Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 12:11:13</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Everything happening IC in the Fighter Base and Fighter Hangars of Moon Base Aluce should be posted in this thread. </span><br>&nbsp;(#2 and #3 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 Fighter Base has ready rooms, maintenance bays, flight simulators, launch and recovery bays, small cafeterias, offices, radar and communications rooms, spacesuit lockers, and a whole lot more. Like the rest of the base it is a big place, 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 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 12:12:23</strong>
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				<em>Reserved for images, details, and whatever other stuff I think should be added here for some color and detail of the fighter base and hangars</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 12:20:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://myanimelist.net/images/characters/4/34461.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Phade<br><strong>Date:</strong> <em>Flashback</em> 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess<br><strong>With:</strong> <em>Mentioning</em> Lt Cdr Zilkin<br><hr><br><br>Max sat staring at the roster for her new RIO while she sipped a cup of creamy brown coffee.&nbsp; It never ceased to amaze her how bad navy mess halls always seemed to screw up coffee even with the advent of higher end coffee machines.&nbsp; Thankfully the mess also had had enough sense to buy said coffee machine and leave the complaints to the machinery and not on their cooks.&nbsp; Her flight in the day prior had been fairly uneventful, minus the LSO's less than thrilled reprimand of her landing procedures.&nbsp; She still didn't know why Tyco base had let her bring her veritech to this new posting, especially now that she was looking her RIO.&nbsp; Her Veritech hadn't been modified for EW support the way the new VF-5's had been.&nbsp; She'd still need to use it to train the pilots, but there wasn't a high likelyhood she'd be flying it very often.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Wild Weasels</em> was what they were calling her new position.&nbsp; Max and her RIO would be the bait while they looked for radars.&nbsp; It had always been a fun mission in the simulators, but being able to put the VF-5's to the test in this new role would be an interesting challenge.&nbsp; The prospect of that challenge brought a soft grin to her lips.&nbsp; She'd also heard rumors that Zilkin would be the new Squadron Commander.&nbsp; It had been a little over a year since they'd last seen each other.&nbsp; Talking was different, but being stationed on opposite sides of the planet meant it was hard to keep up the pace of their <em>argument</em>.&nbsp; But for him to be here, stationed with her brought a whole new level of color to her face.&nbsp; While they had talked, things had been left unsaid.&nbsp; <em>Was it too much to hope?</em> She wondered as she sipped at her coffee.&nbsp; He'd always found a way to bring out the test pilot in her.&nbsp; Max thought her father would be proud to see her pushing the VF's as far as she did.&nbsp; A lot of that came from him, but lately a lot of it came from Zilkin.&nbsp; There were days he infuriated her with his logical mechanical look at how things worked.&nbsp; And other days she loved that he could see it as more than just a machine like she did.&nbsp; <br><br>They wouldn't be in the same squadron, which made things easier, but she was sure they'd see each other.&nbsp; Max wondered if he ever thought of her.&nbsp; The last time his other activities had thrown a wrench into any plans.&nbsp; Maybe this could be different.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 17:40:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/ZilkinAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Cmdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Shinden<br><strong>Date:</strong> Flashback 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><hr><br>Standing down from alert watch was one of the best things in military life. Freedom to move from the Alert Room, the choice to drink something else than sweetened coffee or honeyed tea to keep the caffeine pumping in one's bloodstream. Zilkin Kaverosky was the newly promoted squadron leader of 'Dragon' squadron, <em>'Ryuu'</em>, as his ancestors of mixed origin would call them. Being a descendant from a mixture of Japanese and Russian bloodlines since 1945, Zilkin was educated in the ways of both people, with generations after generation slowly eroding the strong nationalistic sense of both peoples, eventually coming into a united consensus where educating their young would first be in how they could improve life for the people of Earth.<br><br>The VF-5s in the hangar caught his attention, Zilkin knowing their role as SEAD planes during combat operations. Suppression of Enemy Air Defences, they carried an extra-long range missile with a seeker to track radar emissions, possibly eliminating a radar or radar truck. Conventionally, SAMs would be located near the radar source, which called for a quick saturation right after the radar went down, or for a warhead strong enough to knock them off balance.<br><br>Zilkin's own VF-5, one of the newest single-seater fighters created for the Spacey Forces, was a beauty, but the ruggedness of the VF-1s brought their own appeal with them. Not that Zilkin would trade his fighter for an old 'utility' jet, but he did hope that there were capable pilots handling them. After all, space was simply a grand chessboard of moving pieces, and as a squadron commander, each of his men were chesspieces, with himself bearing an extra responsibility of leading them while fighting and trying to survive.<br><br>The Officer's Mess was right before him, as Zilkin opened the door for his squadron mates to enter. He wore a cap, hiding his red hair as he followed the last person, scanning the area for newcomers which came with the VF-5s the day before. Zilkin was undergoing his active alert duty for the past forty-eight hours, and although he was fatigued with only eight hours of sleep chopped into windows of two per rest, his eyes still shone with youthful vigor, as expected from one of the youngest lieutenant commanders to ever exist in the UN Spacey Forces.<br><br>A purple haired woman, wearing thin-rimmed glasses nearby caught his attention. Immediately, a name came out as a whisper as Zilkin blinked, making sure that he did not miss out. It was a familiar face, a face he knew well, perhaps too well back then. He remembered the rivalry which existed between them, each trying to upstage the other, each pushing the limits of their machines until they were either landing with busted machines, or with new data for the engineers to consider in developing the next machines. Zilkin could have joked that it was their antics which led to the development of the VF-5, their outrageous maneuvers showing that such a design, such a chassis had so much more to offer.<br><br><strong>"Alright..."</strong> Zilkin breathed, fixing his eyes on the woman as he approached slowly. She was sipping on a cup of coffee, so he silently waited for her to put it down. No point getting her scalded or messing up her clothes, before his two hands landed gently on her shoulders, before giving them a light squeeze, as if he was beginning a massage. Zilkin leaned over as he towered over the sitting woman, a smile forming slightly as he snuck a peek at her well developed body, especially the more <em>feminine</em> assets of his former colleague. Zilkin was a male after all.<br><br><strong>"Max, or should I call, Phade..."</strong> Zilkin whispered as his hands gave her shoulders a light squeeze. <strong>"Never expected you to be here."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 18:16:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://myanimelist.net/images/characters/4/34461.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Phade<br><strong>Date:</strong> <em>Flashback</em> 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Cdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><hr><br>There was a bustle of activity off to her side.&nbsp; A cadre of officers, many looking sleepy if not downright exhausted.&nbsp; She knew that look well.&nbsp; Hours on hours of sitting alert, ready for anything to happen.&nbsp; The worst for Max had always been sitting alert on the ramp, in her Veritech.&nbsp; So close to anything, to feeling the power and strength of the machine in her soul, but so far from really being able to do anything, unless something happened.&nbsp; There were days she'd prefer a simple airborne alert.&nbsp; It was a waste of time, a waste of fuel to send up combat alert patrols if nothing was happening.&nbsp; That's what they said, but Max always knew it was more about being jealous they weren't out there.<br><br>She watched as the officers piled in and slowly grabbed their food.&nbsp; Many of them were new.&nbsp; Young officers without a shred of combat experience and very little experience in any other form.&nbsp; It had occurred to Max that was the reason that Cmdr. Nomura had asked for her to join the unit.&nbsp; Not only was Max checked out on the most advanced versions of the VF-1 and VF-5, but she had garnered a reputation for being a fairly good instructor pilot.&nbsp; The squadrons would need a good instructor to beat these new punks into shape, much the same way her instructors beat her into shape.&nbsp; <br><br>Her thoughts wandered with the memories of pilot training when the pressure on her shoulders suddenly pulled her back to reality.&nbsp; The warm whisper of his voice washed along her spine like a warm shower on a cold day.&nbsp; Normally Max would have been out of her seat in a second.&nbsp; Not one for hand to hand combat, invasion of her personal space such as this tended to get her ire up.&nbsp; But there was something about his touch that simply caused her head to roll back until she was looking up at her red haired nemesis.&nbsp; She smiled.<br><br>"You'd better call me Phade, it's your fault I got that callsign."&nbsp; She responded.&nbsp; "You didn't know I was coming?"&nbsp; She enjoyed the squeeze of his hands on her shoulder for a long moment before standing up and giving him a long hug.&nbsp; She almost had to stand on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck but she accomplished the feat with grace as always.&nbsp; She moaned softly to herself as she caught a scent of his skin.&nbsp; Even after two days of alert duty, he still smelled the same as he did the last time they'd seen each other.&nbsp; <br><br>Releasing Zilkin, she found it hard to look him in the eye as she was sure she was blushing now that everyone had seen her hug him.&nbsp; In an unexpected feat of lacking dexterity, Max found her chair and offered the other chair at the table to Zilkin.&nbsp; "How is it I had an idea you were going to be here, but you had no idea I was?"&nbsp; She asked as they sat.&nbsp; "I guess random troop movements aren't as well broadcast as promotions and assignments.&nbsp; Congrats by the way!"&nbsp; She said with a smile, her hand softly brushing against his in a very personal gesture. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 05:20:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/ZilkinAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Cmdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Shinden<br><strong>Date:</strong> Flashback 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><hr><br><em>Wonderful...</em><br><br>The hug given by Max was indeed one which Zilkin would never grow tired of. It was an old feeling, one which they shared after successfully completing missions, and one Zilkin appreciated from this lovely woman. Although it took Max some effort to initiate it due to their height difference, Zilkin supported her as well, his arms gently patting her lower back as he smiled, the smell of Max's hair coming as a fresh scent after a long period of being in the Alert Room.<br><br><strong>"Well, they do tend to miss informing us of the specifics."</strong> Zilkin replied, allowing the woman to release him as he noted the slight flush on her face. Of course, he was feeling a little fuzzy after the momentary burst of emotion, a sensation which came with a tinge of regret. Regret not only borne out of the fact that the two were in the military where relationships were frowned upon if not actively banned against, but that the two had to part ways after Max was assigned elsewhere after passing her proficiency with the VF-5 with flying colors... Indeed, Zilkin would place Max as the Number Two in his squadron should she actually be assigned to Dragon, being the perfect candidate to be the Queen in the grand scheme of battle.<br><br>Perhaps Zilkin respected Max a little too much, that he'd keep her at a visible distance although they were close. After all, Zilkin himself was involved in a seemingly... <em>intimate</em> relationship with another pilot, notably his official wingman, a lady whose skill with the VF-5 caught his attention during the trials. Max was someone Zilkin worked extremely close with, often spending time in the training rooms to discuss curriculum and lessons required to fulfill the tactical role of a fighter pilot. Seeing Max as an instructor, Zilkin silent wondered why she was here as an instructor instead of a test pilot for newer prototype aircraft. No matter, and it was something Zilkin was silently glad of, for if she were not an instructor, the previous years would be dull indeed.<br><br>With the arrival of this training squadron, it was possible that only three out of the ten pilots did not require enrichment in their piloting skills, including Zilkin, his wingman and a third member who displayed his affinity with the VF-5 by successfully completing several tasks set out by Zilkin in their training maneuvers.<br><br><strong>"Or perhaps I simply thought it a dream to have you here with us once more."</strong> The red haired commander continued as he accepted the seat, his face showing none of the fatigue but all of his excitement. Her congratulatory gesture was accepted as Zilkin smiled in response, nodding as he slightly brushed away the praise with his other hand.<br><br><strong>"Oh you know, they just couldn't stop the best fighter pilot from his rightful rank."</strong> Zilkin replied with a wink, his hand flipping to hold Max's in a gentle grip. <strong>"It's just been... too long, Phade. So, what brings you over to Aluce?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 08:57:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://myanimelist.net/images/characters/4/34461.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Phade<br><strong>Date:</strong> <em>Flashback</em> 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Cdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><hr><br>The way Zilkin held her became a rush of memories and feelings.&nbsp; Intense both good and bad, the simple feel of his hands on her sides and back left her warm as she sat, her body buzzing with energy like flying through a lighting storm and feeling the tendrils of electricity crawl across the skin of the plane.&nbsp; <br><br>Max's eyes held his face in her gaze for a long moment wondering and remembering why things had been so hard for them to reach this level of comfort the last time they were together.&nbsp; Of course she knew the reason, Zil had been spending a lot of extra time with his wingman and he had been standoffish in letting any feelings between them show.&nbsp; Always the consummate military officer on the surface.&nbsp; She'd always felt there were indications and subtle signs from Zil that he was more than a colleague and a friend, but he kept her far enough away during their training to keep her guessing.&nbsp; Now sitting across from him, she wondered if he felt the same.&nbsp; Her eyes searched his seeing there was a fire behind them that was likely because of her.<br><br>"That's right...the best pilot being brought up here to show your slack new meat how to really pilot a VF-5.&nbsp; You know they pick the best to be Wild Weasels right?"&nbsp; Max chided him as she would have in any other situation.&nbsp; Zil's suggestion that he was the best pilot was still a matter of some debate between them, which had always been a part of the <em>argument</em> between them.