"How to Get Rid of a Minmei"
Author: Haruo Chikamori
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Rating: M
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Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Commander Fokker intensely dislikes Minmei and her insipid little songs and Minmei meets a very fitting end.
Author's Note: Since my friend inflicted Robotech on me many years ago (during the 80s – yeah, I'm THAT OLD!), I've had this intense dislike for Lynn-Minmei and her insipid songs. I get the feeling that outside the civilian populace, she was barely tolerated by those who served in the RDF. I go AU after this and Roy Fokker doesn't die in my fics. Never did like Roy's death despite the "character building" that it did for Rick.
DISCLAIMER: Robotech is the sole creation of Harmony Gold Productions in conjunction with Tatsunoko Production Company Ltd. All characters are the property of Robotech and its creators.
Prometheus Wing Command
UEF SDF-1
April 2010
And the thrill that I feel, is really unreal…
I can't believe I've come this faaaarrrrrrr…
This is my time to be a staaaarrrrrrrr…
"What the hell!" growled Commander Roy Fokker as he shoved his papers across his desk as he aimed a malevolent look at the radio. He then decided to throw a baseball at the radio on the shelf that was blaring away Minmei's trite tune. That particular tune seemed to have taken a life of its own and was making its way around the SDF-1 much like the H2N7 virus had inflicted a severe case of the flu and sent several of his aviators to sickbay after severe dehydration. "I can't get away from that crock of shit!" He muttered acerbically to himself as he tried to look over the ever mounting files on a new set of recruits coming in from the latest round of basic training. The unfortunate radio died a sudden death when the baseball impacted with pinpoint accuracy right on the speaker. The radio threw some sparks and ceased playing, when there was a knock on the door, the ball bounced off the remains of said radio and onto the floor where it rolled about two feet and stopped. "COME IN!" barked CDR Fokker. The door opened to admit a rather dishevelled looking black-haired, blue-eyed young man in RDF flight suit who took one look at the radio, shot a look at Roy and then back at the radio, then down to the baseball on the floor.
"So, what happened to the radio, sir?" 2nd Lieutenant Rick Hunter said as he stepped into Roy's office warily looking at the baseball lying casually on the floor. Bending over, he picked up the baseball, and returned it to Roy who extended his hand to receive it.
"Didn't like the song." Commander Fokker retorted at Rick Hunter's query which prompted an eyebrow raise from Rick. "If it isn't that talent contest winner the Macross radio station is playing, it's either Celine Dion or that two bit YouTube hack from Ontario Quadrant that bamboozled his way into a career off of singing cover R&B songs." Roy aimed a disgusted look at the radio, "Don't they ever play decent stuff on the radio anymore?"
"Hey, I don't think Minmei's that bad. And neither's Celine Dion." Rick replied, rather insulted that Roy would think of Minmei's singing as trash. "Of course, I don't know anything about that Bieber kid."
"Kiddo, you're only five year older than he is. And even so, I think you'd probably know he doesn't have a shred of talent." Roy waved his hand dismissively. "Anyways, back to business. I've got a ton of files here of the new trainees who've completed basic RDF training and are being sent to flight school which I'm supposed to keep track of. I've also got a set of files here on those who have completed flight school and are set to be rotated to a squadron. Based on the losses we've been inflicted with from constant alien attacks, we're going to rotate these into Skull and Vermilion. I want you to go through the files and see which aviators you want out of this selection and I'll take the rest. Got it, Little Brother?"
"You got it, Big Brother." Rick grinned back at his old friend and former Flying Circus partner. "I'll take a look through them and give you back the files of the ones I'm not selecting for Vermilion." He flipped Roy a thumbs up as came to the position of attention.
"Alright. Dismissed." Roy nodded his head as he returned to administrating the files for operations of his own Skull Squadron.
Zentraedi Forces
Power Armor Division
The Quadronos
Miriya Parina looked at the controls on her Power Armor as she rocketed away from Commander Azonia's cruiser. "Micronians…pathetic puny insects." She said to herself as she moved towards the Micronian infested vessel, what Ts'en Breetai had called Zor's craft. "Quadronos, on me!" she called out as she exhorted her squadron to form up on her Power Armor as they attacked en masse.
