Dave stifled a yawn behind the back of his fist.
"Geez man, I thought you'd be used to waking up so early by now," Luke kid his best friend since high school, Dave Monroe. The two both grew up in So Cal in a more upscale neighborhood, away from any combat zones during the Global Civil War. But even if they were suppose to be safe, they made sure no one else was. Luke and Dave were a couple of troublemakers, always running a gag on the campus. On their graduation night they and a few other students toilet papered the entire campus and they sunk all of the benches in the gymnasium's pool. After graduation both friends decided to enlist in the UN Spacy program as fighter pilots. Boot camp was hell but then again it was never meant to be any fun. But no matter how difficult their drill instructors got they managed to survive and the two went into their A class and their advanced piloting courses where they began training with the transformable valkyrie fighter. And that brings us here today on this July morning on Macross Island.
"I know, I know, I'm just not a morning person, never was, remember that time in boot camp where I slept in and the sarge chewed me out and made our whole barek go last to breakfast," Dave mentioned to his buddy.
"How could I forget, he made us all do pushups until we could finally go to chow, not to mention that I had to stop everyone from beating your ass that night while you slept," Luke added.
"Did I ever thank you for that," Dave asked.
"Do you ever?"
Both friends laughed to themselves trying not to interrupt anyone else in the squadron. Their wing commander sat beside the wing commander of the elite fighter squadron, the Skulls, who was giving a speach this morning to all the civialians in attendance on the versatility of the valkyrie fighter.
An airshow debuted the fighters as Skull aces pushed their skill to their limits. They flew in tight formation and never deviated from their flight path as they continued to climb. Colored smoke trailed from behind the fighters as they raced up into the clouds. And then there was a comotion. Every wing pulled out of formation and scrambled across the sky out of confusion as an unauthorized fanjet came into airspace.
The Skull leader, Com. Fokker, was quite enraged, "What the hell, Hikaru, is that you!"
The crowd was laughing at this point and Com. Fokker realized that he had just called out over the PA system. He motioned for an AV tech to switch to a com line channel.
"What kind of idiot would fly into restricted airspace," Dave asked himself.
"That clown's got some hell to pay, they'll be locked up for a long time," Luke confirmed.
Com. Fokker took his leave and allowed the Vermilion commander take over the rest of the speach.
"The UN Spacy would like to introduce to you, the citizens of earth, the first bave men and women pilots of the valkyrie versatile mode fighter." That's the cue for all the pilots to rise and face the attending guests here on Macross Island.
After the ceremonies Dave and Luke walked over to Memory Lane where soldier housing sets just off base. Barbecues were common all across the row. Dave and Luke shared their place with their high school sweethearts and they were waiting for them back at the pad. The four threw some parties here almost every night of the week. It was common to get other pilots to show up and drink, get rowdy, and blast music until the early hours of morning
Something smelled good as the two approached. Dave's girl, Mimi, tended to the barbecue, a couple of other pilots have shown up already. Kelly was inside still, probably getting a hand with the coolers.
"I can't believe that this will be our last barbecue for a while," Luke mentioned as he caught a frisbee which was flung by another pilot from the house's lawn.
"Might as well get our fill now because once we board the Macross it's going to be cafetaria specials for the duration of the mission," Dave mentioned. He hurried up to the lawn and moved up behind Mimi and hugged her from behind.
"Hey you," she said as the two kissed their helloes.
"Smells great babe, who's all here," Dave asked.
"Brock, Harlen, and Genius, you never told me that you had such cute friends," Mimi said, emphasizing Cadet Genius.
Genius, or Max, as he prefers to be called had this charm about him. He can break hearts with his smile and the girl's go crazy over his smile. He stands on the taller side and he has a good sense of humor. During boot camp, Dave and Luke got along great with Max beacuse he was always relaxed. The two have never seen Cadet Genius ever lose his cool.
"Hey, Dave, check out who else is here," Luke mentioned as he stepped into the house to give Kelly a hand.
Dave glanced around and say Max, but standing behind him, hogging all of the dip was the company clown, Ben Dixon.
"Oh man, what's he doing here," Dave whispered.
"David," Mimi said with a soft jab to the ribs with her elbow. Dave bit his tongue to hold back anything else he was thinking about Cadet Dixon.
Max waved and Ben turned his attention over to where Dave stood.
"Yo, Monroe, what's the word, man," Max shot as he started towards Dave. Out of all of his friends, Max is the only one Dave lets call him by his last name. Usualy he feels awkward when one of his buddies call him by his last name but it sounded alright out of Max's mouth.
"Not much, just can't wait for lunch to be served," Dave added in as he shook Max's hand.
"Are those hot dogs ready," Ben asked, his mouth full of chips and dip.
"Hey Ben, not quite yet," Dave started, "can I get you guys some drinks?"
"Sure, Jack and a beerback," Max teased.
"I wish, man, too bad we're launching this afternoon," Dave said as he led his guests inside to get some sodas.
Mimi flipped another burger over and she noticed that everything got dark all of a sudden. She looked up, expecting to see a dark cloud or somehting. Maybe a tropical storm has decided to rear its ugly head. But as she looked up she saw what looked like a swarm of angry bees.
As she stood there looking into the sky a loud blaring siren screamed all across the island.
Dave, Max, Ben, and Luke ran outside to see what was the matter. Kelly followed suit and she held close to Luke as everyone looked up into the sky in disbelief.
"That's the air raid siren," Luke said slack jawed.
"C'mon guys, we have to report in," Max said as he raced towards the base. Ben and the others followed.
"What the hell's going on here," Dave asked himself as he watched the next terrifying sight, a storm of fire crashed down across the island. Macross was under attack. Earth is under attack. Could this happen? Was this what the Earth had in store for its history?