&nbsp; They'd come to qualify on the VF-5 and ended up creating a whole host of new questions and issues for the engineers, not to mention the instructors qualifying them on the 5's.&nbsp; "...here with us?&nbsp; Or here with you?"&nbsp; Max asked.&nbsp; Her tone held a hint of reluctance buried under a facade of strength as she pushed a lock of hair behind her hair so she could get a better look at Zil.&nbsp; <br><br>His question seemed curious to her.&nbsp; Had he not been briefed on the new units or the overall plan?&nbsp; While Max hadn't been, she knew Phantom squadron was new so she just assumed the military brass was planning something.&nbsp; Max always figured she'd have shared the plan with her new Squadron Commander.&nbsp; "I figured you'd be more in the know than I would about why we're here.&nbsp; I'm here to be one of the Wild Weasels with Phantom Squadron.&nbsp; Cdr Nomura also wanted me to work with the squadrons to keep training and proficiency up, which I'm guessing means your kids aren't up to speed yet."&nbsp; She ribbed Zilkin knowing it would only serve to up the ante once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 15:43:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/ZilkinAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Cmdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Shinden<br><strong>Date:</strong> Flashback 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><hr><br><strong><em>"...here with us?&nbsp; Or here with you?"</em></strong><br><br>Zilkin mellowed slightly at her words, his face remaining stoic although he did see the ever subtle change in Max's expression. What was the truth? Was Lieutenant Commander Zilkin Kaverosky happy to have the group of instructors, with Lieutenant Maxine Cosinara and her contingent enter Aluce to boost their ranks from a military standpoint, or was Zil happy to see 'Max', his long time rival and source of excitement away from the dull patrols and maneuvers, away from the sole thrill found in the bedroom with his wingman, whom he did not engage in private acts with such passion ever since Max left?<br><br>The cap came off as Zilkin brushed his fringe aside, as if he was mirroring Max's movements, while also adjusting the flattened top of his crown as he continued to listen to Max. Perhaps he was briefed, but ultimately forgot. The lack of sleep and fatigue did play with one's mind, and it was uncharacteristic of Zilkin to be so forgetful. Or perhaps he was simply too excited at the prospect of seeing Max once again, but his commitments to Alert duty turned his focus elsewhere...<br><br><strong><em>"I figured you'd be more in the know than I would about why we're here.&nbsp; I'm here to be one of the Wild Weasels with Phantom Squadron.&nbsp; Cdr Nomura also wanted me to work with the squadrons to keep training and proficiency up, which I'm guessing means your kids aren't up to speed yet."</em></strong><br><br>Zilkin looked at Max with a raised eyebrow, before scoffing as he took a sip from his bottle of energized water. Sure, banter like this were commonplace among them, and it often led to what spurred him on, the friendly ribbing among them. Not once did he doubt Max's ability, instead it was why he never wanted to risk getting her into trouble. It might be selfish of Zilkin, but... where did his feelings actually lie?<br><br><strong>"Yes, now I remember. I do have a squadron of several nuggets, or rather... pilots who could do better in the field of battle. Ironically, it is the speed which they need help getting used to. Vacuum combat differs greatly from atmospheric maneuvers, and they need to understand the difference between flying on the gravity of Earth, the Moon, and the full vacuum, away from the pull of these celestial bodies... I'm sorry."</strong> Zilkin caught himself before he continued to drone into the specifics, a sheepish smile creeping up his face as he looked right into Max's eyes, keeping her attention on him as he continued. <strong>"Nearly drifting off to my jargon once again, just like old times..."</strong><br><br>Zilkin twiddled his thumbs for a while, unsure on how to continue for a moment. It was this... aspect of Zilkin that he'd be a conversational man during discussions on military matters and engineering, but socially...<br><br><strong>"At least I can rest easy. Knowing that you are here in the same base, just like old times, I won't deny that I feel much better having someone I can trust wholeheartedly nearby, even though we might... disagree on some issues."</strong> Zilkin ended with a wink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 16:24:34</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://myanimelist.net/images/characters/4/34461.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Phade<br><strong>Date:</strong> <em>Flashback</em> 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Cdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><hr><br>Max could see Zil's face change at her question.&nbsp; She could see the conflict in his mind. She hadn't checked the roster, but she'd bet good money he'd brought his wingman with him.&nbsp; While they'd never been an <em>item</em> and very little people knew about what was going on, the reality that they were together had always been an obstacle for what Max felt were the possibilities of Zilkin being swayed by his heart rather than his lust.&nbsp; They'd just come together again after more than a year.&nbsp; Max had never given up on anything else in her life, she wasn't about to not follow her heart on this matter either.<br><br>"Oh my gawd!!"&nbsp; Max said with a jovial tone, leaning forward and grabbing Zil by the arm.&nbsp; The physical contact felt nice even if it was slight and innocent.&nbsp; "Would you stop it with the technocrap Zil.&nbsp; You're kids aren't up to the challenge ahead of them.&nbsp; It's ok, you can admit it.&nbsp; I'm sure your mission briefs are about twenty thousand feet over their heads too."&nbsp; Max grinned knowing her compatriot and his tendency for trying to get people to understand Veritech combat from a very mechanical point of view.<br><br>"HAHAHA..." She laughed at his suggestion that they have issues.&nbsp; Max pushed her full purple hair back along the back of her head as she laughed to give Zilkin a clear view of her face, her piercing reddish brown eyes looking out from behind her glasses.&nbsp; "Well, you're right there.&nbsp; We definitely disagree.&nbsp; You know I'm the better pilot but just can't admit it.&nbsp; But it's ok, you're just a big softy.&nbsp; I understand you're trying to keep me on my toes by constantly challenging me."&nbsp; Max laughed softly to herself for a long moment as she let her comment sink in.&nbsp; <br><br>"Honestly Shin,"&nbsp; She knew the more personalized version of his callsign would catch his attention on a different level than what she'd been throwing at him so far.&nbsp; Her tone softened again as she leaned forward, her hand back on his as her eyes sought his out.&nbsp; "I've missed you.&nbsp; Not just our banter and our constantly pushing each other.&nbsp; I've missed you and I'm glad we're working together again."&nbsp; She hoped some attempt at setting the tone with Zilkin would help him relax his normal stoic nature and let her in even a little bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 04:21:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/ZilkinAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Cmdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Shinden<br><strong>Date:</strong> Flashback 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><hr><br>The smile on Zilkin's face seemed forced, but only because of fatigue and not of any sense of emotional unease. Most of Max's words were silently conceded by Zilkin, who smiled sheepishly as he considered the truth in her words. Yes, he could get extremely technical, and often he would need someone to keep him in check. Max... was one of the few who could sense when he was about to flow into a long briefing, although Zil himself was trying to control his droning over time. At least he wasn't spewing out as much as before, it was a step in the right direction.<br><br>When Max addressed him by his callsign, Zilkin looked up at her. Into those eyes which he could not bear to hold a gaze at his current condition, but a small laugh as he felt her hand rest on his. Always the spontaneous one, Max was, and Zil truly appreciated her presence. Perhaps the gulf he felt inside himself was due to the lack of her presence, someone who could propel himself forward, a person to beat in their common line of work. Something warm grew within his chest, Zilkin turning his hand to receive Max's as his thumb stroked the top of her palm, softly massaging the veins near her knuckles.<br><br><strong>"Like wise, Phade."</strong> Zilkin replied, smiling but unable to stop a yawn. Perhaps he should really catch some rest, as the members of his squadron filed out of the room to get their 48 hours of uninterrupted rest. Uninterrupted in the sense that only when a threat was deemed too much for active and alert squadrons to handle, that Dragon would be called up from their slumber to take their VFs into combat.<br><br><strong>"I... should really get some rest. Would you like some coffee or tea, something better than canteen brew? I do have a few assortments back in my apartment. Apparently they gave squadron leaders a personal space, which means I'll have to do all the cleaning by myself..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 11:01:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://myanimelist.net/images/characters/4/34461.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Phade<br><strong>Date:</strong> <em>Flashback</em> 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Cdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><hr><br>The reciprocation of Zil's touch warmed Max.&nbsp; Her whole body was awash with warmth as she looked from the hand that was holding hers to his large blue eyes.&nbsp; He was tired, the red at the edges of his eyes told her that long before the yawn over powered his reply.&nbsp; She'd been there before, long shifts of waiting and hoping.&nbsp; Either hoping nothing happened or most of the time hoping something did happen, just to break up the boredom.&nbsp; Space duty was a little different than planet bound duty, but was all pretty much the same when it came to the levels of boredom with sparks of insanity mashed in between.&nbsp; <br><br>The offer to join him in his apartment caught her by surprise.&nbsp; Part of her was torn, wanting to go back to his apartment and see where things went, the other part knew he needed sleep.&nbsp; She could see it in his eyes.&nbsp; As much as she wanted to lay with him in his room and watch him drift off to sleep, she wasn't sure that was the best play so early into rekindling whatever it was they had.&nbsp; <br><br>"I"d love to Shin, Her tone was soft, inline with the intimate way his finger was caressing her hand.&nbsp; "You tell me you've got enough left in your tank to handle being alone with me, and I'll join you.&nbsp; But be honest."&nbsp; <br><br>If there was one thing she knew about Zilkin, he'd never let survival get in the way of excitement over some new interest.&nbsp; Unlike Max, Zilkin was a man of procedures and science.&nbsp; There was a reason they worked so well together.&nbsp; They balanced each other's strengths and weaknesses.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 17:26:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/ZilkinAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Cmdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Shinden<br><strong>Date:</strong> Flashback 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><hr><br>Zilkin kept his gaze with Max, only blinking once before he gave himself a mental nod. He needed this time, this company, ever since he and his wingman drifted towards their own personal duties. Although they maintained the suggestion that they were friends with benefits, Zilkin knew the truth since the last time the two were found in his apartment was nearly two months ago. Perhaps it was for the best from a professional standpoint, since few would suspect them being together, but for the man himself, it was a slow torture, for not a night he spent with his wingman was he forced to compare it against the time he had with Max, be it intimate or not.<br><br><strong>"Phade."</strong> Zilkin said with a light laugh, knowing what she had in mind although his earlier intentions were simply innocuous. <strong>"I would never invite you to something which I'm sure would never satisfy you. Let me ask... has Shinden ever let you down in any... any form of challenge?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 06:15:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://myanimelist.net/images/characters/4/34461.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Phade<br><strong>Date:</strong> <em>Flashback</em> 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Cdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><hr><br>Max watched Zil's expression.&nbsp; She could see the look in his eyes, the gears turning behind him eyes.&nbsp; She had just given him a challenge.&nbsp; It wasn't as if Max was expecting him to accept.&nbsp; She knew he would calculate the chances of success with his level of fatigue.&nbsp; It wasn't like Zil to simply jump, that was Max's arena.&nbsp; It was the aspect that had always seemed to serve as a balance between them and their constant rivalry.&nbsp; They almost always wanted to reach the same outcome, it was how they reached that level that they differed.&nbsp; <br><br>The nod was a sign.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what he had concluded, but the conclusion had been reached.&nbsp; Then the laugh came.&nbsp; The way it came out it almost sounded as if Zil felt that she didn't think he was up to a challenge.&nbsp; To be fair, Max hadn't considered her suggestion that he might be too tired to stay up much longer as a challenge, even if he had suggested they go back to his apartment.&nbsp; But his question only served to up the ante again.&nbsp; It was a curious game of poker they liked to play, and Max had never tired of the the game,&nbsp; no matter where things went.&nbsp; <br><br>As she considered his question, she couldn't honestly come up with an instance where, false ribbing and sarcasm aside, Zil hadn't satisfied whatever challenge they partook in.&nbsp; She couldn't help but laugh visibly as she came to an answer.<br><br>"Shin, somehow I think you would find yourself incapable of not performing to whatever standard was set with me around simply to keep from hearing me make fun of you giving up!"&nbsp; She couldn't help but poke him.&nbsp; He was trying.&nbsp; He'd always had trouble in social situations for as long as she'd known him, but for some reason with her it was much easier and she liked it.&nbsp; It didn't stop her from giving him feigned grief on occasion though.&nbsp; <br><br>Gathering up the pad she'd been reading, she stood.&nbsp; "I think a real coffee would be nice.&nbsp; You always did keep the nice stuff for yourself."&nbsp; She said with a smile, her eyes under her glasses barely able to keep themselves from the man before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 18:53:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/ZilkinAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Cmdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Shinden<br><strong>Date:</strong> Flashback 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess ----&gt; Zilkin's Quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><hr><br>The trip to Zilkin's quarters was short, the corridors leading straight to the complex next to the fighter command. Being a Lieutenant Commander, Zilkin possesses his own quarters, and it was well stocked with basic necessities, as well as some luxuries shipped from Earth with whatever pay he earned.<br><br>Brazilian coffee, Oriental tea... even some wine from France lined a cupboard in Zilkin's room. Always after the end of an alert shift, Zilkin would treat himself to a glass of wine, making use of the mandatory rest window to ingest some alcohol to help him sleep better. Not this time, for he remained active, his blood pumping from the little interaction he had with an old friend, and the machine now dispensed coffee from freshly ground beans, Zilkin preparing the pot with a small jug of cream and a sachet of sugar should Max decide to add them. He poured a little into his own cup, sweetening the coffee as he took a sip, relishing in the hot beverage and the mixture of sweetness and bitter aftertaste.