Azonia's ship moved on as the remainder of this fleet follows. The repairs have all been made and each of these vessels are in perfect condition to take on the Macross yet again. Only this time they would have to find a much more devious way to stop the ship dead in its tracks.
In her ready room Breetai, Exedore, and Kamjin sat at their seats.
"It may be possible that we micronize a landing team and sneak them aboard the ship and have them attempt to take it over. If they should fail to overthrow the ship then we will know how these micronians think. They do seem like a savage lot," Azonia added.
"This all sounds well, but how will we deliver our micronized soldiers to the ship without detection," Breetai asked.
"We would need an ace to fly undetected in a suit of battle armor, if the hull is breached then we can sneak our team aboard," Kamjin added. A smirk lined across his face as he knew that Breetai would choose him to perform this mission.
"Can you make this possible, Azonia," Breetai asked the woman who was shocked by his choice. Kamjin froze with his jaw dropped.
"Me," Azonia began.
"My lord, wouldn't this be a mission more suitable for a Zentran," Kamjin asked with little restraint to his voice.
"Azonia is very skilled at using battle armor. She can get in close enough and deliver a small team, you and Millia will support Azonia in this mission," Breetai stated, his vid-lense staring coldly at his Warlord.
Kamjin fumed, he's not only accompanying one Meltran but two. Kamjin had fought against them during the War and during that time he has gained the respect in the loyal Meltran to the Empire, Azonia. She is nearly equal to his own skill at fighting and because of their paired viciousness they have managed to defeat many foes. But the other Meltran, Millia, she served the rebels during the War. She and Kamjin had fought one another during that time and both were amazed at the other one's skill. When the War settled and many rebels were allowed back into the Empire, Millia was signed to Kamjin's fleet where she has been watched since day one by the ruthless Warlord.
"I understand Azonia, my lord, but the Meltran Millia," Kamjin stammered.
"You are the top three warriors in my fleet," Breetai emphasized the word "my." Kamjin had no other choice but to acknowledge his lord's authority.
"How much longer until we meet up with the ship," Breetai asked his faithful advisor.
"About a month's time, my lord," Exedore spoke.
"Excellent, that will be enough time for our selected warriors to undergo micronization," Breetai said with a smile. At last the ship shall be his. His masters will be pleased, they may even promote him yet again, have him in charge of a system if he's lucky.
The four Zentraedi decided to break from their meeting. Breetai headed to his cabin where he would keep Dolza informed on what's going on. Exedore retired to his cabin and rested his poor, crippled body on his cot. The two Warlords headed towards the bridge.
"I know you are upset," Azonia began as the doors slid apart for the two giants to enter Azonia's bridge.
"I have a right to be," Kamjin said with an even, flat tone which did not mask too much of his anger.
"You should know that I am superior with battle armor, not to say that you are not, but nonetheless I was chosen," Azonia added with a softer tone so that she does not broadcast their conversation to every officer here.
"It's more than that; at times I believe that Breetai intentionally stunts any of my progression, I feel he holds a grudge towards me," Kamjin confessed in a low tone to his companion, the only Meltran he would ever consider equal to himself.
"Lord Kamjin, these are not warrior words, compose yourself and accept our High Commander's order," this was not meant as reconfirmation of Breetai's commands, just merely a friendly reminder that trouble makers in the Imperial Navy often find themselves in a world of trouble for themselves.
"One day I shall become High Commander, and when that happens, I will far surpass Lord Breetai and become a great legend among the Zentraedi and our masters," Kamjin vowed with sharp, hissing tones under his breath.
At first Azonia felt as if Kamjin was being a bit of a braggart but then she did feel something within her. Her inner most warrior's instinct, the one which tells her who will become a great warrior and who will fall in their first battle. Kamjin held something different within him. He seemed to radiate this energy, a warrior's energy, an energy, when compared to Breetai, shines brightly across the galaxy.
Kamjin collected himself and straightened his cloak. He then stood ready before Azonia before he left the bridge to return to his shuttle. It was time for him to return to his ship and command over his own crew. To give himself a sense of worth. Azonia's gaze followed the impressive warlord as the doors slid apart for him as he left the bridge. The hissing sound happened once more as the door sealed.
She then sat herself at her chair and swiveled around. Her brow rest in her palms as she messaged her temples. When she brought her gaze up she found the communications officer.
"Summon my elite warriors," she said to the officer.
The officer complied and Azonia sank back into the confines of her chair and allowed herself to relax a little. Soon this mission will come to its end.
"Lord Breetai," the aged Zentraedi said over the com screen, "let it be known that our masters have sent me to oversee your operations in the micronian system, my command ship shall arrive in a matter of weeks."
