I don't own Robotech, this is a fanfiction only.

I guess I should really tell you a little bit about myself and my family before I get to head of myself. My name is Rick, Rick Hunter. I am the son of the man who runs and operates a flying circus. What is a flying circus you ask? It's a group of men and women who fly airplanes in various maneuvers to entertain a crowd.

I have been flying in planes longer than I can remember, all my family has. Some would say father and mother only had me, but I always felt that Roy was as much a brother as anyone born into the Hunter Family. I, in fact, called him Roy Hunter sometimes but his real name is Roy Folker.

If there was anything that disrupted our happy go lucky life was the constant war that was happening around our world. I swear at times I pictured the leaders of the nations of our world like a bunch of gang leaders fighting over who owns the turf.

I was happy flying with my family, well I was until I heard my brother tell me something I never pictured. He actually enlisted to become a fighter pilot. Dad was angry and Mom was crying for days after she heard the news. The only thing I could feel is that I was worried for my brother. I couldn't let him depend on those substandard pilots.

So in the very next day that Roy shocked my folks with his news, I decided to make it a double shock. I told them to flat out that I would not abandon my brother and that I too would join the military as a fighter pilot.

"Now listen to me Rick, I am older and you can't leave mom and dad all alone." I looked at my brother and laughed, "Yea, your older but guess what big brother I am an adult too. I will join even if you tell me not to do it. I am not abandoning you to let you risk your life with those adrenalin junkies."

I looked at him and placed my hand on his shoulder. "The Hunter brothers always fly together, no matter the situation, weather, or danger. So come on big brother we need to report to base. You guess it, I signed my papers the same day you did."

Military pilots were, of course, all officers, which means long before we got to sit on our fighter planes we had to go through officer's training. I swear I will have a nightmare about that Drill Instructor for years, that was what I felt as we both completed our officer's training.

The fighter plane actually was not that different from what I have flown before, sure it had a few more knobs, switches, and pedals, but once I heard what everything does I was like a fish to water.

We began flying missions together and we saved each other's lives plenty of times. The other time we were together was during our leave, and that is when I met the lady I would call my sister from that day on.

Claudia is a Nubian beauty, meaning that she had a great figure, curly hair, and a smile that would make you want to smile too. I remember how many times I had to cheer up Roy when he kept getting shot down every time he tried asking her out on a date.

It took him having to do a crash landing on the field she was the radar operator to finally make her realize that as much as she enjoyed rejecting his advances, she enjoyed his company a lot more.

"So sis, you finally realized you love this knucklehead. I don't know if I should congratulate Roy or offer you my condolences." This made Claudia laugh and Roy scowl at me. I had to dodge a pillow and as I walked towards the door I decided to say something that made him stop scowling at me.

"Alright big bro, I can tell when I am the third wheel here. Just be mindful you two, careful you don't place any order with a certain stork before walking down the aisle." This made Roy and Claudia laugh as I left. In truth, I wish I had as much luck as my big brother. Why couldn't I find a nice lady for myself?

As the war continued we rose in ranks and as the fighting was getting more and more intense someone had the brilliant idea of knocking up an admiral's daughter then blame me for it. I guess these idiots never heard of a DNA test, but I was given a choice. The choice was between Early retirement, or Court Martial and Dishonorable Discharge.

"Rick we both know you didn't sleep with that teenager, and a simple DNA test on the brat she has in her would prove it." I looked at Roy and could not help but to feel better after he said that, Claudia flat out said it wouldn't matter since the entire thing was the admiral trying to save face.

So, in the end, thanks to an egotistical admiral, his slutty underage daughter, and bad luck I was forced into Early Retirement with the rank of Lieutenant Commander. As I walked out of the base and I saw my precious Corsair, and the men of my squad I wanted to cry. I went from being the leader of the Skull squadron to being a civilian faster than I ever dreamed thanks to that hussy.

The only upside was that my parents were at least happy that I came home alive. The air show really got popular and thanks to all those things I learned we managed to pull even more amazing flight routines. Some of the guys would even enact some of our nation's most harrowing victories using paintballs.

It didn't help me much since those victories were pretty much thanks to me and my big brother. Roy got the nickname of the Hawk of Andemian, and I, of course, got the nickname the Falcon of Gibraltar.

That was when something happening that would cause my life to change forever. A giant out of space fortress of unknown origin came crashing down on an island in the Japan sea. The resources needed to study, rebuild and reverse engineer the things on the ship was massive, so much so that the entire world decided to wake up and put an end to the war.