<br><br><strong>"Do help yourself, Phade."</strong> Zilkin said as he gestured to the tray. <strong>"As always, do make yourself at home."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 19:47:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://myanimelist.net/images/characters/4/34461.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Phade<br><strong>Date:</strong> <em>Flashback</em> 01 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess---&gt;Zilkin's Quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> Lt Cdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br><hr><br>Max stepped into the quarters with a soft whistle on her lips.&nbsp; "Wow....this gives a whole new meaning to the terms 'rank has it's privileges'.&nbsp; She said as she walked in.&nbsp; She knew Zil hadn't bee on base for very long, maybe a week or two longer than she had been, but it seemed to her that he'd at least had a chance to bring some personal items and decorate his quarters.&nbsp; The room was spartan as military barracks tended to be, but he did his best to give it a personal touch, as far as a man who had a very logical methodical view of the world could.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched him make the coffee as she looked around.&nbsp; Reading titles on the few books he had, and labels on wine bottles, Max kept her eyes on Zil.&nbsp; She realized ever since the small nod of decision in the officers mess, that she felt there was a difference in the way she saw him, or was it the way he saw her?&nbsp; She couldn't put her finger on it, but it did make it harder for her to pull her gaze from him.<br><br>Taking a mug from his counter, Max poured coffee into the mug past halfway.&nbsp; Adding a small tablespoon of sugar and a drop or two of cream, she inhaled the deep roasted aroma as she walked over to the nearby couch. "MMmmmm...the coffee in the mess never smells this good.&nbsp; You may find me visiting a lot in the mornings knowing you have fresh coffee in your room."&nbsp; Max joked as she sat, letting herself sink comfortably into the cushion.&nbsp; "So, did you ask for this assignment, or did it come with your promotion?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>02-01-2017, 13:15:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/LtCmdrClancy02Macross2032JPG.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/EnsignChuMacross2032.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr Nomura, LtCmdr Clancy, Lt Chu<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 11, 2032, 16:00<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ready Room 04<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak, Kathryn Foss, Max Cosinara, Zephorus<br><hr><br>The shuttle from Earth had arrived late at night, delivering the newest crewmembers of Aluce base to one of the smaller hangars in the fighter base that also was home to the base's two Cats Eye recon planes. By the time the new arrivals had reported to the duty officer, had their ID cards updated, received the key cards to their quarters, it was almost morning. Finally informed that the new officers of Electronic Warfare Wing 05 should report to Ready Room 4 by 1600, they were shown the way to the military base, to find their apartments and settle in. <br><br>The apartments were easy enough to find, all pilots housed close to the fighter base in buildings that could have belonged to any Earth-based military installation, apartment buildings for a few dozen people each, three or four stories high, under an artificial sky that was now beginning to turn from a starlit night to pink-touched fluffy clouds in a slowly brightening blue sky. <br><br>Electronic clocks placed over every building's entrance proclaimed the time to be 06:35 by then, the middle of the dawn hour that ran from 6 to 7, the end of a night that started with the beginning of dusk at 21:30. A little over nine hours till the briefing that would mark the new officers' official entrance into the EW Wing of Aluce. <br><br>* * * * *<br><br>Ready Four was one of the largest ready rooms on the base. Officially assigned to Hawk squadron, Ready Four could at times still be cramped, as it was also used for All Officers Meetings of the whole wing, a total of three dozens pilots and radar officers. On those occasions junior officers had to stand, unless they were among the lucky few who could find a folding chair somewhere – and a place to put it without getting in the way. But today the room was almost empty, the rows of large comfortable chairs all unoccupied, except for a pair of middle-aged men in flight suits in a corner. One of them seemed to be dozing, earplugs connected by thin cables to one of his chest pockets. The other was reading a book, but looked up every time a newcomer entered the room, offering a friendly nod in greeting, before he returned his attention to his reading. <br><br>At the front of the room the only other three occupants of the room sat on a podium that ran most of the width of the room. To the left, next to a lectern, sat a man and a woman in chairs that were of the same style as the pilot chairs – large, comfortable looking, something that might have come from the business class of an airliner. Both were dressed in the more formal style of duty uniform, blue jackets over their grey undershirts marking them as part of the flight crews, the woman having opted for a black skirt instead of the trousers that were also allowed with the female uniforms. The two were carrying on a quiet conversation, their expressions neutral. "Have a seat," the man, a commander by his rank insignia, invited each new arrival.<br><br>Also on the podium, but at the other, right-hand side, a young officer with vaguely Asian features under his dark hair sat behind a large desk, clad in the less-formal jumpsuit of a pilot. He tried hard to pretend his full concentration was on the two monitors on his desk, but couldn't hide completely that he was a little bored. Desk duty in the ready room was not terribly exciting, most of the time, but someone had to do it, and unlike the two Ready 15 pilots who relaxed in the corner of the room he could not just relax, especially not when his wing commander was around. That he had a bunch of maintenance reports to look through and sort for his superiors didn't help either.<br><br>From time to time the young Lieutenant glanced at the three large monitors that filled most of the wall behind the podium. One was switched off at the moment, the central one showed a view of a fighter launch hangar but there was hardly anything to see there either. The next launch wouldn't start for at least another hour. Not that the third monitor provided much excitement with its graphic representation of the moon and the flight paths of the craft currently in space. Just routine operations, nothing more, like most of those days.<br><br>When the new crew members had all arrived, Lieutenant Chu began to pay a little more attention, studied those unfamiliar faces from the corner of his eyes. He had his RIO, so he wouldn't be flying with any of those people under most circumstances, but they would be part of the little family that was the Electronic Warfare Wing. They were, he concluded after a moment, a rather mixed bunch. Could the large Zentran even fit into a Veritech cockpit? And the small woman looked almost too small to reach all the controls in her cockpit. Those two sure were not what one would normally expect. But the girl was cute.<br><br>Before the Lieutenant could continue his musings, the officer facing the room rose and addressed the new arrivals in an unhurried, gentle tone.<br><br>"Welcome, everyone. I am Commander Nomura, Commanding Officer of Electronic Warfare Wing 05. This here is Commander Clancy, who happens to command Hawk squadron. She also happens to be my XO, and deals with most day to day operations of our wing. Now, before I let her deal with your assignments and duty roster, there's something you'll have to understand about this wing. <br><br>"Strictly speaking, Hawk is a recon outfit, Phantom is officially an Electronic Attack wing. We are having none of that. Phantom does recon flights, Hawk trains for electronic attack. We will have no needles specialization. If the next war comes, we will need everyone to pull their weight and know how to fight." While the Commander's voice had remained casual all through his little speech, his eyes had hardened during is last two sentences.<br><br>"Any questions, so far?" he asked as he took his seat again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>02-01-2017, 15:23:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f3/Max_Cosarina_-_Macross.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Phade<br><strong>Date:</strong> 11 March 2032 1545 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce /Officers Quarters/Ready Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Zilkin Kaverosky, T'chak, Kathryn Foss, Max Cosinara, Zephorus<br><hr><br>Movement in the bed caused Max to stir.&nbsp; Her mind slowly coming awake at the warm body next to hers.&nbsp; More than a week of beating young fresh new pilots from Panther and Dragon who'd never tasted space under their wings had made for a long week.&nbsp; Rotating through the squadrons with newer pilots on their training rotations to give them fam flights or qualify them on space combat maneuvers had meant flying more than was usually expected, but Max wasn't one to complain.&nbsp; She loved to fly.&nbsp; Whether it was air or space under her wings, She felt at home in her Veritech, it reminded her of a childhood with her father learning about Mecha.&nbsp; <br><br>The scent of Zil caught her nostril, causing her to roll over to him.&nbsp; She kissed his shoulder as she wrapped her arm around him.&nbsp; It felt so nice after all this time to finally actually be close to the man she'd been always one step away from.&nbsp; Ever since they'd met at the VF-5 qual program, Max and Zil had been connected, in every way but two; stationed together and physically.&nbsp; Now the last two pieces to the puzzle had been put in place and life seemed almost perfect.<br><br>Then she noticed the red lights of the clock on Zil's nightstand.<br><br>"OH CRAP!!!&nbsp; She cursed rolling back the other way to the edge of the bed.&nbsp; How could she have been so stupid, not setting an alarm or setting a reminder on her comm unit.&nbsp; They'd returned late from a training flight and it had simply been easier going to Zil's room.&nbsp; She'd only spent two nights so far with him, but she had been very fond of joining him in the early hours for breakfast and fresh brewed coffee.&nbsp; <br><br>Max jumped around the room, collecting the randomly discarded items of clothing.&nbsp; Slipping on her bra and panties, along with a worn grey tank top and a pair of tight fitting black shorts.&nbsp; Out of the corner of her eye she realized that Zil was still sound asleep, a state that caused her to grin softly while pulling her flight suit on.&nbsp; She didn't remember there being a notice to be in uniform or flight uniform for the designated meeting, just UOD or uniform of the day.&nbsp; Considering her past week, she could see no reason her flight suit didn't count.&nbsp; <br><br>Quickly tussling her hair in the mirror, and slipping her glasses on, Max checked herself to make sure there weren't any indications of where she'd been coming from aside from possibly bed.&nbsp; "Have a good day baby."&nbsp; She whispered with a soft kiss on the forehead to her sleeping lover, Max slipped out of the room.&nbsp; <br><br>Briskly walking down the corridor, she slipped in the back of a group of new officers who were piling into the Ready Room.&nbsp; Standing at the back of the room as they all sat down, her arms crossed over her chest and a foot on the wall to support herself, she waited for the introductions to start.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>04-01-2017, 20:12:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 11, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Ready Room. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maxine (m), Cmd Nomura, Cmd Clancy, Kathryn Foss(m), Zephorus(m) Open. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>At precisely 1600, T'chak arrived at the Ready room where he was to meet his new squadron, and squadmates. It had been a very difficult decision to accept undergoing Micronization, and even now, there was just an unending discomfort being that small. Even if he was still six, and a half feet tall. There were others with him, but T'chak paid them a cursory glance as he began to enter into the Ready Room along with the others. There was a small, even by Miclone standards, female. There was also a Zentraedi that T'chak recognize as part of the command Caste. Though a sudden arrival of a purpled hair human drew T'chak's eyes for a moment as he watched her approached, and fall in behind them upon entering. <br><br>Once inside, T'chak came to complete attention before the three. His eyes just barely moved underneath his heavy brow as he took in the three. Not paying any attention to what was on the screens. He would remain like this until he was told to have a seat. At which point T'chak "Squeezed" into the seat, the chair groaning at his bulk, and waited for the briefing to begin. He wouldn't have to wait long. <br><br>The first to speak would introduce himself as Commander Nomura, Commander of the Electronic Warfare Wing 05. His tone was gentle, and welcoming. A trait that T'chak noticed with more seasoned successful commanders. He had run across some Miclone commanders that felt they had to show that they were "Top Dog", as the Miclones put it, and throw their weight around. That did little to impress the battle harden T'chak. He preferred Commanders that have proven records of successful missions. <br><br>Nomura would introduce the woman as Commander Clancy, and Flight lead for Hawk Squadron. The woman was also introduced as Nomura's XO and principally ran the Day to day operations. She would be the one handing out duty assignments to them afterwards. Though before they got to that, Nomura would continue on and explain that while Hawk was officially a Recon Unit, and Phantom was tasked with the attacking aspect. Each was going to train in the field of the other. <br><br>As Nomura called for questions, T'chak was silent as he had no questions fore coming. If he had, they would simply be was where was his craft, and whom was to be his RIO Officer.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 12:25:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/LtCmdrClancy02Macross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr Nomura, LtCmdr Clancy<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 11, 2032, 16:00<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ready Room 04<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak, Kathryn Foss, Max Cosinara, Zephorus<br><hr>"No questions? Good." Commander Nomura leaned back in his chair and half closed his eyes. "Oh, and Lieutenant Cosinara? Why don't you join everyone here at the front?" he asked gently. Turning towards his XO he asked the Lieutenant Commander: "I did invite everyone to take a seat, didn't I?"<br><br>"Yes, I believe you did," Liz Clancy answered, her eyes fixed on Maxine's face, not trying in the least to hide a smirk.<br><br>"Ahh well, remind me to speak a little louder during the next meeting, will you?" Nomura said, as unhurried as if he were carrying on a completely private conversation at his leisure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>09-01-2017, 11:40:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/LtCmdrClancy02Macross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr Nomura, LtCmdr Clancy, Lt Chu<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 11, 2032, 16:00<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ready Room 04<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak, Kathryn Foss, Max Cosinara, Zephorus<br><hr>Commander Clancy waited till Max had found a seat with her future squadron comrades, before she started. "Right then, before we come to your assignments and such, why don't you all introduce yourself to your future colleagues?"