This is Earth. Or what is left of it. The SDF Macross flew through the cotton-like clouds only to find the landscape marred and torn to pieces from intense ground combat. It seemed to bleak now. No hope exists on the surface. At first everyone aboard the great ship felt that they were each the last survivors of the human race as they looked out from the observation deck. As much as it was a sigh of relief to be home, it was also sad and terrifying to think and believe that Judgment Day had swept across the face of this small blue world. The only civilization which exists now is underground in huge arcologies and installations which are military owned and ran. The only port of call available to the Macross and her crew was the Montana Base.
Beneath the surface of North America the travelers of the Macross were reunited with their friends, families, and loved ones. Well, some were. Some had found out that during the alien occupancy, during the war above, many civilians found themselves the victims of a warrior's fate. Among those heartbroken victims was Dave Monroe.
The first thing Dave did, after finding out that his father is unaccounted for was drink himself into a stupor. This led to days of solitude during his long awaited shore leave. He had been stationed to a cell in the Montana Base and in it he remained and drank. He would fall asleep by blacking out and wake up the next day to do it all over again. Messages began to pile up on his answering machine. He stopped erasing them and let them fill up the machine's space. He would have visitors come knocking on his cell door but he ignored them or in his more surly states he would tell them to go away and leave him alone.
Today, however, he was out of booze. He had to go out to the shop and pick some more up. He managed to dress himself in some old and tired clothes which needed a wash or two and then stepped out of his cell. The artificial sunlight was too intense for his liquor-blistered eyes at first and he shielded them with the back of his hand until he began to adjust. His head swooned and spun with every step and he had to stop by a waste android to vomit into it once or twice. Everything looked hazy and unreal to him and he had no recollection of the figure approaching him.
"Jesus, Dave, you look like shit," Luke said as he held out his arm to help stand his friend upright again.
Dave was too week to address his best friend and just stood there in his stupor.
"I've been trying to contact you for days, man, didn't you get my messages," Luke asked.
"I erased them," Dave gurgled and tried to stand on his own once more.
"Dave, I think you need a medic, you smell like you've been drinking for days. It's a wonder you're not dead yet," Luke said as he grabbed Dave by both shoulders.
"Get the fuck off of me," Dave spat out. A stream of spittle fell over his unshaven chin. Where he was once clean cut, Dave now wears a shaggy beard.
"I know you're hurt right now. I feel bad that your father's missing, it's possible he might have ended up in another installation," Luke began, "drinking yourself to death is not an answer here. Be alive for him, dammit. Do it for me, do it for the boys, do it for Mimi."
"Don't you ever mention her name again," Dave screamed and backed away from Luke. He stumbled over some discarded junk on the floor and fell right on his back with a hard thump.
Luke stood above his friend, shaking his head in disbelief. Down below is a shell of a man that use to be his best friend. All the memories the two had together. The training they went through together, the battles they had fought side by side in. Now, the man that was once Dave is now nothing more than another drunken victim of pain and suffering that this war had brought to nearly everybody on Earth.
Dave lay huddled on the floor, crying openly. The pain of the world filled his being. The suffers of war, the loss of love, the loss of his only family, everything forced all of the inner most demons of his screaming to the surface all at once. Dave has been broken and he had felt the fall. He has hit rock bottom and there was no net to catch him. Nothing exists now but pain and suffering.
Luke helped his friend up and drew him in close. He embraced Dave and allowed his friend to feel vulnerable for that time. Luke had become the strong one where he had thought all this time that Dave had always been the better between the two of them. And now, in his time of need Luke was there to help put the pieces back together again.
"It's all right, man, it's all right. We're almost done with this war, the MBS news announced that Captain Gloval has met with the heads of the UN. In these next weeks the defecting aliens will address that they are ending their feud with Earth. We'll pull through. We'll put things together again. It will be all right once more," Luke assured his huddled friend who buried his face in his shoulder, crying with all the pain of the world.
"Let's get you something to eat," Luke then said once Dave began to calm down. The dark haird man looked up with red eyes and nodded. He drew the back of his hand across his eyes and nose, his beard was soaked and he wiped it dry too.
The two companions made their way into the heart of this city under the Earth to find a nice resturaunt.
As the next week rolled over Dave found himself more like he once was. Strong, brave, and confident. He had been watching the updates on the Earth/Zentraedi Armistice. Apparently a great number of aliens are defecting from their government. As it is turning out, the only reason why this war even started was that the aliens were meant to retrieve the Macross. As they came into the solar system, the main guns reflexively fired out into the far reaches of space. The aliens took this as an offense and felt that the ship still contained a rogue crew which had stolen the Macross in the first place. With that taken into consideration the aliens, Zentraedi, launched a full out attack on the crew of the Macross so that they can retrieve the ship for their masters. The spokesperson for the Zentraedi is a war beaten veteran named Breetai, former High Commander of a Galactic Empire which belongs to his former masters. Delegations of an alliance will be going on for some time. Breetai expresses that he and many like him no longer wishes any harm to humans and speaks of an exodus of his kind to Earth.