Each Power Armor unit maneuvered in a precise section of space as briefed prior to their launch. This enabled the Zentraedi pilot encased in the Power Armor to fire missiles at will without harming any of her team-mates. The Zentraedi war code was strict; failure was not to be tolerated – in fact, failure oft-times was punished by death whether by execution by firing squad or just simply fratricide; a superior would just level a weapon and blow the offending perpetrator away.
In the Quadronos, however, failure was looked upon as an opportunity to learn to achieve one's objective in a much more comprehensive and effective manner the second time. Yet, even in the Quadronos, persistent failure would involve the superior meting out death. Miriya was a rare exception in the Quadronos, she had never once met failure. She was relentless in her battles and an ace pilot whose kills were so numerous that they, if kept track of individually on the Power Armor itself, would have the entire Battle Armor entirely in kill markings.
Miriya grinned humorlessly as she witnessed the Micronians fly out to meet them in battle. This would be bloodbath. Twisting in a spiral she pulled out of a spinning dive as three Veritechs rose to meet her. Spinning she slapped one across the canopy in close quarters shattering and venting the cockpit to the airless void which immediately killed the pilot - the result being a floating sarcophagus. Miriya ignored destroying that Veritech in favor of going after the remaining two that were harassing her with cannon shots. Firing foot thrusters through the intake of a Veritech in Guardian mode which was trying to switch to Battloid immediate vaporizing the Veritech, she spun to aim her fist at the remaining Veritech and fire three rockets point blank at it sending it into a pretty plume of vaporized fragments. Three more kills and many more to come. For the Glory of the Zentraedi Forces, she exulted as she drew ever closer to the Micronian infested vessel.
However this one persistent blue Veritech pursued her. He flew like an absolute demon. Needless to say several Quadrono died under his guns that day and Miriya's fists tightened on her controls as she fought down a red sea of rage as she swore vengeance on that Blue Veritech and its pilot. She had trouble keeping him off her tail and she was finally forced to slip through the open hatch of the Daedelus into the interior of the Micronian vessel, the blue Veritech hot on her heels.
Inside SDF-1
Civilians scrambled for the shelters as Veritech pursued Power Armor in the "sky" above their heads. Rubble rained down on their heads as the alien didn't bother with avoiding buildings, but just blew right through them.
Minmei was on her way to the hospital when she looked up in terror as she saw the alien stop overhead and launch several missiles back at the Veritech pilot who fired back. Seeing the missiles impact the Power Armor and the foot thrusters wink out, Minmei decided to run to avoid the falling Power Armor. Unfortunately for her, it was a little too late as she realized that she miscalculated the size of the Power Armor descending upon her. Her last exhortation as she realized that she was going to be crushed was a very unfeminine "Oh…SH-!"
Miriya's Power Armor smashed into the ground sending fragments of pavement every which way and raising a dust cloud. Any cars in the vicinity of her crash were also crushed into hopelessly un-repairable wrecks. As Miriya got to her feet, her emotions reeling and seething with vengeful anger, she screamed at the Veritech. "You wish to do combat, you puny fool!" Seeing an overhead hatch open, she took the opportunity to retreat. Failure eating at her every move, she ordered the Quadronos to retreat.
Back in the SDF-1
Max Sterling stepped forward, his Veritech in Battloid mode, as he looked over the site where the alien craft had crashed down to. The fragmented pavement bore a splotch of what appeared to be blood, smashed bone and hair. Safely ensconced in the cockpit of his Veritech Battloid, Max sadly shook his head and said softly to himself. "Rick isn't going to want to hear this." Firing thrusters, he hovered over the site turning the crushed form into ashes.
"Rest in Peace, Minmei." He uttered as he hit afterburners and flew out through the still open opening in the roof of the civilian city nestled inside the SDF-1.
****THE END****