<br><br>She gave everyone a moment to briefly introduce themselves. "You'll get to know the rest of the squadron over the next few days. Now, lets come to the moment you have all been waiting for. Lieutenant Cosinara, you'll fly with Lietenant Zephorus as your RIO in Hawk Three. Lieutenant T'chak, you pilot Hawk Four, with Lieutenant Foss as your RIO."<br><br>Leaning forward in her chair a little, Clancy looked to Katherine Foss. "As Lieutenant T'chak is just transitioning to variable fighters I don't expect you to fly more than a few tanker hops together in the next few weeks. Until Mister T'chak is fully checked out on the VF you will fly backseat with me, most of the time.<br><br>"And don't worry, Lieutenant," she turned her head towards the scarred Zentraedi. "We will get you up to speed soon. Lieutenant Cosinara is a qualified instructor. I am sure she will be happy to help you to the best of her abilities, just as I am certain the rest of the squadron also will."<br><br>The Lieutenant Commander rose and took position behind the lectern, bringing the monitor behind her to life. "As you are all relatively new to the moon, I'll briefly introduce you to our standard patrol patterns and schedules." On the monitor a three-dimensional graphic of the moon and its surrounding area of space appeared, several sectors of space marked in different colors.<br><br>The squadron commander briefly went over a few things, highlighting the differences to both ship-based and Earth-based standard procedures operating on the Moon brought with it, before going into the flight schedules for the Hawk squadron's latest crews.<br><br>Hawk 03 had a patrol scheduled for noon on the next day, Hawk 04 the evening shift on that day, with Commander Clancy taking the pilot seat, while T'chak was scheduled for a day of training and simulator exercises. Afterwards both crews would get the weekend off, resuming their regular duties again on Monday, the 15th, with simulator training and desk duties.<br><br>"And that is about it," Elizabeth Clancy concluded. "For those of you who don't already have a copy at hand, Lieutenant Chu over there," she gestured towards the young Lieutenant at the desk in the other corner of the room, "has copies of the VF-1 operating manual and the electronic warfare manual. I know you all heard this before, but study those manuals. Thousands of hours of work by engineers, test pilots, and regular crews like you, have been spent on those manuals. They will tell you everything you need to know – and more. Familiarize yourself with the emergency procedures till you can repeat them in your sleep. One day, knowing those procedures without thinking can save your lives. <br><br>"If there are no questions, you are dismissed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>10-01-2017, 07:20:17</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/ZephorusAvatar.jpg)<strong>Name:</strong> Zephorus<br><strong>Call Sign:</strong> N/A-&gt; Hawk 3 (??)<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 11th 2032 016:00 hours<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base ready room 04<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Command staff Nomura and Clancy, T'chak, Kathryn Foss, Max Cosinara <br><hr><br>Zephorus had received the assignment to go to moon base Aluce and had as instructed made his way there. The trip itself was nothing particularly spectacular. The Zentran's only hope was that he wouldn't be assigned to work with overly pompus microns. He did truly embrace much of their culture but he still found their arrogance over winning the war to carry on a bit too long. Still though this assignment was to one of their currently more important bases since this would be considered the last off earth defense line in their next war if one happened. His dream of standing alongside warriors in battle again still raged on in his heart but his mind would often tell him that it was nothing more than that a simple dream. <br><br>Upon arriving at the ready room at 1600 he noticed quite happily that he was not the only Zentran in this squadron. He realized that the man in question was of the warrior caste but such things didn't really matter anymore. He also noticed the tiny girl with them and couldn't resist the consideration that perhaps a child had somehow managed to decieve everyone and get into the military. He of course also didn't fail to notice the late arrival of the purple haired woman and couldn't help but shake his head. He then took heed as the one referred to as Commander Nomura spoke.<br><br>Nomura spoke briefly introducing himself and his second, and also enforced the fact that there was a certain difference between two squadrons. Zephorus honestly didn't care but payed attention none the less since this was all related to his job here at the base. Soon it was the seconds turn to speak and she proceeded all the things that the Zentran had expected. The part he was most concerned with however was who he was assigned to. It appeared that he would be working with the purple haired young woman who had been a touch late. It wasn't long after this that they were dismissed and Zephorus made his way out.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-01-2017, 17:21:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 11, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Ready Room. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maxine (m), Cmd Nomura, Cmd Clancy, Kathryn Foss(m), Zephorus(m) Open. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Before the meeting could continue, Commander Nomura requested the purple haired pilot, one Lt. Cosinara to come to the front, and join the others of her squadron before calling up Commander Clancy to the speak, and give out assignments. However, before that, she asked everyone to introduce themselves. Lt. T'chak then stood up, and came to attention. "Lieutenant T'chak Chrasha. Formally of the 35th mechanized squadron under Lord Bri'Tai." He stated professionally, his voice deep and rumbling. Once he finished he sat down again. <br><br>Lt. Commander Clancy would assign T'chak to pilot Hawk Four with Lt. Foss as his Radar Intercept Officer. T'chak glanced over at the diminutive Miclone female that would be riding piggy back with him for now on. Or at least when he is finally cleared to fly the VF-1 "Valkyrie". However, he had a lot of training to do before that. Clancy stating that Foss would ride with her during their Patrol times as T'chak was going to be spending a lot of time in Training simulators, and on Training hops. However, he was determined to get qualified as quickly as he could so he could do his duty. When Clancy turned to T'chak, and explained that Lt. Cosinara would be helping him train, he glanced at the purple haired woman before turning back to the commander. "Understood Ma'am." He stated simply. <br><br>Afterwards, Clancy went over their patrol schedules, siting that T'chak's normal patrol would have been tomorrow evening but instead Foss will ride with Clancy. The announcement of having the Weekend off may have sounded wonderful to everyone else, but to T'chak that meant more time in the simulators. Possibly some actual cockpit time if he could find an instructor to fly with him. <br><br>Clancy would finish up by reminding everyone to look over their Manuals, particularly the emergency procedures. That in the event they didn't have the manuals, to see Lt. Chu for them. indicating the man in the corner. T'chak nodded just barely, telling himself he'll have to look into getting some manuals himself as he wasn't given anything as his assignment was rather hastily done, and he came directly from the Micronization chamber to the debriefing. Hell, even the uniform he was wearing was "borrowed" until he can get his own set from the quartermaster. Though his size may prove to be an issue. <br><br>Afterwards, Clancy dismissed the group. Leaving T'chak with a quandary of what to do. Yes, he'll have to get his manuals, but what was he to do afterwards? He glanced at Foss, and wondered if he was expected to "Bond" with his RIO. This will be the first time he had to share a Mecha with another person. He only ever piloted Glaugs, and Regulds before. How was one to bond with a Crew member? For the Zentraedi, bonds were forged in the crucible of battle. There you saw the true character of those fighting along side you. Whether you can trust them with your back or not. Then there was moving what little personal effects he possessed into his new Quarters. His Armor, and other effects that were too large for his new room were to be stored until such time as he returned to his full size for a more permanent basis. Course, there was the simulators he could pretty much camp out in.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing up, T'chak approached Lt. Chu. "I'm in need of the prerequisite manuals." He stated.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThisOneGal</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 10:25:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig06.deviantart.net/2289/f/2015/028/4/e/ryuko_by_kr0npr1nz-d8fqyq6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kathryn Foss<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 11, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ready Room 04<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak, Open<br><hr><br>Kathryn stood up and waited by the door, lazily rolling a pen over her fingers as she waited for T'chak to finish collecting paperwork. When he turned and headed for the door, she stood up straight and put the pen away before grinning up at him. "So, T'chak, huh? I'm Kathryn. I hear you're the one that's gonna be flying me around." She raised a fist flat at him, briefly waiting for him to return the bump before quickly giving up and turning for the door. "C'mon. I only just got here and they haven't given me a schedule for today beyond this meeting, so that means we can go do whatever. And that means finding a good place to get hammered." She turned again and walked backwards, dragging the imposing Zentran along through sheer force of personality. "Odd choice, pairing you up with me. Our Valk's gonna be pretty nose-heavy with you in the front and me in the back. You sure they finished micronizing you?" Kathryn continued grinning as she turned around again, finally facing the direction she was walking, as she playfully nudged her new companion into commenting on her height.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 12:35:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/LtCmdrClancy02Macross2032JPG.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/EnsignChuMacross2032.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr Nomura, LtCmdr Clancy, Lt Chu<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 11, 2032, 16:00<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ready Room 04<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak, Kathryn Foss, Max Cosinara, Zephorus<br><hr>"Yes, Sir," Lieutenant Chu replied with a friendly nod. He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a thick binder. "This is the Vee Eff One STOPS. Standard Training and Operating Procedures. Then we have the Electronic Warfare manual." Another fat book was added on top of the STOPS, before a much smaller, thinner booklet rounded out his offer for T'chak. "And the STOPS pocket checklist. Fits into the leg or chest pocket of your spacesuit and recaps the guidance for in-flight emergencies and related procedures in a handy format. Now, if you would sign here, please?" He held out a clipboard and pen with a list of names, T'chak's being the last on the list.<br><br>While T'chak signed his name, Commander Nomura came up from behind them and stood by the duty desks side. "Lieutenant T'chak, as Lieutenant Cosinara will be flying tomorrow, I thought I might as well start familiarizing you with your new craft myself. Why don't you meet me tomorrow morning in training room two? Shall we say nine o'clock?" That said, he strolled off again, but paused after a few steps and looked back over his shoulder. "Wear your spacesuit."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC (primarily for Max, as she would know this)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Training Room Two contains a VF (fighter mode) cockpit, raised off the floor so you enter and exit it via a boarding ladder. It's in perfect working condition – as much as it can be without being attached to an actual plane. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 15:36:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 11, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Ready Room. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Lt. Chu, Kathryn Foss, Open. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Lieutenant Chu was more than forthcoming with the required reading materials. Two thick binders were passed over. Though while it appeared quite heavy in the smaller Lieutenant hands, T'chak large mitts hardly registered the weight it seemed. He would neatly tuck the the two binders underneath his left arm before he took the smaller booklet. T'chak nodded as Chu explained what the binders were, and what the booklet was. "Understood. Thank you Lieutenant." T'chak stated before slipping the pocket booklet into his chest pocket. When the lieutenant requested that he sign his name, T'chak took the pen which looked tiny, and fragile in his large hand, and printed his name. Though the symbols that he wrote were not any alphabet that appeared on earth. They were Zentraedi runes. <br><br>Once T'chak set his pen down, he turned to see Nomura standing beside him. Up close, T'chak studied his features, as he seemed familiar. The lingering scent of tobacco hung on him only added to the sense of deja'vu. T'chak not realize that Nomura was the person he met in the park the previous afternoon. The Commander would explain that since Lt. Cosinara was scheduled to fly the next day. He was going to start familiarizing him with the VF-1. Nomura would instruct him to meet him in Training room Two at 0900hrs. "Yes Commander. I'll be there." T'chak stated with professionalism. When Nomura left and told him to wear his space suit, T'chak simply replied with an "Understood." <br><br>With that taken care of, T'chak turned to leave the room, and saw Lt. Foss leaning by the door twirling a pen. Was she waiting on him? T'chak would approach the diminutive lieutenant. Apparently she was waiting on him as no sooner as he started his approach she stood up, and put the pen away. He stopped just a couple of feet shy of Foss, remembering that Human females had this thing called "Personal Space", and took great offense to anyone entering it uninvited. As many Zentran found out the hard way during the early months of Reconstruction. The young Female would introduce herself as Kathryn, and made the comment that she heard he was going to be her pilot. Though the gesture she did with her fist got a confused reaction from T'chak, He seen it before between Miclones. Often pounding their fists to each other. He rose his hand to make a fist to reciprocate the greeting but Kathryn dropped her fist. Seemingly tired of waiting. "Yes, I'm Lt. T'chak Chrasha. Commander Clancy stated that you, and I are assigned together." The Zentran replied. <br><br>Kathryn would indicate that T'chak should follow her as she explained that she just arrived, and had nothing scheduled so that meant that they could do whatever they wanted. And for her, that meant getting wasted. For T'chak, he had planned on using the reminder of the day to look over the manuals he had just been given. However, he understood that for him, and Foss to be effective at their duties, they would have to "Bond" as a team. So he didn't resist as she began to "drag" him out of the ready room. Almost looking like a child pulling her father along.