted to forget all about it, now that twenty years had passed since the last big war. But there was still one area where construction and technology had again begun to make progress.<br><br>"Lieutenant Halcyon, if you won't mind another piece of unsolicited advice..." Maika smiled down at the Meltran. "On thing that is not a rumor is the construction of the Megaroad Five. If you really want to fly a Rau again, perhaps you should volunteer for that mission. Might still be a year or so before they start recruiting, but if the last fleets are anything to go by, they will use Zentraedi ships in the escort fleets again. A recommendation from your CO here could well be enough to get you one of those positions."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>11-01-2017, 10:44:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Roj and Maika<br><hr><br>&nbsp;She nodded her head to Roj about his assessment that the destroids thick armor would only hold for so long against more advanced weaponry.&nbsp; "That might have been the case. It still does not change the fact they did it. Though I do admit that outside of the heavy attack Valkyries only the destroids carried more firepower per capita than the Valkyries. The Valkyries just get more attention since they were the ones doing most of the high profile fighting." she said to him. She had conceded the point to him as he had been right but she also wanted it known that the destroids efforts in Space War 1 were worth mentioning because they were a meaningful contribution. As a proud Zentradie she would give credit where it was earned. <br><br>&nbsp;She then turned her head to Maika when she mentioned about signing up for the next Megaroad fleet to leave. "I will take that under advisement. The chance to pilot a Rau will be nice." she said before taking a breath. "Though since the reestablishment of UN SPACY I have also heard that a new space carrier for Valkyries was coming online and rolling off the construction yards. An improvement over the ARMD platforms known as the Guantánamo Class Stealth Carrier. They are proving even cheaper to build than the ARMDs and they are supplemented by Northhampton Stealth Frigates. So I suspect the next one might be more human centric in design rather than Zentradie." she said to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>11-01-2017, 16:13:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/ZentranCPO02_Macross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (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 / Copper Kettle<br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>"True that," Maika admitted. "We are seeing more human-designed spaceships, but their numbers are still small. The Northamptons in service are integrated into the Earth and Mars defense fleets. They won't be reassigned to the next colonization fleet. That would leave a hole in Earth's defenses and I have no idea how fast new ones are being built. The carriers..." She tried to recall what little she knew about that new class of human starships. "I heard they have a fold drive, so they will probably be assigned to the next Megaroad fleet. But there's still no human design that can fill the role of our battleships. The Thuverl-Salan will stay in service for a while, and that means there will still be use for Zentraedi mecha – and Zentraedi pilots. Maybe there will be more human pilots in the next fleet, but there will be room for Zentran and Meltran who want to take up the challenge of space exploration."<br><br>"Well, whatever happens, I am happy where I am," Roj said as he signaled for his bill, his eyes following the pink-haired Meltran as Bethany made her way to the table again. If only he could catch her with a few less people around. <br><br>He paid his tab and nodded at Kyclia, waved briefly at Maika. "Well, if you will excuse me, but I should be going. It certainly has been an interesting afternoon, but I have to be on duty before sunrise."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 22:59:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Roj and Maika<br><hr><br>&nbsp;It was looking like Kycilia and Maika might actually be able to find common ground over something. "Yes I do agree there will be a place for us Zentradie in the fleets that guard the colony ships as they come online in the next decade or two. As I said the Guantánamo Class Stealth Carrier are proving cheaper to build than the AMRD designs. I have even heard rumor that they are working on developing a new Macross-class vessel that will be going along with the colony fleets. Still the designs are a few years off I do admit." she said as she turned to Roj who was getting up to leave. "I bid you good day Chief." she said to Roj as he stood up to leave. "I also bid you once more good luck in your overall mission of starting a family." she said to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>13-01-2017, 15:00:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/MaikaTorokMacross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LtMorgensternMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> NPCs, Maika Torok, Hitomi Morgenstern<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park / Copper Kettle<br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>"Really? I hadn't heard that. But rumors are a dime a dozen anyway." Maika waved her arm widely at the departing Zentran. "Have a good night, Chief."<br><br>The redhead sighed and made it as loud as she could, the ensure that she was heard by the Meltran on the ground floor. "The one rumor I am still waiting for is something about new Veritechs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Don't get me wrong, I do like the VF-5, but while the hardpoint loadouts make a lot of difference, it is still one machine that tries to be a whole lot of different things at the same time. I'd rather have fighters being fighters, and attack craft being attack craft. Easier to build a machine that is dedicated to one task; less compromises in design too."