Dave watched the news with strong interest. He would sit there in his bed and watch it for hours while stroking his newly trimmed beard which he decided to keep. He also became more social again and began to invite people over to his cell. Every now and then Luke would come over, along with Max and Ben.
"Will you imagine that, this whole war was fought over one big misunderstanding," Max said with a bit of a smile creasing across his lips.
"Do you think they'll allow these aliens to emigrate here," Luke asked.
"I hope not, after what they've done," Dave responded. Over the hearings and all of the past Dave had had with the Zentraedi, he came up with his own opinions, and they are no alien shall be trusted and he'll be damned if the UN allows those giants to emigrate here on Earth.
"Dave, you have to believe that these Zentraedi are similar to us in a way. They were soldiers too in the same silly little war we fought in, we are equals," Max began. This had always been their favorite debate. Max envisions a world where humans and Zentraedi can coexist and learn from each other where Dave thinks that these aliens should go back to where they came from and pretend that the two races never met each other.
"All right you two, not again," Luke began, "you two go at it every night. Who's up for pizza and cards?"
"Count me in," Ben spoke up. There was little surprise that he wouldn't pass up dinner.
"I'm in. Besides, tonight's broadcast is nearly over. Let me see what else is on," Dave said as he flipped through the few stations on his remote.
"Hey, keep it there, isn't that Minmei," Max asked as Dave came across a music station.
The four friends watched the video and sure enough it was Minmei on the screen. She was singing one of her little numbers from Miss Macross. It seems as if she had made some waves here on Earth and her music is being released en mass.
As soon as her song was over a video DJ came on and talked about Minmei's album, Do You Remember the Moment Our Eyes Met For the First Time. On top of that he mentioned that she will be performing at the Montana Installation Stadium some time real soon.
"That Hikru is a very lucky guy," Ben mentioned.
"Boy, you said it," Luke added.
Dave just sat there, looking at the screen where they had an image of Minmei for her upcoming concert. Dates streamed over to the side for when she will be singing and Dave made note of each one to see if he had the time off to catch her performance. Whether Hikaru was luck or not didn't concern him. After all, Hikaru is escorting Misa across the globe, looking for any signs of civilization in the big cities. If there are survivors they would inform them that there are underground installations available for them where they can have shelter and food. Other officers are covering the Earth as well. Now is the dawn of reconstructing the Earth.
"Lord Breetai," Exedore spoke up as he stepped into the Zentraedi's room in the asylum.
"Enter, Exedore," Breetai's voice said from the darkness of his chamber.
The two aliens have been granted passage to Earth for the duration of the hearings. Last minute preparations were made on converting an old hangar into an adequate living space for the giant sized guests.
"Lord Breetai, I have news from your fleet that Dolza has regrouped his forces. He has an elite fleet issued to him by the Marduk and they shall be ready to punish all of us for our defiance. I fear that we can not escape from Dolza this time as we did last time," Exedore said.
Breetai recalled his escape from Dolza vividly. After recalling his fighters back to their ships, Breetai moved his ships in a manner to block Dolza's fleet from pursuing the Macross. Breetai had won the favor of his crew by playing for them the audio of Minmei's song. Dolza had given Breetai only one warning to return to formation, but it had fallen of deaf ears. Breetai had overridden the weapon systems of his entire fleet and fired upon Dolza's ships with everything he had. Dolza had taken a serious beating. After all, Breetai had control of half of the armada with his fleet alone. Dolza had to retreat and regroup with his ships far beyond the solar system. Breetai had then spent the time to win over the majority of his crew in protecting the micronians by explaining how they are indeed Protoculture.
And now Breetai's fleet hangs in orbit over Earth along with UN Spacy ARMD platforms and other Earth vessels supplied by the Lunar Base and from Earth installations from Montana, Alaska, the Soviet Block, and the Asian Sector. So far Breetai's fleet has posed no threat.
"We must inform the micronians of the impending danger that is coming, an elite fleet of High Commanders will be a great battle indeed," Breetai, a High Commander himself, said. He knew the danger an entire fleet of High Commanders can pose. There will be countless ships all with one intent, to destroy the micronian homeworld.
"From my estimations we have one cycle before Dolza's arrival," Exedore added.