&nbsp; <br><br>Once outside, Kathryn would observe that it was a bit of an odd choice for the two of them to be paired up. Most likely that the Valkyrie was going to be nose heavy cause of his size in the front. Even asking if they finished micronizing him. "I do not pretend to understand the decision of our superiors. I just trust that they have taken the proper amount of time to truly consider our assignment. Perhaps they feel our abilities are complimentary." He explained in that even quiet tone that he had become known for. He would then turn his gaze down to Kathryn, his royal purple eyes seeking hers. "I assure you, my micronization has been successful." he added before taking a moment to regard her stature. "It would appear that you, and I both skirt the Height requirements for our assignments." He observed. While Kathryn just barely made the Minimum, T'chak was just below the Maximum. "I need to make a stop at my Quarters before anything else as I need to place these manuals upon my desk." He explained as he walked beside his new partner.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 17:35:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f3/Max_Cosarina_-_Macross.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Phade<br><strong>Date:</strong> 11 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce /Officers Quarters/Ready Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Zilkin Kaverosky, T'chak, Kathryn Foss, Max Cosinara, Zephorus<br><hr><br>Max listened to Commander Nomura's assignments and the fact that she and Lt Zephorous would be taking the next patrol the following day didn't surprise her.&nbsp; Commander Nomura had said as much when Max met with him the week before when she arrived.&nbsp; She knew her flying schedule was going to be busy getting the crews up to speed and making sure that the patrol schedule was covered until everyone was up to speed.&nbsp; Being the only qualified VF-5 pilot of the new arrivals and being the only one checked out on the new Weasel Model VF-1's, Max knew she would be thrown immediately into the rotation.&nbsp; <br><br>Having already had a chance to look over Lt Zephorous' record, she was pretty certain she was going to need to go easy on him to begin with.&nbsp; Max wasn't one to make judgments on people before seeing what they could do, which was the reason she'd suggested to Commander Nomura the new pair hit space as soon as they could to iron out any deficiencies before the real missions began.&nbsp; The other new crew, T'Chak and Foss looked like some sort of cosmic joke.&nbsp; Max wasn't sure why the leadership had decided to pair the two completely dissimilar crew together, but she knew there had to be a reason.&nbsp; Max only hoped it became apparent before any real combat started.&nbsp; <br><br>When Commander Nomura dismissed the crew Max moved towards the door, slipping out of the room before anyone else did.&nbsp; She took up a perch in the corridor outside the Ready Room, in a position where she could watch her new unit interact.&nbsp; She heard Commander Nomura offer to get T'Chak in the simulator in the morning.&nbsp; The arrangement suited Max as she wanted her leadership to assess the new pilot before she had a chance to get her claws into him.&nbsp; <br><br>As Zephorous exited the Ready Room she looked up at him with a smile.&nbsp; He seemed the brooding type, a personality trait she'd come to expect from Zentran mirconized or not, but she hoped he'd open up to her.&nbsp; "Hey!&nbsp; I'm Max.&nbsp; I go by Phade.&nbsp; Looks like we'll be flying together.&nbsp; You want to head down to Roast In Space and talk over a coffee?"&nbsp; Uncertain how her new RIO was going to respond to her, seeing as how their personalities were likely to clash about as much as T'Chak and Foss, Max did her best to put her best foot forward and break the ice as much as possible before they had to fly together.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>20-01-2017, 17:27:57</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/ZephorusAvatar.jpg)<strong>Name:</strong> Zephorus<br><strong>Call Sign:</strong> N/A-&gt; Hawk 3 (??)<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 11th 2032 016:00 hours<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base hallway outside of ready room 04<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max Cosinara <br><hr><br>As Zephorus was leaving the ready room he was stopped by his new partner saying hello and asking if he wanted to go chat over coffee. He was admittedly surprised but did not allow his surly face to show it. "Hmm..." he let out a low rumbling noise in thought for a moment before his features shifted slightly, and showing the faintest hint of a smile. "Very well Max lead the way" he remarked his deep baritone voice rumbling out in a somewhat soft manner. He was trying to be friendly and he figured that taking her up on her offer would be a good way to start. <br><br>As the two walked together toward the location of this coffee shop he decided to speak again "Ah yes feel free to simply address me as Zephorus when not on duty otherwise I would prefer to always be addressed by rank." This was of course something common among the Zentran but never the less he figured he should let her know just in case. She was a bit shorter than him seeing as even micronized he stood at six feet and three inches in height, but he wasn't looking down on her in any malicious way.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>21-01-2017, 17:18:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f3/Max_Cosarina_-_Macross.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Phade<br><strong>Date:</strong> 11 March 2032 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Moon Base Aluce /Officers Quarters/Ready Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Zilkin Kaverosky, T'chak, Kathryn Foss, Max Cosinara, Zephorus<br><hr><br>Max found the need look up at her new RIO rather disconcerting.&nbsp; She'd never had a wingman or partner who was more than a couple of inches taller than her.&nbsp; Even Zil wasn't much taller, regardless of his skinny frame.&nbsp; Zephorus on the other hand was more than a head taller than her.&nbsp; She wondered how he'd fit in the fighter with all of the gear in the RIO seat, but they must have figured it prior to this.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't seem overly interested in the offer for coffee, which concerned Max.&nbsp; She'd also never had a wingman or partner who came across as anti-social.&nbsp; The acceptance of her offer came off more as a necessary evil than an acceptance of trying to get to know her.&nbsp; Max sighed to herself as they turned toward the park.&nbsp; At least she had Zilkin to keep her grounded now.&nbsp; She'd need his strength and logical mind to offset the friction Max was expecting.&nbsp; <br><br>(continued here Roast In Space (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261107.msg12921829#msg12921829))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>02-02-2017, 22:39:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 0850hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Foss (m), Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak was striding quickly through the corridor's of ALUCE base as he made his way down to Training Room 2, eager to get his training underway so he can start doing his duty. Tucked underneath his left arm was his flight helmet as his brand new Pilot EVA suit squeaked as it hugged his bulky frame. There were slight bags underneath T'chak's eyes from lack of sleep the previous night as he stayed up well into the night after parting ways with Kathryn to being his study of the manuals he was given by Lt. Chu. In his Left breast pocket, the small check list sat for quick reference should he need it. <br><br>As he continued down the corridor, he was aware, but not focused upon everything that was happening around him. Other Pilots talking about their patrols for that day while those that flew all night were eager to get something eat while returning to their bunks for some well deserve shut eye. Techs, and other personnel trotting around trying to get their workcards done as they knew others were piling up with each passing moment. Many of them giving the large Zentran making his way down the corridor a wide berth. The stoic expression, and scarred countenance lending itself well to ensure his path was clear. <br><br>The door to the Training Room II's Lobby opened with a hiss as T'chak stepped inside, and looked to see if Commander Nomura had arrived yet. He was about ten minute early so it was possible that the Commander had not arrived yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>03-02-2017, 12:51:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fighter Base, Training Room II<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>It was about five minutes before the full hour that Commander Nomura arrived at the training room, dressed in the blue-breasted jumpsuit of an officer who didn't expect any formal or administrative duties. Despite having ordered T'chak to wear his spacesuit – which could be expected to include a helmet – the Commander carried a helmet bag with him.<br><br>"Good morning." He looked the Zentraedi officer over and nodded his approval. "Come along and we'll see what we can do to make you a Veritech pilot." The wing commander made a beeline for the door and waved over his shoulder for the pilot to follow him.<br><br>A moment later they entered a room that was just large enough for the nose assembly of a VF-5 fighter, mounted on struts that raised it the same height above the floor as it would be in a fighter craft resting on its wheels. A standard boarding ladder on both sides allowed access to the cockpit. Cables ran from the belly of the cockpit assembly to a few computers along one wall of the room, where various cockpit functions and displays could be activated.<br><br>"Up you go, and take a good look inside for now," Nomura invited T'chack, gesturing to the port side ladder, while he climbed the one opposite. "Now, before we start on the actual controls, first things first. One, if you have any questions, if I am not explaining things well enough or thoroughly enough, you tell me. By the time you are qualified on a veritech, a cockpit like this will be your home. My job is to make it your home.&nbsp; If I fail that job I need to know.<br><br>"Second, before you actually get in the seat, lets go over the ejection seat and how to arm it for a flight, safe it afterwards."<br><br>The Commander leaned into the cockpit and showed T'chak the pins in place to prevent an accidental activation of the ejection seat, removed them, held them on his palm. "Four pins. Count them, store them in your spacesuit, re-insert them when you leave the cockpit." He put the pins back in and briefly went over the various knobs and levers used to adjust the seat's position.<br><br>"Now, take the seat and make yourself comfortable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-02-2017, 16:46:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 0850-0900hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak would not have to wait long before the door from the corridor hissed open once more and Commander Nomura stepped into the lobby for Training room two. "Good morning Commander." T'chak replied out of reflex before turning and falling in step with the human as he instructed the Zentran to follow him and into the adjacent room. Inside, the cockpit assembly of a VF-5. Next to the door was a console assembly where the instructor would sit and run the Cockpit's systems for training purposes. <br><br>When Nomura instructed him to, T'chak climbed up the left side of the plane upon the boarding ladder to look inside the VF-5's cockpit. T'chak trying to compare the differences between the cockpit, and control layout from what the manuals illustrations depicting the layout for the VF-1 that he'll be flying. When Nomura popped his head up on the other side, T'chak gave his commander his undivided attention as Nomura instructed him to let him know if his explanations, and instruction method were difficult to follow. "Yes commander." T'chak would respond with that same quiet bass. <br><br>Nomura would begin by showing T'chak how to arm the Variable Fighter's ejection seat by removing four pins and holding them out for T'chak to examine them. Instructing him to keep them in his pocket to be replaced once the plane has landed, and he was ready to dismount. "Understood." T'chak replied as Nomura replaced the pins back into the seat. For the Zentraedi, none of their Mecha came equipped with an ejection system. For Mecha like the Reguld, there was simply no room for it. <br><br>Nomura would then show him the levers, and knobs that would adjust the seat to make the pilot as comfortable as possible. Considering the number of hours that the pilot, and his RIO were expected to seated in these cockpit. Pilot comfort was a consideration as Discomfort would quickly fatigue a pilot and/or his her RIO, distracting them from their jobs. Once he was finished, Nomura instructed T'chak to climb into the cockpit, and make himself comfortable. T'chak would immediately follow his order as he pulled the four pins that would Activate a real ejection seat and slipped them into his chest pocket over his heart before climbing into the cockpit. Gripping the lever that would allow the seat to slide back, T'chak had to move it to the maximum extension of its range for him to be comfortable. His legs slightly bent as his feet rested upon the rudder peddles. Instinctively he reached for seats restraints and buckled himself in. Effectively "wearing the aircraft" as some pilots put. Once he was situated, T'chak leaned back in the chair and let his arms rest upon the padded arm rests. His hands curled into fists just behind the "Stick", and HOTAs. There he awaited Nomura's next instruction.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>03-02-2017, 18:48:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fighter Base, Training Room II<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>The faintest trace of a smile graced Commander Nomura's face as T'chak strapped himself in. The man was as new to veritechs as a baby, but he was not new to piloting. "Alright. What you see before you is a VF-5 cockpit, but the differences to the One are small. And there are no differences to the stick and throttle. Those are what concerns us today." <br><br>While the VF-5 had quite different performance characteristics to the VF-1, most of the actual handling of the plane, the firing of thrusters and maneuvering jets was handled by the craft's computer that translated pilot input into physical action. Pilot input could be handled by the same controls in both planes, therefore both used the same controls. It made both manufacturing and training easier. <br><br>"Now, there's a whole lot of buttons on both stick and throttle, but once you get a hang of those, you know all the essential controls. Everything else is something you will need to get to grips with eventually, but most of the time you will be able to fly your plane with what you have there on the controls under your fingertips. Now, left hand on the throttle, right hand on the stick. Just wiggle them around, pull back, push forward, move them around a bit. You can adjust the... hardness of the controls with these knobs, here and here." He pointed at the small knobs at the base of both throttle and stick.<br><br>"Give it a try and experiment with the settings till you find something that feels right, something that doesn't require too much force, but just enough resistance that you can feel what you are doing without looking."<br><br><hr>Image of cockpit controls (http://www.macross2.net/m3/macrossdyrl/vf-1a-fastpack/vf-1-dyrl-cockpitcontrols.gif)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-02-2017, 20:25:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 0850-0900hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak's eyes scanned the myriad of controls, and screens that would provide him all the controls, and information he'll need to properly pilot the aircraft. Nomura would explain the cockpit was of the VF-5, but the differences between the two would be negligible while the Flight Stick, and Throttle were carried over from the VF-1 "Valkyrie". Nomura would continue to explain that all the essential controls for operating the the Plane would be on both the Flight Stick, and Throttle. When Nomura instructed him, T'chak wrapped his right hand around the Flight Stick while the left came to rest upon the Throttle. <br><br>T'chak would then maneuver the flight stick around in a small circular pattern while his hand moved the throttle back, and forth. They felt different than the familiar controls of his Glaug, and the Reguld prior, but close enough in familiarity that it would not hamper his training. The pads of his fingers brushing along the surfaces of the buttons, and other controls. Getting familiar with their placements. <br><br>When Normua mentioned about adjusting the tension upon the flight stick, T'chak looked at the base of the flight stick where a couple of knobs were tucked just enough to be out of the way, but still accessible. Following Nomura's instructions, T'chak would tweak the knobs to adjust the resistance upon the controls to something similar to the controls on his Glaug that he found most familiar. Once he was fairly certain he achieved proper adjustment for operation, T'chak turned to Nomura. A nonverbal cue for the man to continue.