"Yes, my lord," Breetai spoke with his head slightly bowed, partly out of respect, partly out of anger. Anger that the Masters would send a superior to continue his own mission. The ship will be recovered by Breetai, the giant knew this, and he did not want to show that he was incompetent in any way shape or form. But it seems now that the Masters have lost their fate in the High Commander who let the ship slip out of his fingers three times now.
"I am being accompanied by my own elite fleet of cruisers and warships since yours have been destroyed, they will be at your dispense," Dolza said once more.
"Thank you, Lord Dolza," Breetai spoke.
"I have full faith in your plan to sneak warriors aboard the ship for recon, at least this way we will have a better understanding of these micronians' minds, I believe you will collect the ship, yet, Lord Breetai," Dolza began, "I will see you in two weeks' time," and with that the screen faded away leaving Breetai alone in his cabin to deal with this sense of betrayal.
After stretching out all the knots in his tired back, Breetai summoned for Exedore.
"My lord," Exedore's voice came over the non-visual com line.
"Exedore, see to it that Azonia's mission is a recon mission, only, we will plant our warriors into the ship and have them report back to us about who these micronians are, that way we will know how to better deal with these pests," Breetai said.
"Very good, my lord," Exedore said over the line. After that the line died off and Breetai was left alone to get some rest.
"What, this is an outrage," Azonia roared.
"Warlord Azonia, High Commander Breetai has spoken, and let me remind you again, Meltran, that he is in charge of this operation," the twisted hunchbacked Zentraedi said.
"But we could capture the ship, this will all come to an end," Azonia rebutted.
"We have reason to believe that these micronians are crafty, you saw what they did to the fleet in that last attack, out of the dozens of ships we had only less than a handful remains," Exedore reminded her, "it is quite possible that this new species of alien might very well be the Empire's greatest match, especially with the ship in their possession. We must handle this operation with full precautions, there is no need to sacrifice our warriors and send them to the Eternal Battlegrounds before their time."
"This was my idea and now he muddies it by turning my glorious assault into a, a what, a drop of for a handful of my elite warriors to go camp out, this is appalling," Azonia exclaimed. Her body of warriors stood in nervous attention behind her, each staring forward and waiting for their mistress to return to their readiness and address them on what will be going on.
"If you prefer to bring this up to Breetai himself, you are more than welcome to it, but I will mention to you that has already spoken to High Lord Dolza, so if you," but Exedore was cut off. His twisted face curled up on one end as he gave a slight grin that the proud Meltran finally gave into reason.
"Very well then, for the good of the Empire," she cursed out under clenched teeth. She then turned about to face several warriors.
"This mission will now be a recon mission where I will need a few of you to become micronized and board the ship where you will learn as much as you can from our enemy so that we may capture the ship from them and any rebel they are allied with. It involves serious risk, those who go on this mission will most likely be welcomed into the Eternal Battlegrounds with our fallen warriors. I will only ask for three of you to go on this mission so that you will remain inconspicuous. In the event that you are found out, our masters will understand that you take your own lives to save the mission," and with that Azonia fell silent and waited for her volunteers to step forward.
Without hesitation the elite warrior, Brom, stepped forward with two of his companions with whom he had had the pleasure with fighting alongside of in a few battles across the galaxy.
"Faithful Brom, thank you for volunteering yourself and your partners," Azonia began, "you will be escorted to the micronization chambers."
Two officers escorted the three giant warriors out of the ready room and down to the chambers aft of Azonia's ship. The process will be lengthy and it will take a bit for the Zentraedi to get adjusted to their new size. Some may undergo illness until they adjust to their newfound equilibrium and vision.
"The rest of you are dismissed," Azonia said. The remainder of the warriors relaxed their poses and left the ready room back to their appropriate posts.
"By the way, Warlord," Exedore began as he limped aside, "High Lord Dolza and his fleet will be arriving in two weeks to aid us in our mission to recover the ship. Have a good evening," the wretch limped away from the room, smirking at how Azonia might feel about the High Lord working with this fleet. She did get nervous for a brief moment, the idea of such a superior Zentraedi, arriving here and working among this fleet, this very fleet who let the ship escape them three times now. She gulped down her fear and headed toward her table where she sat in front of and rest her head on the cold, flat surface. Within seconds the mighty Meltran warrior feel asleep.
The remainder of Breetai's fleet loomed in the starry backdrop of space. Their rate of travel was extraordinary as they raced after the Macross. Jupiter sat suspended in the void behind the fleet as they made their way to Mars. At Mars they will ambush the Macross and capture it, finally. With Kamjin's ships and Dolza's fleet, these micronians days will soon be up.