At the next hearing, the Zentraedi had informed the people of Earth that a powerful force is coming. Thousands upon thousands of ships are expected to swarm around the Earth and they have but one intention, to obliterate all life here by laying the planet to dust. A call to arms is issued as the SDF Macross is ordered to enter battle once more. However, this time the ship will be stripped of its civilian sector; the entire city will be removed. Replacing the miniature city will be war machines of all make and type. From the sound of things, this shall be the final battle between the aliens and humans.
Beneath the surface of North America the travelers of the Macross were reunited with their friends, families, and loved ones. Well, some were. Some had found out that during the alien occupancy, during the war above, many civilians found themselves the victims of a warrior's fate. Among those heartbroken victims was Dave Monroe.
The first thing Dave did, after finding out that his father is unaccounted for was drink himself into a stupor. This led to days of solitude during his long awaited shore leave. He had been stationed to a cell in the Montana Base and in it he remained and drank. He would fall asleep by blacking out and wake up the next day to do it all over again. Messages began to pile up on his answering machine. He stopped erasing them and let them fill up the machine's space. He would have visitors come knocking on his cell door but he ignored them or in his more surly states he would tell them to go away and leave him alone.
Today, however, he was out of booze. He had to go out to the shop and pick some more up. He managed to dress himself in some old and tired clothes which needed a wash or two and then stepped out of his cell. The artificial sunlight was too intense for his liquor-blistered eyes at first and he shielded them with the back of his hand until he began to adjust. His head swooned and spun with every step and he had to stop by a waste android to vomit into it once or twice. Everything looked hazy and unreal to him and he had no recollection of the figure approaching him.
"Jesus, Dave, you look like shit," Luke said as he held out his arm to help stand his friend upright again.
Dave was too week to address his best friend and just stood there in his stupor.
"I've been trying to contact you for days, man, didn't you get my messages," Luke asked.
"I erased them," Dave gurgled and tried to stand on his own once more.
"Dave, I think you need a medic, you smell like you've been drinking for days. It's a wonder you're not dead yet," Luke said as he grabbed Dave by both shoulders.
"Get the fuck off of me," Dave spat out. A stream of spittle fell over his unshaven chin. Where he was once clean cut, Dave now wears a shaggy beard.
"I know you're hurt right now. I feel bad that your father's missing, it's possible he might have ended up in another installation," Luke began, "drinking yourself to death is not an answer here. Be alive for him, dammit. Do it for me, do it for the boys, do it for Mimi."
"Don't you ever mention her name again," Dave screamed and backed away from Luke. He stumbled over some discarded junk on the floor and fell right on his back with a hard thump.
Luke stood above his friend, shaking his head in disbelief. Down below is a shell of a man that use to be his best friend. All the memories the two had together. The training they went through together, the battles they had fought side by side in. Now, the man that was once Dave is now nothing more than another drunken victim of pain and suffering that this war had brought to nearly everybody on Earth.
Dave lay huddled on the floor, crying openly. The pain of the world filled his being. The suffers of war, the loss of love, the loss of his only family, everything forced all of the inner most demons of his screaming to the surface all at once. Dave has been broken and he had felt the fall. He has hit rock bottom and there was no net to catch him. Nothing exists now but pain and suffering.
Luke helped his friend up and drew him in close. He embraced Dave and allowed his friend to feel vulnerable for that time. Luke had become the strong one where he had thought all this time that Dave had always been the better between the two of them. And now, in his time of need Luke was there to help put the pieces back together again.
"It's all right, man, it's all right. We're almost done with this war, the MBS news announced that Captain Gloval has met with the heads of the UN. In these next weeks the defecting aliens will address that they are ending their feud with Earth. We'll pull through. We'll put things together again. It will be all right once more," Luke assured his huddled friend who buried his face in his shoulder, crying with all the pain of the world.
"Let's get you something to eat," Luke then said once Dave began to calm down. The dark haird man looked up with red eyes and nodded. He drew the back of his hand across his eyes and nose, his beard was soaked and he wiped it dry too.
The two companions made their way into the heart of this city under the Earth to find a nice resturaunt.
As the next week rolled over Dave found himself more like he once was. Strong, brave, and confident. He had been watching the updates on the Earth/Zentraedi Armistice. Apparently a great number of aliens are defecting from their government. As it is turning out, the only reason why this war even started was that the aliens were meant to retrieve the Macross. As they came into the solar system, the main guns reflexively fired out into the far reaches of space. The aliens took this as an offense and felt that the ship still contained a rogue crew which had stolen the Macross in the first place. With that taken into consideration the aliens, Zentraedi, launched a full out attack on the crew of the Macross so that they can retrieve the ship for their masters. The spokesperson for the Zentraedi is a war beaten veteran named Breetai, former High Commander of a Galactic Empire which belongs to his former masters. Delegations of an alliance will be going on for some time. Breetai expresses that he and many like him no longer wishes any harm to humans and speaks of an exodus of his kind to Earth.
