The four were gathered in Azonia's ready room. Azonia took her spot at the captain's seat while her guests took their own.
"Now what do we do," Azonia asked.
"We are still repairing the damages on the fleet, it may still be some time for the ships to be spacefold worthy," Exedore reported.
"So we sit here for now like a bunch of lame space whales then while our quarry eludes us once more," Azonia asked.
"That will not happen again, I want that ship, and I want it now," Breetai announced, "every day Lord Dolza asks for progress reports and I have to explain to him every time that a single ship is eluding one of the Empire's greatest fleets!"
"My lord," Kamjin began, "I still have a fleet of destroyers orbiting the miconian world, I can have them move into an intercepting course with the ship."
Kamjin waved his hand over a consul and a holo display of the solar system projected over the table.
"I can bet my own life that the micronians are going home, so if they remained on this course here, I can have my fleet meet them here, at the fourth planet," Kamjin said as he pointed to Mars.
"Our scanners reported that on a long distance scan they found that a possible micronian base exists on the planet," Exedore added.
"Then we shall have to raid it, that way we can cut off any possible aid from their allies, if that is all right with you, Lord Breetai," Kamjin added.
Breetai stared at the holographic version of Mars. If a ship of that much power gained support, Kamjin's destroyers will most likely be destroyed. Kamjin had a good point in destroying the Mars base.
"It will be done, that ship can not elude us again," Breetai said at length.
"Excellent, my lord," Kamjin said with a smirk.
"Exedore, how much longer until the fleet has finished their repairs," Breetai asked.
"At this rate it will be a few more days, at best," Exedore added.
"I want shifts doubled, I want us to become ready by tomorrow," Breetai demanded.
"Yes m'lord," Exedore said.
The meeting closed and the Zentraedi went about their business, Azonia returned to the bridge with Kamjin behind her. Breetai and Exedore retired to their cabins. Breetai had to inform Dolza on the current situation.
"Com officer, open a channel to Lord Kamjin's fleet in orbit of the third planet," Azonia ordered as she entered the bridge.
The video screen came to life as the captain of Kamjin's lead destroyer answered the hail.
"Lord Kamjin, sir," the captain saluted.
"Captain Boldor, I want you to move your fleet out of orbit and follow these coordinates to the fourth planet," Kanjin instructed, "there is a micronian base, I want you to destroy it, the ship will be approaching the fleet so I want you to engage it and cripple it, is that understood?"
"Perfectly, my lord, it shall be done," the captain said once more and saluted his superior. The com line switched off and the video screen returned to its display of space.
"Did you fight well, Lord Kamjin," Azonia asked to her guest on the bridge.
"Indeed, I take the responsibility for allowing the ship to elude us, if I had remained on the task of attacking the bridge instead of giving into my pride to engage a fighter then we would have our quarry by now," Kamjin said.
"You are too critical on yourself, the crew of the ship was far too cunning for even Lord Breetai, it destroyed his flag ship and more than half our fleet out her," Azonia added in attempt to lighten up Kamjin's melancholy mood.
"Those are kind and reassuring words, Warlord, but I know when I am at fault, the ship was in my clutches," Kamjin said as he balled up his hand into a fist, emphasizing his grasp.
"Your bounty will be caught, my lord, it will be your fleet which brings in the ship to the Creators," Azonia reassured.
"Excellent," Kamjin said with an evil grin forming over his lips.
Breetai sat on his bunk and relieved the tension in his neck and shoulders. He then moved closer to the com screen beside the bunk. He flipped it on an indicated a band to reach Dolza on. The screen came to life and soon the face of an older, battle worn Zentraedi replaced the blankness.
"Lord Breetai, what do you have to report," Dolza asked in a very measured manner. His gaze shot into Breetai's eye and held him in a grip.
"My lord, we are setting an ambush for the ship at the micronian's fourth planet. An allied base is on its surfaced and an airstrike has been ordered, soon the ship will be ours," Breetai said as he averted he gaze when he could. He felt uncomfortable at staring at his superior.
"Very good, High Commander, procede in the glory of the Empire," Dolza said and the screen went blank once more.
Breetai reclined slightly and removed his boots. He thought it best to get some sleep while he can, it must have been days since he last did so. The giant traced his hand over the plating over his eye and he removed it, revealing a gnarled scar and an empty socket. He sat his bionic eye on the stand beside his bunk and he stretched out over the firm mattress and fell asleep. His dreams were focused on the ship. He relived his youth as a Warlord on his first attempt on capturing the Macross. He tossed and turned as he relieved the disaster in its entirety but he was far too fatigued to stir himself awake.
Captain Boldor commanded Kamjin's fleet to leave Earth's orbit. While they remained here they had destroyed the Moon Base and the rest of Macross island. Some of their soldiers continued their attack on the people on Earth but once the planet was secured the Zentraedi remained in orbit for further instructions of their lord, Kamjin.
With new orders the fleet of ten ships moved out. Taking the lead were his four scout ships, two landing ships, and four destroyers.
The hulks sped off towards their glorious destiny and left a scarred Earth behind.