<br><br>Around the time she said that, Maika spotted someone strolling along the balcony behind the tables set up there for the Copper Kettle's human-sized customers. "Lieutenant Morgenstern, care for a drink? We could use your expertise here."<br><br>Decked out in dark-brown pants, matching flat shoes, and a pale-green blouse, the raven-haired woman in question didn't look much like a Lieutenant, and the paper bag printed with the logo of the next-door music store did not lend her an official air either. Nevertheless she stopped when addressed by her rank and name. "What is it you might need me for?"<br><br>"We were discussing all the various rumors we had heard about shipbuilding and so on. You must have heard something, I suppose?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>14-01-2017, 10:59:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Hitomi and Maika<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia nodded her head as she listened to what Maika had to say about the fact that fighters should be fighter and attack craft should be attack craft and not interchangeable. "Actually it was the very versatility of the design that made the VF-1 able to hold it's own against our forces. Also the AMRDs carried a number of SF-A3 Lancer II space fighters just before the start of the war. All of them were destroyed in the first wave of our forces as we probed the defenses of Earth. As a matter of fact it was the human pliot Maximillion Jenius that bested the Ace of the Meltrandie Miria Farina herself using just a standard model VF-1A. The most basic of the models available at the time. The mecha's design was uniquely made to fight us." she said lifting her glass to the Queadluun-Rau Ace in a toast as she took a pull from it as she motioned over a new girl. "Still I will give the humans this much. No matter what they fight like Zentradie." she said. It was actually a fairly high praise coming from the full size Meltrandie.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>14-01-2017, 13:46:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LtMorgensternMacross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/MaikaTorokMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> NPCs, Maika Torok, Hitomi Morgenstern<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park / Copper Kettle<br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>Maika Torok was glad when Hitomi Morgenstern stepped towards the balcony. She could need a distraction from Kyclia's endless history lessons. As if she hadn't been there herself. Sure, twenty years could cloud the memory a lot, but not so much that she had forgotten the basics. <br><br>Hitomi Morgenstern looked over the balcony, mildly curious who the 'we' was Maika had mentioned. "Good afternoon, Lieutenant," she said to the Meltran below. One of the fighter pilots, she recalled. Which squadron was it? Dragon? Not that it mattered much. Keeping a little bit of professional distance was a necessity in her line of work. After all, one day she could be the one ordering those pilots into battle. <br><br>"What is it you want to know? I must warn you in advance that there is very little I can definitely confirm or deny, even if I may have heard a few things here and there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>16-01-2017, 16:33:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Hitomi and Maika<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia nodded her head to the Lieutenant's statement about it .Which she pretty much expected from her. Neither her not Hitomi were high enough on the totem pole to get that kind of information other than in the form of rumors. "The biggest thing being mentioned at the current moment Lieutenant is that weather or not within the next ten years the largely Zentradie centric military arm of the protection fleets of the UNSPACY will be supplanted by more modern human designed ships. Like the Guantánamo Class Stealth Carriers that are coming off the construction lines on Eden and how they are proving far cheaper to produce than the AMRDs currently in service. To say nothing of the new Macross Class-battle Fortress Carriers. Or any new colony or mecha designs." she said to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 10:48:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LtMorgensternMacross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/MaikaTorokMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> NPCs, Maika Torok, Hitomi Morgenstern<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park / Copper Kettle<br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>"Ah. The fabled Macross-class revival. Personally I doubt we will see anything like that soon. It would be quite a departure from our current fleet operation doctrines. Once you build a fleet around a single big gun you need to protect that big gun. Our current model of mixing battleships with fighter carriers allows a little more tactical flexibility. I don't see why command would change its mind in this regard."<br><br>Hitomi Morgenstern paused a moment, after what had been a pretty long speech by her standards and gathered her thoughts. When Maika Torok remarked, "too many eggs in one basket?", the operations officer just nodded.<br><br>"But in general, yes," she finally said. "There will be more human-built ships. I think the Salan-class pickets will be the first to go, replaced by Northamptons. The larger Zentraedi ships will stay with us for a while. The bettlecruisers and carriers ships currently in service will remain useful for years to come, and that means they need Zentraedi crews. Any new ships coming off the production lines will be in addition to currently operating ships. That means new crews, not just for the ships, but also for carried fighters, and there is a limit to our personnel strength."