In her ready room Breetai, Exedore, and Kamjin sat at their seats.
"It may be possible that we micronize a landing team and sneak them aboard the ship and have them attempt to take it over. If they should fail to overthrow the ship then we will know how these micronians think. They do seem like a savage lot," Azonia added.
"This all sounds well, but how will we deliver our micronized soldiers to the ship without detection," Breetai asked.
"We would need an ace to fly undetected in a suit of battle armor, if the hull is breached then we can sneak our team aboard," Kamjin added. A smirk lined across his face as he knew that Breetai would choose him to perform this mission.
"Can you make this possible, Azonia," Breetai asked the woman who was shocked by his choice. Kamjin froze with his jaw dropped.
"Me," Azonia began.
"My lord, wouldn't this be a mission more suitable for a Zentran," Kamjin asked with little restraint to his voice.
"Azonia is very skilled at using battle armor. She can get in close enough and deliver a small team, you and Millia will support Azonia in this mission," Breetai stated, his vid-lense staring coldly at his Warlord.
Kamjin fumed, he's not only accompanying one Meltran but two. Kamjin had fought against them during the War and during that time he has gained the respect in the loyal Meltran to the Empire, Azonia. She is nearly equal to his own skill at fighting and because of their paired viciousness they have managed to defeat many foes. But the other Meltran, Millia, she served the rebels during the War. She and Kamjin had fought one another during that time and both were amazed at the other one's skill. When the War settled and many rebels were allowed back into the Empire, Millia was signed to Kamjin's fleet where she has been watched since day one by the ruthless Warlord.
"I understand Azonia, my lord, but the Meltran Millia," Kamjin stammered.
"You are the top three warriors in my fleet," Breetai emphasized the word "my." Kamjin had no other choice but to acknowledge his lord's authority.
"How much longer until we meet up with the ship," Breetai asked his faithful advisor.
"About a month's time, my lord," Exedore spoke.
"Excellent, that will be enough time for our selected warriors to undergo micronization," Breetai said with a smile. At last the ship shall be his. His masters will be pleased, they may even promote him yet again, have him in charge of a system if he's lucky.
The four Zentraedi decided to break from their meeting. Breetai headed to his cabin where he would keep Dolza informed on what's going on. Exedore retired to his cabin and rested his poor, crippled body on his cot. The two Warlords headed towards the bridge.
"I know you are upset," Azonia began as the doors slid apart for the two giants to enter Azonia's bridge.
"I have a right to be," Kamjin said with an even, flat tone which did not mask too much of his anger.
"You should know that I am superior with battle armor, not to say that you are not, but nonetheless I was chosen," Azonia added with a softer tone so that she does not broadcast their conversation to every officer here.
"It's more than that; at times I believe that Breetai intentionally stunts any of my progression, I feel he holds a grudge towards me," Kamjin confessed in a low tone to his companion, the only Meltran he would ever consider equal to himself.
"Lord Kamjin, these are not warrior words, compose yourself and accept our High Commander's order," this was not meant as reconfirmation of Breetai's commands, just merely a friendly reminder that trouble makers in the Imperial Navy often find themselves in a world of trouble for themselves.
"One day I shall become High Commander, and when that happens, I will far surpass Lord Breetai and become a great legend among the Zentraedi and our masters," Kamjin vowed with sharp, hissing tones under his breath.
At first Azonia felt as if Kamjin was being a bit of a braggart but then she did feel something within her. Her inner most warrior's instinct, the one which tells her who will become a great warrior and who will fall in their first battle. Kamjin held something different within him. He seemed to radiate this energy, a warrior's energy, an energy, when compared to Breetai, shines brightly across the galaxy.
Kamjin collected himself and straightened his cloak. He then stood ready before Azonia before he left the bridge to return to his shuttle. It was time for him to return to his ship and command over his own crew. To give himself a sense of worth. Azonia's gaze followed the impressive warlord as the doors slid apart for him as he left the bridge. The hissing sound happened once more as the door sealed.
She then sat herself at her chair and swiveled around. Her brow rest in her palms as she messaged her temples. When she brought her gaze up she found the communications officer.
"Summon my elite warriors," she said to the officer.
The officer complied and Azonia sank back into the confines of her chair and allowed herself to relax a little. Soon this mission will come to its end.
"Lord Breetai," the aged Zentraedi said over the com screen, "let it be known that our masters have sent me to oversee your operations in the micronian system, my command ship shall arrive in a matter of weeks."