Meanwhile, on the surface of the blue planet, the UN Spacy cabinet met together and discussed their plans for countermeasures against the giant sized aliens. Many of the larger nations had crumbled into ruins, the surviving members of the UN Spacy got together in their underground base in Alaska. They had a biodome constucted under here so that several tens of thousand civilians can live without the threat of being destroyed by the alien invaders.
A civilian man skipped a stone across the man made lake in the arcology and watched it hop three or four times before plunking into the water.
"Aren't you Lucas Right's father," a woman asked.
The older man turned around to meet a woman who looked relieved to find him.
"Why yes I am," he said.
"You probably don't remember me, I'm Mimi's mother, we met at the kids' graduation," she said.
"Oh, right, now I remember," he said as a warm smile creased across his face.
"It's so good to find a familiar face," she said as she hugged her daughter's friend's father. He returned the hug, both felt that they were with their children once more by being with an extension of them.
"Have you seen David's father anywhere," she asked.
"Now, Dave's father ended up on the list," Mr. Right said with a level of melancholy I his tone.
"Oh my god, that's so sad," she gasped out.
"Los Angeles was hit hard during the attack," Mr. Right said as he drifted off to the painful memories of the attack. During the raid Dave's home was blown into oblivion. Mr. Right watched as he was being shuttled away by the UN Spacy escort. His own wife had lost her life.
"Is all of your family with you, safely," Mr. Right asked.
"My other daughter is with her father in Montana," Mrs. Rodgers answered.
"Montana," Mr. Right asked.
"He and I separated years ago, I got a message the other day saying that they're both fine," she said.
"I wish they could get in touch with the kids, no one even knows where the ship disappeared to," Mr. Right said.
"I hope they're okay," she said softly.
The two new friends held each other comfortingly.
Earth, once populated and dominated by mankind now moves along it revolution in space as a planet that has fallen victim to the mighty Zentraedi navy. The navy has the capability to destroy planets in it entirety, but they merely left Earth in a crippled state, just so the Zentraedi can keep their occupancy on the planet. Major cities lay in waste while most of the planet's population has been reduced to a mere fraction of what it once was. This is indeed worse than any war in Earth's history.
Meanwhile, just outside of Jupiter's orbit, the Macross cruised along its course home. The crew grew more and more homesick and worried for their loved ones down on Earth. The last encounter with the enemy claimed many more lives. Their services were held and the Macross shot its forward facing batteries off in memory of the fallen men and women of the UN Spacy. These are more pilots who will not make it home to reunite with friends or family, if they had the friends or family to return to in the first place.
"Now what do we do," Azonia asked.
"We are still repairing the damages on the fleet, it may still be some time for the ships to be spacefold worthy," Exedore reported.
"So we sit here for now like a bunch of lame space whales then while our quarry eludes us once more," Azonia asked.
"That will not happen again, I want that ship, and I want it now," Breetai announced, "every day Lord Dolza asks for progress reports and I have to explain to him every time that a single ship is eluding one of the Empire's greatest fleets!"
"My lord," Kamjin began, "I still have a fleet of destroyers orbiting the miconian world, I can have them move into an intercepting course with the ship."
Kamjin waved his hand over a consul and a holo display of the solar system projected over the table.
"I can bet my own life that the micronians are going home, so if they remained on this course here, I can have my fleet meet them here, at the fourth planet," Kamjin said as he pointed to Mars.
"Our scanners reported that on a long distance scan they found that a possible micronian base exists on the planet," Exedore added.
"Then we shall have to raid it, that way we can cut off any possible aid from their allies, if that is all right with you, Lord Breetai," Kamjin added.
Breetai stared at the holographic version of Mars. If a ship of that much power gained support, Kamjin's destroyers will most likely be destroyed. Kamjin had a good point in destroying the Mars base.
"It will be done, that ship can not elude us again," Breetai said at length.
"Excellent, my lord," Kamjin said with a smirk.
"Exedore, how much longer until the fleet has finished their repairs," Breetai asked.
"At this rate it will be a few more days, at best," Exedore added.
"I want shifts doubled, I want us to become ready by tomorrow," Breetai demanded.
"Yes m'lord," Exedore said.
The meeting closed and the Zentraedi went about their business, Azonia returned to the bridge with Kamjin behind her. Breetai and Exedore retired to their cabins. Breetai had to inform Dolza on the current situation.
"Com officer, open a channel to Lord Kamjin's fleet in orbit of the third planet," Azonia ordered as she entered the bridge.
The video screen came to life as the captain of Kamjin's lead destroyer answered the hail.
"Lord Kamjin, sir," the captain saluted.
"Captain Boldor, I want you to move your fleet out of orbit and follow these coordinates to the fourth planet," Kanjin instructed, "there is a micronian base, I want you to destroy it, the ship will be approaching the fleet so I want you to engage it and cripple it, is that understood?"
"Perfectly, my lord, it shall be done," the captain said once more and saluted his superior. The com line switched off and the video screen returned to its display of space.