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 12:10:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Hitomi and Maika<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia listened to Hitomi nodding her head understanding the logic behind it. After all for millennia it was exactly how the Zentradie had done things. Combinations of ships and such made up the bulk of their attack waves. "It would be quite a departure I will admit. However with all things if you want to remain relevant change is necessary.&nbsp; Now that being said if you were to remained the ship to be nothing more than say a large carrier along with being a command and control ship. You would have the ability to more deploy more forces in a wider degree. As for designs..." she said turning her mobile to bring up a ship. "...the Nupetiet-Vergnitzs Class Fleet Command Battleships have been in refit and redesign since early 2012. So who knows what you humans will bring out. Now imagine centering a smaller fleet of carriers and other vessals around that beauty and then centering those fleets around a centralized network and you have something that would even awe me. You keep the flexibility but you also keep a nasty ace in the hole as you humans are fond of saying. " she said to them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>20-01-2017, 19:54:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LtMorgensternMacross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/MaikaTorokMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> NPCs, Maika Torok, Hitomi Morgenstern<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park / Copper Kettle<br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>"Agreed, it is a good ship. That's why our exploration fleets are centered around them. But you don't really need them for the defense of Earth. At least not for command and control. We have more than enough static installations for that. And again, personnel strength comes into play,"&nbsp; Hitomi remarked. "A battlecruiser converted to the command carrier function in use these days can just as well control a fleet, and we can crew three of them, plus a few frigates, with the same number of people."<br><br>She looked out over the park, followed a few humans with her eyes for some moments, before she slowly shook her head. <br><br>"Change may be necessary at some point, but there is limited appetite for it, unless there is a good, and obvious, reason. A lot of people don't know what the world was like before the war from personal experience. Change, for them, means building cities, starting farms and factories, re-building civilization – on Earth. Why join the military when there is still so much to do on Earth? Unless more people decide to join the space forces, options for grand fleet reorganizations are limited."<br><br>Maika Torok remained silent, for once, and just eyed the human Lieutenant, wondering how old Hitomi Morgenstern was. Early 20s? Mid 20s? Certainly young enough to speak from personal experience when she talked about not remembering what the Earth was like before the war. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>21-01-2017, 18:25:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/KycliaAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kycilia Halcyon<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park<br><strong>With:</strong> Hitomi and Maika<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia couldn't exactly fault the Lieutenant for her thoughts on where her world should go from where it currently is. "I guess it is one of things that one has to live through to understand. However at the time twenty years ago the idea of humanity expanding into the greater cosmos as an effort to prevent another near species ending event like the end of Space War 1 was very a very attractive idea. Among them was of course my Battle Lord Bri'tai. Now perhaps things have changed a bit since then. Certainly the development of new variable fighters away from the VF-1 is a sign of this change, but who at the moment can really say?" she said to them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Command Center and Spaceport (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>23-01-2017, 11:00:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LtMorgensternMacross2032JPG.jpg)&nbsp; (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/MaikaTorokMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> NPCs, Maika Torok, Hitomi Morgenstern<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 10, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Park / Copper Kettle<br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>"There is not much I can say about fighter development." Hitomi shrugged. "I am certain there is always some development going on, but it's always kept under wraps. Where the focus will be I have no idea. Firepower, speed, armor, maneuverability, who knows."<br><br>"I hope ease of maintenance will be a priority," Maika Torok stated from the bottom of her heart. "We are spending too much time on keeping those Fives in flying order. Too many upgrades have been crammed into that airframe over the years, if you ask me."<br><br>"Could be. If a new fighter enters service before the Megaroad 5 launches, it might be something that keeps the needs of a long-term colony mission in mind. But we'll just have to wait and see." Lieutenant Morgenstern cast a glance at her wristwatch and took a step back from the railing. "But if you two will excuse me now? There's some paperwork I would like to finish today."<br>
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