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 12:35:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 0900<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fighter Base, Training Room II<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>"Alright. Now, lets go over a few of the things you can do with those buttons on your flight control. Some of the controls you will only need for atmospheric flight, some of them you will need for control of the arms in Batroid and Gerwalk modes. Those we will deal with in another session. For now lets focus on what you will need during space flight in fighter mode, and for weapon control, plus one or two others."<br><br>Nomura proceeded to point out the controls he had in mind. Weapons trigger, weapon selection, display control, communications, countermeasures, secondary weapons control to switch between salvo and single fire of missiles or short and long bursts of a gun pod, afterburners.<br><br>"Okay, now...." He drew a deep breath after he felt T'chak had absorbed all that. "For the next part, feel free to look at what you are doing and take it slowly. We are here to familiarize you with these controls, not frustrate you. Put your hands in your lap, and when I call out for a certain control, reach for it and place your finger on it as if you wanted to activate it. Once you got that right, draw you hand back and reach out again when I call for the next control."<br><br>It was an exercise Commander Nomura intended to repeat for at least half an hour, calling for controls to be reached for randomly, slowly increasing his pace, until he would be satisfied that T'chack knew where what control was and that he could find them when he needed them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 17:02:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 0850-0900hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Nomura's instruction would continue as he pointed out the buttons on the flight stick for T'chak. Mentioning how some were for Atmosphere control, some for actuating the gerwalk, and battroid's limbs but that was to be dealt with at another time. Right now the training was focus more on the basics of space flight, weapons control as well as a few other essential Functions. T'chak would remain silent, absorbing all that he was being told. Training for the Zentraedi wasn't exactly "In depth". Often Zentraedi released from the cloning chambers were subjected to "Training" Videoes that were hundreds of thousands of years old, and created to give them the basics needed. Everything else was learned in the field. Add to this that Zentraedi mecha were extremely user friendly. As evidenced by the daring escape of Commander Misa Hayaes, Lieutenant Hikaru ichijo, Max Jenius, and Kamizaki from one of the ships of Laplamiz's fleet using a Zentraedi Reguld. <br><br>What Nomura was about to do next was an exercise that T'chak made any subordinate under his short command do as well. Become intimately familiar with the controls of their mecha. So as Nomura instructed him too, T'chak moved his hands to his lap, and waited his first command. Nomura would call out the first control, and T'chak's hand quickly moved with precision of a life long soldier. There was no hesitance in his selection. Demonstration his hours of study of the Manuals he was prevented the previous day. Even if he spent hours with Foss in this "Pub Crawl" She was intent on doing. <br><br>for the next half-hour, T'chak would reach for the various controls as Nomura called them out. There was some mistakes, but that was to be expected cause of the differences between the VF-1 Cockpit layout, and the VF-5s. As minimal as the changes were. As well as the extremely short amount of time that T'chak had to familiarize himself with the VF-1 over the Glaug he has been operating for over two decades. T'chak's familiarity was increasing even as Nomura quickened the pace at which he called out controls. T'chak showing himself to be diligent student, and focused on learning the ins and outs of his newly assigned mecha. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>04-02-2017, 20:04:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 0930<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fighter Base, Training Room II<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>"Good," the Commander finally stated after he was satisfied that T'chak had gotten a hang of the controls he wanted to teach him about. "Lets take a five minute break." He reached into the helmet bag he had placed on the top of his boarding ladder and produced two small cans of water. He offered one to the Zentradi, before he popped open the stay-tab of his own can.<br><br>After a sip, Nomura stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders. "You settling in alright? Not in the cockpit, mind you." he asked. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-02-2017, 17:38:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 0850-0900hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Once Nomura relayed his final test command, T'chak hands quickly returned to his lap where he waited for the Commander's next instruction. Though it would appear Nomura would decide a break was in order before producing two water bottles from his Helmet bag. When he offered one to T'chak, the Zentran reached out and took the chilled can of water. "Thank you commander." T'chak stated as he removed the top and proceeded to drink a third of the can in what looked like a single gulp. The water was rather refreshing if not tinged with the slight taste of Aluminum. <br><br>T'chak held the can in his lap as he turned his attention to Nomura as the man asked him if he was settling in alright. "I am settling as one as one can expect." T'chak stated. "Though being micronized does not please me in the slightest. My creators had the wisdom to create my form for a reason. I do not believe I will ever prefer the Miclone form to my own nature size." He stated, sharing some of the Zentraedi disdain for being any size other than what the Protoculture intended. It was not any thing against the humans, nor their size. It was just T'chak felt that his natural size was the size he was meant to be. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 13:07:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 0930<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fighter Base, Training Room II<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>Commander Nomura listened to what T'chak had to say, giving no indication how much attention he was paying, taking sips from his can of water while his eyes roamed about the equipment lining the wall of the training room. "Reasons they certainly must have had," he finally said. "Wisdom?" His shoulders rose half an inch, before falling down in a small shrug. "Who will ever know? After all this time... Humans certainly made a lot of decisions out of necessity over the course of our history that we tried to pass of as wise in hindsight."<br><br>He looked over his shoulder at the micronized Zentran. "But, for what it's worth, I am glad you are with us now. And look on the bright side. Now it will be easier to wind up your music box."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 16:44:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 0850-0900hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak had heard many a human criticize the Protoculture for creating the Zentraedi to fight their battles for them. A race, whom endless aggression, would eradicate the Protoculture from the universe with its wars against such enemies as the Protodevlin, and the Supervision Army. Yet History would prove to be quite fascinating for if not for the fact that the Protoculture creating the Zentraedi and setting them loose. Then T'chak, and Nomura would not exist. T'chak cause he, nor his people would have been created. Nomura and the human race would not either as the protoculture would not have realized the error of their ways and sought to seed the galaxy with their likeness in order to preserve some semblance of Culture in the universe. The Human Race, nor the other races of the Galaxy that the Protoculture touched would exist.<br><br>T'chak took another sip from his water as Nomura conceded that the Protoculture had a reason to create the Zentraedi, but the shrug of his shoulders told the Zentran that Nomura may not completely agree with the word "Wisdom". Nomura would go on to say that the Human race had to make decisions over the course of their history that they tried to pass off as "Wise". The Zentran just glanced over at Nomura as he said that before the Human looked over his shoulder and at Large Zentran. He would express gladness at the fact that T'chak, and possibly the zentraedi as a whole, were now with the Human race. Though the quip about T'chak having an easier time winding his music box caused the Zentraedi to nod a bit. That was one benefit from being Micronized. He was able to hear, and play his music box easier. <br><br>T'chak would slip the now empty drink can into his breast pocket to be discarded later. "I believe it is time to resume training." T'chak stated simply as he turned his attention back to the console before him. The Zentraedi drive to train, and fight spurring the large Zentran to get up to speed on the Earth Mecha as quickly as possible. To do what he was created for. In his mind, a Weapon that could not function was worthless and should be discarded. So he had to make sure he wasn't worthless. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 11:33:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 0930<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fighter Base, Training Room II<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>"Very well." Nomura took another sip of water, before placing his half-empty can on a lower rung of the boarding ladder. He reached into the helmet bag again, this time to draw forth an actual helmet. It was the largest helmet he could find, and its glare shield was painted black. <br><br>"During combat you will have to keep your eyes on the monitor in front and your heads-up display on the front window. So lets run the same exercise again, but this time lets make things a bit more challenging. Put this on, lower the shield, and we'll take it from the top again."<br><br>He handed T'chak the helmet and waited just long enough for the Zentradi to comply with his orders, before he fired of his first commands.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 12:32:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/BridgeBunniesAvatarMacross2032.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt. Porter, Ens. McMillan, Lt. Morgenstern<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 15, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Space Traffic Control&nbsp; <br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr><br>The Space Traffic Control Center, or STCC, sometimes pronounced spat-see, was the heart of fighter operations for the Aluce base. Here, at the center of flight operations, situated between the launch bay and recovery bay, all fighter deployments were coordinated and controlled. Large windows allowed a good look at the airless lunar surface and the craft leaving and approaching the base, but half the windows were barely visible behind displays projected into the air that showed radar images, computer projections of the space surrounding the moon, and camera shots of the hangar bays. On a raised platform the commander of the base's fighter wings, the CAG, had a seat, together with the squadron commanders who found the time in their busy schedules to attend the launch procedures. Below that platform three sides of the large room where taken up by the duty stations of radar and communications operators, technicians, and all the other people necessary to ensure smooth operations of the base's fighter deployments. <br><br>It was on this lower level of the STCC that pilots found themselves when assigned a shift in flight operations, where they were supposed to learn what happened behind the scenes, how their own flight operations were directed, what problems could come up, and how those problems were solved. In addition to that, those pilots were also at hand to lend advice. For that each one had a complete manual for the various craft the base used at hand and was expected to answer any of the numerous questions they had been trained to deal with in countless sessions of training.<br><br>The Control Center was also the place where the officers of Base Operations frequently worked, to gain their own lessons in how flight operations were directed. In a major crisis they would work in the Operations Center , the 'bridge' of Aluce base, coordinating base operations with the ships assigned to the defense of the moon. But to do that they had to have a firm understanding of how the base's own operations worked. <br><br>"Snake Eyes Oh-Three and Oh-Four are airborne," Trixie Porter reported. "That's the last of this launch." She stretched in her seat, her arms spread wide. <br><br>Behind her Hitomi Morgenstern rose from the seat in the center of the lower level, below the CAG's elevated position. "The Ready Fives spotted in the launch bays?" she asked, which an enlisted man at one of the monitoring stations confirmed. "Alright then. Trixie, hold the fort for me for five minutes?"<br><br>"Sure," the younger officer replied with a wide smile. <br><br>Hitomi Morgenstern made her way to the back of the room, heading towards the corridor that led to the rest rooms. She could afford a small break, after an hour of shuffling planes around the launch deck, receiving reports of weapons status and flight readiness, watching the fighters head out to take their assigned positions. The previous patrol shift was now on its way back home, but it would be another twenty minutes before the first ones arrived and got ready to land. She was still thinking about that while she passed the group of pilots gathered at the rear of the room and it took her a moment to recognize a familiar face among them that she had only seen from quite a different angle before. She paused a second and gave the Meltrandi a brief nod. "Lieutenant."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 19:19:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 0930hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak took the offered helmet and set his own aside as Nomura explained that this next exercise was a variation on the one they just did. Stating that in combat there will be times that T'chak could not take his eyes off what is going on around him to see what controls he needed to press. The Zentran understood this, and nodded in acknowledgement to the CMD's instructions before slipping on the helmet. <br><br>Lowering the glare shield, T'chak's world was thrown into familiar darkness. It was like the darkness of the Cloning chambers right before he was to be released. It was the Darkness of the Void only that the Stars were not there to break up the scene. It was the Darkness of an enclosed Glaug, or Reguld's cockpit that has yet to power up. It was familiar, and set T'chak's mind at ease. <br><br>As before, Nomura called out controls, and T'chak reached for them. His hands flying from his lap to where he remembered the control to be. He would make his mistakes, but unlike human pilots T'chak did not let his frustrations get the better of him from any mistakes he has made. He would take a breath and try again. He understood that training, and instruction was suppose to be difficult, and challenging. Otherwise it was not worth the time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>13-02-2017, 13:23:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 0930<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fighter Base, Training Room II<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>Commander Nomura watched the Zentradi go through the motions he ordered for a while, at one point slowing him down a little. "Don't go too fast," he told T'chak. "If you go too fast you'll make more mistakes. The more mistakes you make, the longer it will take to get those wrong moves out of your memory again. Slow and steady. We are not in a hurry here."