"Yes, my lord," Breetai spoke with his head slightly bowed, partly out of respect, partly out of anger. Anger that the Masters would send a superior to continue his own mission. The ship will be recovered by Breetai, the giant knew this, and he did not want to show that he was incompetent in any way shape or form. But it seems now that the Masters have lost their fate in the High Commander who let the ship slip out of his fingers three times now.
"I am being accompanied by my own elite fleet of cruisers and warships since yours have been destroyed, they will be at your dispense," Dolza said once more.
"Thank you, Lord Dolza," Breetai spoke.
"I have full faith in your plan to sneak warriors aboard the ship for recon, at least this way we will have a better understanding of these micronians' minds, I believe you will collect the ship, yet, Lord Breetai," Dolza began, "I will see you in two weeks' time," and with that the screen faded away leaving Breetai alone in his cabin to deal with this sense of betrayal.
After stretching out all the knots in his tired back, Breetai summoned for Exedore.
"My lord," Exedore's voice came over the non-visual com line.
"Exedore, see to it that Azonia's mission is a recon mission, only, we will plant our warriors into the ship and have them report back to us about who these micronians are, that way we will know how to better deal with these pests," Breetai said.
"Very good, my lord," Exedore said over the line. After that the line died off and Breetai was left alone to get some rest.
"What, this is an outrage," Azonia roared.
"Warlord Azonia, High Commander Breetai has spoken, and let me remind you again, Meltran, that he is in charge of this operation," the twisted hunchbacked Zentraedi said.
"But we could capture the ship, this will all come to an end," Azonia rebutted.
"We have reason to believe that these micronians are crafty, you saw what they did to the fleet in that last attack, out of the dozens of ships we had only less than a handful remains," Exedore reminded her, "it is quite possible that this new species of alien might very well be the Empire's greatest match, especially with the ship in their possession. We must handle this operation with full precautions, there is no need to sacrifice our warriors and send them to the Eternal Battlegrounds before their time."
"This was my idea and now he muddies it by turning my glorious assault into a, a what, a drop of for a handful of my elite warriors to go camp out, this is appalling," Azonia exclaimed. Her body of warriors stood in nervous attention behind her, each staring forward and waiting for their mistress to return to their readiness and address them on what will be going on.
"If you prefer to bring this up to Breetai himself, you are more than welcome to it, but I will mention to you that has already spoken to High Lord Dolza, so if you," but Exedore was cut off. His twisted face curled up on one end as he gave a slight grin that the proud Meltran finally gave into reason.
"Very well then, for the good of the Empire," she cursed out under clenched teeth. She then turned about to face several warriors.
"This mission will now be a recon mission where I will need a few of you to become micronized and board the ship where you will learn as much as you can from our enemy so that we may capture the ship from them and any rebel they are allied with. It involves serious risk, those who go on this mission will most likely be welcomed into the Eternal Battlegrounds with our fallen warriors. I will only ask for three of you to go on this mission so that you will remain inconspicuous. In the event that you are found out, our masters will understand that you take your own lives to save the mission," and with that Azonia fell silent and waited for her volunteers to step forward.
Without hesitation the elite warrior, Brom, stepped forward with two of his companions with whom he had had the pleasure with fighting alongside of in a few battles across the galaxy.
"Faithful Brom, thank you for volunteering yourself and your partners," Azonia began, "you will be escorted to the micronization chambers."
Two officers escorted the three giant warriors out of the ready room and down to the chambers aft of Azonia's ship. The process will be lengthy and it will take a bit for the Zentraedi to get adjusted to their new size. Some may undergo illness until they adjust to their newfound equilibrium and vision.
"The rest of you are dismissed," Azonia said. The remainder of the warriors relaxed their poses and left the ready room back to their appropriate posts.
"By the way, Warlord," Exedore began as he limped aside, "High Lord Dolza and his fleet will be arriving in two weeks to aid us in our mission to recover the ship. Have a good evening," the wretch limped away from the room, smirking at how Azonia might feel about the High Lord working with this fleet. She did get nervous for a brief moment, the idea of such a superior Zentraedi, arriving here and working among this fleet, this very fleet who let the ship escape them three times now. She gulped down her fear and headed toward her table where she sat in front of and rest her head on the cold, flat surface. Within seconds the mighty Meltran warrior feel asleep.
The remainder of Breetai's fleet loomed in the starry backdrop of space. Their rate of travel was extraordinary as they raced after the Macross. Jupiter sat suspended in the void behind the fleet as they made their way to Mars. At Mars they will ambush the Macross and capture it, finally. With Kamjin's ships and Dolza's fleet, these micronians days will soon be up.