Dave watched the news with strong interest. He would sit there in his bed and watch it for hours while stroking his newly trimmed beard which he decided to keep. He also became more social again and began to invite people over to his cell. Every now and then Luke would come over, along with Max and Ben.
"Will you imagine that, this whole war was fought over one big misunderstanding," Max said with a bit of a smile creasing across his lips.
"Do you think they'll allow these aliens to emigrate here," Luke asked.
"I hope not, after what they've done," Dave responded. Over the hearings and all of the past Dave had had with the Zentraedi, he came up with his own opinions, and they are no alien shall be trusted and he'll be damned if the UN allows those giants to emigrate here on Earth.
"Dave, you have to believe that these Zentraedi are similar to us in a way. They were soldiers too in the same silly little war we fought in, we are equals," Max began. This had always been their favorite debate. Max envisions a world where humans and Zentraedi can coexist and learn from each other where Dave thinks that these aliens should go back to where they came from and pretend that the two races never met each other.
"All right you two, not again," Luke began, "you two go at it every night. Who's up for pizza and cards?"
"Count me in," Ben spoke up. There was little surprise that he wouldn't pass up dinner.
"I'm in. Besides, tonight's broadcast is nearly over. Let me see what else is on," Dave said as he flipped through the few stations on his remote.
"Hey, keep it there, isn't that Minmei," Max asked as Dave came across a music station.
The four friends watched the video and sure enough it was Minmei on the screen. She was singing one of her little numbers from Miss Macross. It seems as if she had made some waves here on Earth and her music is being released en mass.
As soon as her song was over a video DJ came on and talked about Minmei's album, Do You Remember the Moment Our Eyes Met For the First Time. On top of that he mentioned that she will be performing at the Montana Installation Stadium some time real soon.
"That Hikru is a very lucky guy," Ben mentioned.
"Boy, you said it," Luke added.
Dave just sat there, looking at the screen where they had an image of Minmei for her upcoming concert. Dates streamed over to the side for when she will be singing and Dave made note of each one to see if he had the time off to catch her performance. Whether Hikaru was luck or not didn't concern him. After all, Hikaru is escorting Misa across the globe, looking for any signs of civilization in the big cities. If there are survivors they would inform them that there are underground installations available for them where they can have shelter and food. Other officers are covering the Earth as well. Now is the dawn of reconstructing the Earth.
"Lord Breetai," Exedore spoke up as he stepped into the Zentraedi's room in the asylum.
"Enter, Exedore," Breetai's voice said from the darkness of his chamber.
The two aliens have been granted passage to Earth for the duration of the hearings. Last minute preparations were made on converting an old hangar into an adequate living space for the giant sized guests.
"Lord Breetai, I have news from your fleet that Dolza has regrouped his forces. He has an elite fleet issued to him by the Marduk and they shall be ready to punish all of us for our defiance. I fear that we can not escape from Dolza this time as we did last time," Exedore said.
Breetai recalled his escape from Dolza vividly. After recalling his fighters back to their ships, Breetai moved his ships in a manner to block Dolza's fleet from pursuing the Macross. Breetai had won the favor of his crew by playing for them the audio of Minmei's song. Dolza had given Breetai only one warning to return to formation, but it had fallen of deaf ears. Breetai had overridden the weapon systems of his entire fleet and fired upon Dolza's ships with everything he had. Dolza had taken a serious beating. After all, Breetai had control of half of the armada with his fleet alone. Dolza had to retreat and regroup with his ships far beyond the solar system. Breetai had then spent the time to win over the majority of his crew in protecting the micronians by explaining how they are indeed Protoculture.
And now Breetai's fleet hangs in orbit over Earth along with UN Spacy ARMD platforms and other Earth vessels supplied by the Lunar Base and from Earth installations from Montana, Alaska, the Soviet Block, and the Asian Sector. So far Breetai's fleet has posed no threat.
"We must inform the micronians of the impending danger that is coming, an elite fleet of High Commanders will be a great battle indeed," Breetai, a High Commander himself, said. He knew the danger an entire fleet of High Commanders can pose. There will be countless ships all with one intent, to destroy the micronian homeworld.
"From my estimations we have one cycle before Dolza's arrival," Exedore added.
At the next hearing, the Zentraedi had informed the people of Earth that a powerful force is coming. Thousands upon thousands of ships are expected to swarm around the Earth and they have but one intention, to obliterate all life here by laying the planet to dust. A call to arms is issued as the SDF Macross is ordered to enter battle once more. However, this time the ship will be stripped of its civilian sector; the entire city will be removed. Replacing the miniature city will be war machines of all make and type. From the sound of things, this shall be the final battle between the aliens and humans.