<br><br>After a while he sat down on the boarding ladder and reached for his half-finished can of water, still giving commands to T'chak. The pilot would follow orders to the best of his abilities, without Nomura watching over him like a hawk, of that the commander was pretty certain by now.<br><br>After finishing his drink and another few minutes of training, the commander called a halt. "Alright. Enough for the moment. We'll repeat this exercise a little later, to see how well it stuck. Take your helmet off and I'll walk you through another aspect of the controls. Weapons selection."<br><br>Hitoshi Nomura climbed down the ladder and fired up one of the computers connected to the cockpit, bringing the cockpit displays to life. He selected the standard 'electronic patrol' configuration for the simulated equipment and weapon loadout, before he joined T'chak at the cockpit again. "Now, you won't carry many weapons during typical patrol, just a gun pod and a single missile pack, but you'll still have decisions to make, and make them fast during combat." He leaned into the cockpit and talked a bit about how the weapon selection worked, how missiles, once selected, would be switched between different modes of single or salvo fire. <br><br>"You can also prioritize your weapons stations so you don't have to cycle through all hardpoints to get what you want, set up personal priority profiles, so to speak. The controls for that are there." He pointed to the controls on the right of the central display, below the communications controls. "It gets a bit technical there. So instead of dwelling on that we'll just focus on your standard weapons, go through the motions a bit, then look at the missile load for wild weasel missions."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 11:55:20</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 15, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Space Traffic Control<br><strong>With:</strong> Hitomi<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia who had been deep in thought as she watched the exercises going and the goings of the fighters. She was now in her miclone form. It still felt off to her. For the giantess herself it was taking getting used to, but she was nothing if not equal to the task in front of her. She had run her own patrol not so long ago and was waiting for her next rotation. It was about then that she heard a greeting from side her. She turned her head to the side to see who it was addressing her. "Ah yes 1st Lieutenant Morgenstern. What brings you down here?" the raven haired Zentradie said to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 15:07:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 0930hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak continued as the Commander tasked him for the next Several minutes, including chiding him for trying to rush. To which T'chak did as he was told obediently. After a while, Nomura instructed T'chak to stop, and remove his helmet. The Zentran did so and set the darkened helmet aside as Nomura brought up the next aspect of his familiarization, Weapons Training. That statement actually put a large concern to rest for T'chak. That he would be expected to basically fly a Target into a combat zone. He was experienced to know that Recon Ships were usually the first ones to be targeted. They're the usual first target for T'chak and his squad when he was with the Zentraedi forces. For the Zentraedi, when they fielded Reguld Tactical Scouts, they're always with a couple of Regulds for protection. <br><br>When Nomura activated the console before T'chak, the Zentran quickly scanned over the cockpit's interior. Making mental notes where it differs from the VF-1 "Valkyrie". He would wait until Nomura returned, once more giving him his undivided attention. Nodding when Normura explained that the Electronic Patrol craft won't normally be packed to the gills with weapons. It's primary function was Recon so it was understandable. Even still, the fact that It will be armed with a Gunpod, and a Missile pack. So that would give T'chak some way to protect his plane, and RIO should retreating not become an option. <br><br>T'chak would turn his attention back to his screens as T'chak explained that he'll have to be able to switch between weapons quickly, and without conscious thought. It was no different when he was operating the Glaug, or Reguld. Switching from the Primary Weapons, to the Anti-Personnel Weapons, and even the large Electron Cannon mounted on top of the Glaug. "Understood commander." T'chak replied as he processed the instructions. His mind already formulating the Gunpod as his go to weapon. In his experience Guns were far more reliable than missiles or rockets. Missile's guidance can be defeated, and Rockets can wobble off course. However a Bullet, or Beam, would often fly true. Add to this that the Missile pod would only hold a very small amount of missiles compared to the bullets of the GU-11 55mm Gatling Gun Pod (http://macross2.net/m3/macrossdyrl/vf-1a-fastpack/gu11-gunpod.gif). <br><br>Once he was certain he understood how to set up his priority armament, he turned his attention back to Nomura, letting him know that he was ready to proceed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 14:24:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/BridgeBunniesAvatarMacross2032.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt. Porter, Ens. McMillan, Lt. Morgenstern<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 15, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Space Traffic Control&nbsp; <br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr><br>"Oh, you don't have to spell out the First Lieutenant. Lieutenant is perfectly sufficient in most cases." It was said lightly, not really a correction or reminder of protocol, but far more a simple, conversational remark. "I'm here to oversee the launch procedures and flight operations for this shift. My normal duty station is in the Command Center, but familiarity with fighter operations is seen as necessary for those of us you might call bridge officers on a spaceship. But if you will excuse me? There's someplace I need to be. If you you have any questions about how things work here, Lieutenant Porter or Ensign McMillan will be happy to answer your questions." She gestured towards the Lieutenant with the green-tinted brown hair, and the blonde ensign.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>17-02-2017, 13:29:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 0930<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fighter Base, Training Room II<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>When T'chak turned his attention from the controls to his instructor, Commander Nomura offered him a faint smile. So far he was pleased with how fast the Zentradi seemed to absorb his lessons. Of course the real test would be how well he translated theory into practice, but at least he was of to a good start. <br><br>"Good. So far. Now, lets look at the weapon load for the electronic attack missions you might eventually have to fly. Wild Weasel as it's commonly called is not exactly a priority for you until you have a good handle of the VF, but now that we are at it, lets at least give it a look." He pressed a few buttons on a remote control he had grabbed from the computer station earlier and the display in the mock cockpit flickered. Nomura mashed the buttons a little more, and the display he had wanted came up, showing two pairs of long-range missiles on each wing.<br><br>"Wild Weasel is all about trust in your RIO." The Commander said, speaking more to the empty room than the pilot he was training. "He – or she – will point you at your target, and he – or she – will keep you safe behind a screen of electronic countermeasures, while also making certain that the counter-counter measures you carry ensure a missile hit, even through enemy jamming. Part of that also goes for the recon missions, by the way. Your RIO will spot threats before you might. The person in the back seat is your eyes and ears. I know it takes some getting used to," he finished, as conversational and unhurried as was his habit. "I started in a single-seater and it took me a while to make the transition, but your partner, Lieutenant Foss, is qualified for the job she's been assigned to."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-02-2017, 16:59:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 0930hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak was very focused in trying to absorb as much as possible in order to be be combat ready. As a Zentraedi, His life completely centered around War, and the military. So his place was in the cockpit of his mecha, or in his Armor on the field. Yet, if he doesn't know how to operate his equipment then he is a determent to his fellow soldiers. An unforgivable sin his in his eyes. So his task was to get caught up as quickly as he could so his comrades do not have to pick up his slack. <br><br>Nomura would start the next leg of his training, and give him a run down over the weapons load out for another segment of the Electronic Warfare Wing, <em>Wild Weasel</em>. Nomura would explain that Wild Weasels were not going to be a priority for him for a while until he was sure that T'chak had a good handle on his aircraft. T'chak was familiar with Wild Weasels as he had to cooperate with some during the Reconstruction period. A particular operation just south of Granite City had come to mind. Malcontents that have been holed up in a downed Zentraedi Scout ship were making it very difficult for T'chak, and his squad to storm the Ship cause the heavy missile batteries on board were still operational. So the UNSpacy sent a couple Wild Weasels into suppress the Missile emplacements. The UNSpacy Pilots would depart before T'chak, and his squad stormed the ship, and "sanitized" the Malcontents. <br><br>T'chak nodded as Nomura explained that a Wild Weasel Team has to have a lot of trust in The RIO. He would go on to explain that the RIO was responsible for locating both the Target, and making the craft far more difficult to lock on by employing countermeasures. The fact that T'chak's RIO would most likely pick up an enemy contact before his own radar will was a bit unsettling, but that also went back to the monumental trust that the Pilot had to place into his RIO. Though at the same time, T'chak understood that the RIO had to really trust the pilot and his skills to keep them safe and away from unnecessary danger. <br><br>T'chak would once again nod as Nomura stated that Lt. Foss was qualified to sit behind him. "Understood. She did seem quite competent." T'chak stated before he turned his attention back to the controls. "Then it is my duty to ensure that I'm qualified to be her pilot." He stated with a deathly serious tone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 02:36:26</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 15, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Space Traffic Control<br><strong>With:</strong> Lieutenant Porter<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia listened to what Hitomi had to say. "I will remember that in the future lieutenant." she said to her as she turned back to the two that had been told if she had an questions to talk to. "Alright." she said before walking up to them. "I was told to ask you Lieutenant Porter if I needed to know something. So I was told to report here for training on how to fly a VF-5?" she asked her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 18:30:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 0930<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fighter Base, Training Room II<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>"Mmhmm". Commander Nomura seemed to agree with T'chak, but perhaps only thought better of it than get into a talk about duty with a Zentradi warrior. Instead he set up the computer so the patrol configuration's weapons were displayed again, before he programmed the control to cycle only between the gun pod and the missile pack, ignoring the other stations that would be loaded with equipment in a real flight.<br><br>Again, for a while, he had T'chak follow his commands, had him reach out for the controls he named, this time including the weapon selector also. But as soon as he was convinced that the Zentradi had a solid handle of the basic controls he began to give orders that were unnecessary, asked for the missiles to be selected when he had already ordered that three or four commands earlier, ordered a certain power setting on the throttle that was already engaged. If that proved too much for the very first session in the cockpit, Nomura was prepared to give it a rest and return to the very basics, but he considered it worth a try.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 20:37:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 0930 - 1155hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>It was probably for the best that Nomura did not get into a discussion about "Duty" with a Zentraedi. Each one, male and Female, were bred from the moment they were released from the cloning chamber that Duty was one of the most important tenants of their race. Once the Simulator's instruments blinked on once more with the prerequisite weapons load out. Displaying something very similiar to what T'chak would be seeing for now on behind the controls of VF-1 <em>Valkyrie</em>. Yet there would always be a fondness, could one actually say that?, for the Zentraedi Regulds, and Glaugs that he used to pilot. <br><br>Like before, T'chak listened as Nomura would call out the controls and his hands would fly to the corresponding control. There was no hesitation, even when he makes a mistake. T'chak worked to perfect his muscle memory, and instinct. It would be these tools that would make the difference in a fight, and always have. The instinct to know what control to use. The muscle memory to find it without thinking. His fingers moving the weapons selector switch to the corresponding weapon when it was called out, and then returning it to "SAFE", and ready for the next action. <br><br>Nomura would then become decidedly more tricky as he would rehash control commands. This caused T'chak to trip up some in the beginning, but he would respond by quickly deselecting, and re-selecting the setting. Once more conditioning his muscle memory <br><br>It would approach noon as T'chak removed the opaque shielded Flight helmet, a light sheen of sweat upon his brow as he, and Nomura had been training almost non-stop for the past several hours. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>01-03-2017, 11:02:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/BridgeBunniesAvatarMacross2032.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt. Porter, Ens. McMillan, Lt. Morgenstern<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 15, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Space Traffic Control&nbsp; <br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>Trixie briefly looked up at the unfamiliar voice and the rather odd question, before her eyes danced over her control panel. Everything seemed to be in order, everyone was still on their assigned flight path, and if that changed in even a small way, Ayesha McMillan would alert her to it. <br><br>"Ah, I think there must have been a misunderstanding," Trixie replied, fully focusing on the dark-haired pilot. She was pretty sure the Lieutenant was a Meltran, so perhaps that explained her unfamiliarity with what went on here. <br><br>"Here in Spat-See you are supposed to learn about how things are done in fighter control, how we handle things on the command end. Part of it is to learn trust in the people that would otherwise just be faceless voices on the radio." That was pretty much what she, herself had been told the first time she had been scheduled for a shift in the Traffic Control Center. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>01-03-2017, 11:29:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/CmdrNomuraMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cmdr. Hitoshi Nomura<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, going on noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fighter Base, Training Room II<br><strong>With:</strong> T'chak<br><hr>"Well done." It was not much of a surprised, given that it was easy enough to see how dedicated T'chak was to his duty. Nomura took the helmet from T'chak and nodded his approval. "Let's take a break for a bit. Lunch might be in order and I have to check what paperwork has piled up on my desk this morning."<br><br>The Commander stowed the helmet in his bag and suggested: "Lets meet again at Oh One Thirty. Main hangar, section five. One of the Ready-15 fighters should be spotted there and we can talk a bit about pre-flight procedures, take a closer look at the VFs. I think for one day we have done enough cockpit work." He looked at T'chak and added, "for now you are dismissed." He had a feeling the Zentran would appreciate a formal dismissal that sent him off to his lunch break, unlike most human pilots who might have jumped at the opportunity to get out of the cockpit. <br><br>That said, the Commander just waited to see what T'chak would do and if he would remember to make certain his ejection seat was safed when he left the cockpit. While Nomura was ready to remind the pilot if he forgot, he was not terribly worried. T'chak seemed methodical enough, and it was an easy enough to make mistake after several hours of a first training session.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>01-03-2017, 13:55:46</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 15, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Space Traffic Control<br><strong>With:</strong> Lieutenant Porter<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia looked at the young Lieutenant as she tried to explain what things were and the fact this wasn't where she was suppose to learn to fly but learn command? Perhaps the girl had not exactly heard her question. "I can see what this place does Lieutenant Porter. Though why am I here? I know how to command troops in battle and have done so on many occasions. I was transferred here because it was either accept micronization and learn to pilot human mecha or be transferred to a standard Zentradie unit where I would be forced to fight using...Glugs." she said. There was a certain distaste for the word coming out as she spoke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>01-03-2017, 15:39:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 0930 - 1155hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II ----------&gt; Mess hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cmd Nomura, Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak handed the helmet back to the commander as the man praised T'chak for his efforts. "Thank you commander." T'chak replied simply as he waited for the next set of instructions. When Nomura suggested breaking for lunch, and check to see how much his paperwork built up, T'chak would agree. "Yes, I'm quite hungry." he would admit. When Nomura stated to meet in Main Hanger Section five to look over Ready 15 Aircraft and talk about pre-flight procedures. "Understood Commander." T'chak relied before he was formally dismissed. <br><br>T'chak began to unbuckle himself from the restraints in the faux cockpit and hoist himself up. Swinging his leg out, and over the boarding ladder, T'chak was about to simply climb down, but the light metallic clink of the pins in his chest pocket stopped him, and reminded him to "Safe" the ejection seat. Pulling out the pins from his pocket, he slipped each one into the respective holes in the ejection seat before fully disembarking from the cockpit trainer. <br><br>Once he was finished, T'chak gathered up his helmet and proceeded to make his way towards the exit. However before he left he turned and Saluted Nomura to complete the formal dismissing. With that, T'chak stepped out of the Training room to make his way down to the mess hall. <br><br><div align="center">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br>(Mess Hall)<br><br>The Base's mess hall was crowded as expected for this time of day. Soldiers, Technicians, Civilian contractors, and various other professions were crammed into this large room, shuffling along to be fed. T'chak stuck his helmet back in his locker, and proceeded to the Mess hall. Since he wouldn't have too much time before he was expected back in the Hanger, he kept his flight suit on. garnering him some stares, and snickering from the more seasoned personnel present. T'chak slipped to the back of the line towering over many if not most of the others in line ahead of him, and gathering behind him. <br><br>As he slowly shuffled along to wait his turn to gather his tray, and lunch, T'chak took in the rest of the mess hall. Though his eyes would quickly find the Full Size Zentraedi contingent, and grimaced as he had to be endure being micronized.&nbsp; <br><br>The line moved smoothly as he grabbed his tray and picked a simple baked potato with brocoli, cheese and Bacon bits. A drink of mixed fruit juice would be selected to drink before he picked up his tray and began to move to a table to begin to eat. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 12:18:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/BridgeBunniesAvatarMacross2032.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt. Porter, Ens. McMillan, Lt. Morgenstern<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 15, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Space Traffic Control&nbsp; <br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>Trixie squared her shoulders, fought down a sigh. Why was it that there were still Zentran and Maltran left who couldn't well leave their old ways behind? Twenty years, she thought. Twenty years since the war ended and those people could still not get over it? Why did some of them have to be so uptight?<br><br>Or maybe that was the better of the alternatives. Maybe that was better than a guy who turned so emotional under the shock of human culture that he couldn't control himself and lost his way. Lost the emotional bonds he had just forged. Forged long enough to father a child...<br><br>"And when you commanded your troops, who told you where to command them? Who told you what your objective was?"<br><br>A fire flared in Trixie's eyes. This was why she hated being half Zentradi. The anger. The desire to fight. It was always there. But she could deny it for a little while.<br><br>"That's what this is all about. Building trust in the people you only hear at the other end of the radio."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 15:19:42</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 15, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Space Traffic Control<br><strong>With:</strong> Lieutenant Porter<br><hr><br><br>&nbsp;Kycilia looked over at the young Lieutenant when she seemed to take offense to what she had said. "To answer your question Lieutenant. I do trust those I hear on the other end of my radio. Simply because if I do not my life would be forfeit and my death would have no meaning. The same goes for those of my squad whom I cannot see. They trust me to give them their commands via the only thing that links us which is audio juncture. As for listening to the orders given to me. Those would come from my Battle Lord. He or she would relay them to me through bridge crew then to me. It is then up to me to best determine how to accomplish my Battle Lord's orders. For you see my Battle Lord is the brain that direct me, his sword where to strike. I am a combat pilot. I command battle from tactical perspective. Not a strategic one." she said to her. "So again I ask why am I here and not being trained to pilot a VF-5?" she asked her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 18:57:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/BridgeBunniesAvatarMacross2032.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lt. Porter, Ens. McMillan, Lt. Morgenstern<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 15, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Space Traffic Control&nbsp; <br><strong>With:</strong> Kyclia, Open<br><hr>Trixie considered those statements for a moment. Again she was ready to sigh and shake her head, but held back her frustration. That wouldn't be very professional, and she was a professional, despite her age. She had grown up surrounded by pilots and officers of all kind. Sure, those people could be fun and relaxed and all, but that environment had still left her with a sense of discipline and its importance. At least when on duty. <br><br>"You will have to take up that question with your squadron commander. But the occasional shift here is part of the regular duties of a VF pilot, even the experienced pilots. It's not only about experiencing how we do things here in command, you pilots are also here to offer advice and expertise, should an emergency develop."<br><br>She checked her control panel briefly, a routine glance at the instruments that was so much part of her routine by now that Trixie did it automatically every few minutes. <br><br>"But if you think your time is wasted here, you could always talk with your fellow pilots, ask them questions about the VFs you might have, or study the operating manuals. We always keep some at hand." She made a small gesture with her hand towards the table towards the rear where the thick binders were stacked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 18:45:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 1330hrs<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base, Main Hanger - Section Five<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pilot EVA suit.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The Door to the Main hanger hissed open as T'chak strode in to the cavernous hold that comprised one of the largest Features on the base, its main hanger. Though In reality, it was rather comparable to the hangers on the <em>Quiltra Queleual</em> Class Landing Ship Tank (http://macross2.net/m3/sdfmacross/quiltra-queleual.htm). Taking a moment, T'chak looked around for Section Five where he was suppose to meet Commander Nomura to look over the Ready 15 aircraft. Along the large Durasteel plate walls, T'chak would see large numbers emblazoned upon the all. Most likely that would denote the sections if he was correct to assume. <br><br>So when he spot the area of the Main with a huge "5" emblazoned in faded white paint, T'chak began to make his way over there. Crossing Busy hangers was nothing new to the micronized Zentran. Literally his entire life revolved around Busy hangers where Pilots were scurrying back and forth underfoot of large mecha in order to sortie for another mission, and battle. So as T'chak made his way across, he deftly avoided moving trolleys carrying ammunition to load into Mecha, Runners trying to relay messages, Mecha tromping about the floor. His pace hardly affected at all by any detours he would come across. <br><br>After a minute or two, he would approach Section Five where Several VF-1s were sitting. Their slightly longer Cockpit Assembly showing them to them to be the recon model that T'chak will now be piloting with both the Pilot's seat and RIO's seat. T'chak would approach one solitary Aircraft tucked away in to the corner. Looking over its lines, the familiar VF-1 <em>Valkyrie</em> has earned this Zentran's respect in battle as he faced off against many during Space War I twenty years ago. This was really the first time that T'chak had a chance to get close enough to see a Valkyrie this close before. <br><br>Tentatively he reached out and brushed his finger tips against the cool armored exterior of the craft. He had heard Micronians talk about a connection to a machine on more than just a User/Tool level. That a Pilot could bond with a machine on a spiritual level, and in doing so make themselves more than the sum of their parts. However, T'chak saw the plane as the same as himself, a Tool. Both of them are Tools, tools built for a singular purpose. War. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 18:47:22</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 15, 2032<br><strong>Location:</strong> Space Traffic Control<br><strong>With:</strong> Lieutenant Porter<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Kycilia could only shake her head at the young Lieutenant was telling her. "Actually Lieutenant I have been assigned to a squadron. I have been to see the wing commander twice since I have been here and remarkably both times he has been absent." she said to her. Though the idea about spending time up on the control deck caused the Meltrandie to cock an eyebrow at her. "What tips on deployment should I offer that a senior commanding officer should have already relayed? I do not mean to disrespect your position, quite the opposite really, but it is not my place as a pilot to tell you how to do your job as a bridge officer. It is your job to make sure the orders of our superior officers are relayed to us. Which despite my words I hold you in great respect. You provide the vital link between the strategic mind of our commandeering officer to those of us who execute those orders." she said to her. Once again while she was stating her opinions the Meltrandie was remaining respectful to the other Lieutenant as possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Macross 2032 - Fighter Base (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>25-05-2017, 23:18:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'chak Chrasha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=260006.msg12844510#msg12844510)<br><strong>Callsign:</strong> Hawk 04<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 12, 2032 - 2015hr.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aluce Base-Fighter Mess Hall. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to interaction.&nbsp; <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Duty Uniform.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>T'chak had take residence at one of the tables in the Mess Hall close to the balcony overlooking the Full Size Zentraedi Contingent of the base. The Veteran being more comfortable around people like him rather than the humans that were far more social with each other. On the deserted table with him was the manuals he was suppose to memorize in order to transition from the Glaug he had piloted before to the VF-1 Recon plane he was expected to fly now. Beside him a cup of coffee sat patiently, steam slowly rising up from the mug. beside it, a half eaten sandwich, and an apple sat on a tray. Above, the skylight was showing a star filled "night" sky. The Earth shining brilliantly in the distance along with the sight of the Factory Satellite, Little Luna, making its way across the sky.<br><br>T'chak had just been released from training from Commander Nomura about an hour ago. After grabbing a shower, and stowing his gear. T'chak decided to spend the remaining hours before retiring to his bed for his rest cycle studying the manuals he had been given the previous day. At the moment one of the manuals lay open as his sharp eyes scanned across the lines. Reading the information and logging away the pertinent information. Occasionally taking a break to sip his coffee, or take a bite from his dinner. While he did not focus on the activity around him, the consummate soldier he was, he was aware of the activity going on around him at all times. The three techs in the corner complaining about how poorly pilots treat the planes they had to fix. Their was a gaggle of female CIC techs gossiping about some latest transfer, and how "Dreamy" His posterior was. Two of the Marine Security forces were having an Arm wrestling competition near the drink machine. <br><br>Down below in the Zentraedi section of the Mess hall, it was almost completely opposite. The Zentran, and Meltran mostly ate their meals in silence. No sooner than they finished then they stood up to either return to duty, or do some self training. Though many of hte younger Zentran, and Meltran that weren't as set into the Zentraedi way were more relaxed, and vocal as T'Chak picked up their conversations too. Yet it was all background noise as he focused on his own task at hand. 
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