12-20-2006, 06:34 PM
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Robotech. The series belongs to Harmony Gold. However, i do own a lot of Robotech merchandise, including all three story arcs on DVD along with several Valkyrie models.
Basic plot: Max Sterling is one of the Robotech Defense Force's best pilots. Miriya Parino is the best combat pilot in the Zentraedi Armada. What happens when these two warriors meet each other on the field of battle?
FIREFLIES IN SUMMER
Aboard the Dosjoneau, a Queadol-Magdomilla - class Battlecruiser - flagship of the Seventh Mechanized Division of the Botoru Battalion, holding geo-synchronous orbit above the third planet of the Solar System.
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"How dare you question my leadership abilities?" Khyron snarled at the person on the project-beam. This impudent wench was actually holding doubts about his ability to command? The man standing on the command deck was practically vibrating with rage, incensed that here was yet another questioning him, challenging him, doubting him and his ability to command his fleet and control his men.
After his earlier chastising at the hands of Azonia, here was another of her kind daring to belittle his leadership skills. It just wasn't fair at all.
He had been leading men into battle after glorious battle for countless hundreds of years, accumulating numerous victories for the Robotech Masters and insuring the Zentraedi's place in the history of the universe as warriors.
Still, there are those that doubted.
Why? Because he believed in doing things his own way, in his own time? Or was he under constant scrutiny because he refused to bow to Breetai and Azonia's twisted logic? As long as he was loyal to the Zentraedi Imperative, then what did it matter how it was carried out? He was never one for following orders, as his long and glorious past will proclaim. He will continue to do what he deemed necessary and to the burning firepits of Perytonia with Dolza, Breetai, Azonia, Exedore and anyone else that has a problem with the way he commands his ship and men.
Especially her.
Silently, he willed himself to calm down, fighting back his anger and contemplating his current situation. Lately, he had been faced with more than his usual share of insubordination and stubbornness. Not surprising, considering his forces had been constantly out maneuvered and humiliated by the inhabitants of Zor's battlefortress. These Micronians have had the advantage in every situation.
Every time he had engaged the battlefortress in battle, he had been constantly outwitted, outmaneuvered and outgunned.
This could not continue. His men needed a clear victory over the Micronians or he must prepare to deal ruthlessly with his men in order to keep control. Regardless of the cost, his will must never be questioned. And normally, it would not. His men and those of other fleets, thought more then twice before confronting him or questioning him
Basic plot: Max Sterling is one of the Robotech Defense Force's best pilots. Miriya Parino is the best combat pilot in the Zentraedi Armada. What happens when these two warriors meet each other on the field of battle?
FIREFLIES IN SUMMER
Aboard the Dosjoneau, a Queadol-Magdomilla - class Battlecruiser - flagship of the Seventh Mechanized Division of the Botoru Battalion, holding geo-synchronous orbit above the third planet of the Solar System.
==
"How dare you question my leadership abilities?" Khyron snarled at the person on the project-beam. This impudent wench was actually holding doubts about his ability to command? The man standing on the command deck was practically vibrating with rage, incensed that here was yet another questioning him, challenging him, doubting him and his ability to command his fleet and control his men.
After his earlier chastising at the hands of Azonia, here was another of her kind daring to belittle his leadership skills. It just wasn't fair at all.
He had been leading men into battle after glorious battle for countless hundreds of years, accumulating numerous victories for the Robotech Masters and insuring the Zentraedi's place in the history of the universe as warriors.
Still, there are those that doubted.
Why? Because he believed in doing things his own way, in his own time? Or was he under constant scrutiny because he refused to bow to Breetai and Azonia's twisted logic? As long as he was loyal to the Zentraedi Imperative, then what did it matter how it was carried out? He was never one for following orders, as his long and glorious past will proclaim. He will continue to do what he deemed necessary and to the burning firepits of Perytonia with Dolza, Breetai, Azonia, Exedore and anyone else that has a problem with the way he commands his ship and men.
Especially her.
Silently, he willed himself to calm down, fighting back his anger and contemplating his current situation. Lately, he had been faced with more than his usual share of insubordination and stubbornness. Not surprising, considering his forces had been constantly out maneuvered and humiliated by the inhabitants of Zor's battlefortress. These Micronians have had the advantage in every situation.
Every time he had engaged the battlefortress in battle, he had been constantly outwitted, outmaneuvered and outgunned.
This could not continue. His men needed a clear victory over the Micronians or he must prepare to deal ruthlessly with his men in order to keep control. Regardless of the cost, his will must never be questioned. And normally, it would not. His men and those of other fleets, thought more then twice before confronting him or questioning him