"Did you fight well, Lord Kamjin," Azonia asked to her guest on the bridge.
"Indeed, I take the responsibility for allowing the ship to elude us, if I had remained on the task of attacking the bridge instead of giving into my pride to engage a fighter then we would have our quarry by now," Kamjin said.
"You are too critical on yourself, the crew of the ship was far too cunning for even Lord Breetai, it destroyed his flag ship and more than half our fleet out her," Azonia added in attempt to lighten up Kamjin's melancholy mood.
"Those are kind and reassuring words, Warlord, but I know when I am at fault, the ship was in my clutches," Kamjin said as he balled up his hand into a fist, emphasizing his grasp.
"Your bounty will be caught, my lord, it will be your fleet which brings in the ship to the Creators," Azonia reassured.
"Excellent," Kamjin said with an evil grin forming over his lips.
Breetai sat on his bunk and relieved the tension in his neck and shoulders. He then moved closer to the com screen beside the bunk. He flipped it on an indicated a band to reach Dolza on. The screen came to life and soon the face of an older, battle worn Zentraedi replaced the blankness.
"Lord Breetai, what do you have to report," Dolza asked in a very measured manner. His gaze shot into Breetai's eye and held him in a grip.
"My lord, we are setting an ambush for the ship at the micronian's fourth planet. An allied base is on its surfaced and an airstrike has been ordered, soon the ship will be ours," Breetai said as he averted he gaze when he could. He felt uncomfortable at staring at his superior.
"Very good, High Commander, procede in the glory of the Empire," Dolza said and the screen went blank once more.
Breetai reclined slightly and removed his boots. He thought it best to get some sleep while he can, it must have been days since he last did so. The giant traced his hand over the plating over his eye and he removed it, revealing a gnarled scar and an empty socket. He sat his bionic eye on the stand beside his bunk and he stretched out over the firm mattress and fell asleep. His dreams were focused on the ship. He relived his youth as a Warlord on his first attempt on capturing the Macross. He tossed and turned as he relieved the disaster in its entirety but he was far too fatigued to stir himself awake.
Captain Boldor commanded Kamjin's fleet to leave Earth's orbit. While they remained here they had destroyed the Moon Base and the rest of Macross island. Some of their soldiers continued their attack on the people on Earth but once the planet was secured the Zentraedi remained in orbit for further instructions of their lord, Kamjin.
With new orders the fleet of ten ships moved out. Taking the lead were his four scout ships, two landing ships, and four destroyers.
The hulks sped off towards their glorious destiny and left a scarred Earth behind.
Meanwhile, on the surface of the blue planet, the UN Spacy cabinet met together and discussed their plans for countermeasures against the giant sized aliens. Many of the larger nations had crumbled into ruins, the surviving members of the UN Spacy got together in their underground base in Alaska. They had a biodome constucted under here so that several tens of thousand civilians can live without the threat of being destroyed by the alien invaders.
A civilian man skipped a stone across the man made lake in the arcology and watched it hop three or four times before plunking into the water.
"Aren't you Lucas Right's father," a woman asked.
The older man turned around to meet a woman who looked relieved to find him.
"Why yes I am," he said.
"You probably don't remember me, I'm Mimi's mother, we met at the kids' graduation," she said.
"Oh, right, now I remember," he said as a warm smile creased across his face.
"It's so good to find a familiar face," she said as she hugged her daughter's friend's father. He returned the hug, both felt that they were with their children once more by being with an extension of them.
"Have you seen David's father anywhere," she asked.
"Now, Dave's father ended up on the list," Mr. Right said with a level of melancholy I his tone.
"Oh my god, that's so sad," she gasped out.
"Los Angeles was hit hard during the attack," Mr. Right said as he drifted off to the painful memories of the attack. During the raid Dave's home was blown into oblivion. Mr. Right watched as he was being shuttled away by the UN Spacy escort. His own wife had lost her life.
"Is all of your family with you, safely," Mr. Right asked.
"My other daughter is with her father in Montana," Mrs. Rodgers answered.
"Montana," Mr. Right asked.
"He and I separated years ago, I got a message the other day saying that they're both fine," she said.
"I wish they could get in touch with the kids, no one even knows where the ship disappeared to," Mr. Right said.
"I hope they're okay," she said softly.
The two new friends held each other comfortingly.
Earth, once populated and dominated by mankind now moves along it revolution in space as a planet that has fallen victim to the mighty Zentraedi navy. The navy has the capability to destroy planets in it entirety, but they merely left Earth in a crippled state, just so the Zentraedi can keep their occupancy on the planet. Major cities lay in waste while most of the planet's population has been reduced to a mere fraction of what it once was. This is indeed worse than any war in Earth's history.
Meanwhile, just outside of Jupiter's orbit, the Macross cruised along its course home. The crew grew more and more homesick and worried for their loved ones down on Earth. The last encounter with the enemy claimed many more lives. Their services were held and the Macross shot its forward facing batteries off in memory of the fallen men and women of the UN Spacy. These are more pilots who will not make it home to reunite with friends or family, if they had the friends or family to return to in the first place.