I sort of figured my big brother and I hope by then his blushing wife would come on home, but it has been five years and I didn't get a letter from either of them. It was like the earth had swallowed them whole.

As time went on I just figured they were having too much fun dating and living together to even think about little old me.

Out of nowhere I got an invitation to a place I never even knew existed, a placed called Macross Island, I guess an entire city grew around that old alien space fortress. I decided to go in one of our rapid propulsion jets, and boy did I think these so called pilots needed to learn to fly.

The routines they were flying were boring, stereotypical, I mean you see them all the time in movies, but after so many times it has no imagination, no thrill. They might as well be driving a milk delivery truck or a school bus.

I decided to show them how it was really done. I hit the propulsion button on my cockpit and decided to really show the crowd something exciting. That is when someone managed to get a communication through my headset.

"Rick Hunter, what in blazes do you think you are doing? Get down here, you are making my unit look bad doing stunts like that. Your father never taught you to fly so recklessly." I was not going to let that go, "Hey, big bro just making the crowds happy. You do remember that stunt you pulled over the Andes and you got the nerve to call me reckless."

Roy was really losing his patience if the color language he used next was any indication. "I don't want to hear you say that. You get that flying junk heap out of the air or I am going up there and making you land even if I have to shoot you down."

I didn't want this plane destroyed, dad would skin me alive and use my skin to make himself a new belt. I landed and as soon as I did I could see Roy running towards me. As I climbed down from the cockpit, he threw his microphone to the ground shattering it into a few dozen pieces.

"Some welcome big brother, you were supposed to come home after the war was over. That was our deal, remember?" I looked at him and for once, he didn't have a snappy comeback. He looked really sorry to me, but I was still very mad at him.

I walked over to a soda vending machine and got myself a can of my favorite soda. "Look, Rick, I wanted to tell you. Honestly, I wanted to invite you to join this project, but since I got caught up in testing the new research that they are doing with this alien tech. I sort of lost track of time."

I looked at him as I finished my soda and threw the can into the recycling bin. "So that would also include how my Corsair was dismantled for parts? Don't even try to deny it. You might want to keep all these new planes to yourself, but at least one person told me what happened to my plane."

Roy let out a big sigh, "I should have known better than to tell her about it. It is no surprise Claudia would tell you about it. Honestly, I think the reason you are without a girlfriend is because you seem to love that flying death trap so much."

Now I was really angry, "Should I remind you how many times I saved your life on that plane?" I began to walk towards one of the planes on display, and I had to admit it did look quite impressive.

"Look, Rick, I am sorry, but I also didn't tell you cause mom asked me to. She didn't exactly jump up in sheer joy when we both got into the military. You were always her baby boy after all."

I saw the plane and it had the ladder down, which means I could climb into the cockpit. "I know what you are thinking Rick, go ahead and climb aboard. Maybe once you see how these new Veritechs fly you will understand why I got caught up in testing them."

Just as I was finished seeing a new control display, the controls there was a massive alarm coming from the reconstructed fortress. The front end open and a large energy build-up was seen between the now two halves of the flight deck that separated during the alarm. It fired a massive beam of energy that cut a mountain down to a hill and even made the see part from the heat.

"Roy I don't think that was part of the celebration. You better get on your plane. I guess you and your squadron are about to be told to scramble." He laughed as he told me it was not his squadron only, but also used to be mine.

"I am going to need a hand with enemy our fortress detected little brother, so you get cozy in that cockpit. I might need you to watch my six after all." Sure enough thousands of strange vehicles came down from orbit, I guess the only way I could call them was battle pods, it was mostly a round ball with two legs and weapons mounted on the exterior.

"Get to your ship, I will launch and buy you and the squadron some time. Just to be clear, you owe me one for this." He jumped down to the ground and ran to clear the surrounding so I could move the plane to launch.

As soon as I was flying I began to blast the enemy one and after the other. I had to admit I was loving this controls, and the aim assistance on this plane was spectacular. I could target more than five enemy and fire missiles with one press of the trigger.

I immediately saw one of the planes be chased by one of the pods, it was having trouble shaking the damn thing from his trail. "Back left, I got it." I guess my communication line with the plane worked because as he did as I told him I took care of the enemy.

"Thanks, LT that thing was giving me a hard time." I laughed as I knew who this person was. The was one of the pilots I helped train back in the war.

"Hang on close till you get ready to ditch your training wheels, Jimmy. I will be your wingman."

We both began to blast away the enemy and sure was nice to fly with a member of my squadron again. I guess I never realized how much I missed flying with them.