"Geez man, I thought you'd be used to waking up so early by now," Luke kid his best friend since high school, Dave Monroe. The two both grew up in So Cal in a more upscale neighborhood, away from any combat zones during the Global Civil War. But even if they were suppose to be safe, they made sure no one else was. Luke and Dave were a couple of troublemakers, always running a gag on the campus. On their graduation night they and a few other students toilet papered the entire campus and they sunk all of the benches in the gymnasium's pool. After graduation both friends decided to enlist in the UN Spacy program as fighter pilots. Boot camp was hell but then again it was never meant to be any fun. But no matter how difficult their drill instructors got they managed to survive and the two went into their A class and their advanced piloting courses where they began training with the transformable valkyrie fighter. And that brings us here today on this July morning on Macross Island.
"I know, I know, I'm just not a morning person, never was, remember that time in boot camp where I slept in and the sarge chewed me out and made our whole barek go last to breakfast," Dave mentioned to his buddy.
"How could I forget, he made us all do pushups until we could finally go to chow, not to mention that I had to stop everyone from beating your ass that night while you slept," Luke added.
"Did I ever thank you for that," Dave asked.
"Do you ever?"
Both friends laughed to themselves trying not to interrupt anyone else in the squadron. Their wing commander sat beside the wing commander of the elite fighter squadron, the Skulls, who was giving a speach this morning to all the civialians in attendance on the versatility of the valkyrie fighter.
An airshow debuted the fighters as Skull aces pushed their skill to their limits. They flew in tight formation and never deviated from their flight path as they continued to climb. Colored smoke trailed from behind the fighters as they raced up into the clouds. And then there was a comotion. Every wing pulled out of formation and scrambled across the sky out of confusion as an unauthorized fanjet came into airspace.
The Skull leader, Com. Fokker, was quite enraged, "What the hell, Hikaru, is that you!"
The crowd was laughing at this point and Com. Fokker realized that he had just called out over the PA system. He motioned for an AV tech to switch to a com line channel.
"What kind of idiot would fly into restricted airspace," Dave asked himself.
"That clown's got some hell to pay, they'll be locked up for a long time," Luke confirmed.
Com. Fokker took his leave and allowed the Vermilion commander take over the rest of the speach.
"The UN Spacy would like to introduce to you, the citizens of earth, the first bave men and women pilots of the valkyrie versatile mode fighter." That's the cue for all the pilots to rise and face the attending guests here on Macross Island.
After the ceremonies Dave and Luke walked over to Memory Lane where soldier housing sets just off base. Barbecues were common all across the row. Dave and Luke shared their place with their high school sweethearts and they were waiting for them back at the pad. The four threw some parties here almost every night of the week. It was common to get other pilots to show up and drink, get rowdy, and blast music until the early hours of morning
Something smelled good as the two approached. Dave's girl, Mimi, tended to the barbecue, a couple of other pilots have shown up already. Kelly was inside still, probably getting a hand with the coolers.
"I can't believe that this will be our last barbecue for a while," Luke mentioned as he caught a frisbee which was flung by another pilot from the house's lawn.
"Might as well get our fill now because once we board the Macross it's going to be cafetaria specials for the duration of the mission," Dave mentioned. He hurried up to the lawn and moved up behind Mimi and hugged her from behind.
"Hey you," she said as the two kissed their helloes.
"Smells great babe, who's all here," Dave asked.
"Brock, Harlen, and Genius, you never told me that you had such cute friends," Mimi said, emphasizing Cadet Genius.
Genius, or Max, as he prefers to be called had this charm about him. He can break hearts with his smile and the girl's go crazy over his smile. He stands on the taller side and he has a good sense of humor. During boot camp, Dave and Luke got along great with Max beacuse he was always relaxed. The two have never seen Cadet Genius ever lose his cool.
"Hey, Dave, check out who else is here," Luke mentioned as he stepped into the house to give Kelly a hand.
Dave glanced around and say Max, but standing behind him, hogging all of the dip was the company clown, Ben Dixon.
"Oh man, what's he doing here," Dave whispered.
"David," Mimi said with a soft jab to the ribs with her elbow. Dave bit his tongue to hold back anything else he was thinking about Cadet Dixon.
Max waved and Ben turned his attention over to where Dave stood.
"Yo, Monroe, what's the word, man," Max shot as he started towards Dave. Out of all of his friends, Max is the only one Dave lets call him by his last name. Usualy he feels awkward when one of his buddies call him by his last name but it sounded alright out of Max's mouth.
"Not much, just can't wait for lunch to be served," Dave added in as he shook Max's hand.
"Are those hot dogs ready," Ben asked, his mouth full of chips and dip.
"Hey Ben, not quite yet," Dave started, "can I get you guys some drinks?"
"Sure, Jack and a beerback," Max teased.
"I wish, man, too bad we're launching this afternoon," Dave said as he led his guests inside to get some sodas.
Mimi flipped another burger over and she noticed that everything got dark all of a sudden. She looked up, expecting to see a dark cloud or somehting. Maybe a tropical storm has decided to rear its ugly head. But as she looked up she saw what looked like a swarm of angry bees.
As she stood there looking into the sky a loud blaring siren screamed all across the island.
Dave, Max, Ben, and Luke ran outside to see what was the matter. Kelly followed suit and she held close to Luke as everyone looked up into the sky in disbelief.
"That's the air raid siren," Luke said slack jawed.
"C'mon guys, we have to report in," Max said as he raced towards the base. Ben and the others followed.
"What the hell's going on here," Dave asked himself as he watched the next terrifying sight, a storm of fire crashed down across the island. Macross was under attack. Earth is under attack. Could this happen? Was this what the Earth had in store for its history?