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"Praise the Queen indeed," Neqel muttered as the alien...pet...female...whatever Unit One was flew them into peril. At least Unit One was highly mobile. The discovery of a slain Zeki-Zentraedi only made this Meltrandi smile grimly. Perhaps the usual Southern Cross soldier would ask questions...

Clinging to the back of a giant insect was not how Neqel expected to spend her leave today. When Unit One rotated its head like a mecha with 360 degree rotation, the Meltrandi had to remind herself that she was supposed to be used to creatures like this doing things like that. Her first...

Arguing with the insect seemed beside the point. It clearly had its mind made up and, now that she'd committed to the deception, the most probable path to victory lay in keeping with the plan. The less she did to make it suspicious, the more likely she'd live through this. Or at least get...

"I recognize myself just fine," Neqel states, with no small amount of irritation. When the alien studied her in silence, she studied the alien in silence. The base wasn't that interesting after all, likely conforming to one of two dozen or so typical floor-plans based on mission parameters and...

"Ordered per...Mistress?" Neqel parses that bit of detail and then listens thoughtfully to the rest of the alien's message. Twenty years ago, she'd have ignored the creature and left. Possibly killed it just in case the Robotech Masters wanted it dead. Richard had left one lasting legacy in...

Madness. Voices in her head? Must be madness. A genetic defect perhaps, as Meltrandi didn't suffer from fragile psychological conditions like the Micronians did. But then, Meltrandi didn't suffer from genetic defects either. Failure had been bred out of her clone-seed line millennia ago...

There was nothing to be done about the gas. Meltrandi weren't trained for biological warfare; none of their enemies had ever used such methods given battles were done mostly in space and exclusively in mecha or powered armor. The sheer volume of the spray meant there was little to be gained in...

The insult of Zentraedi males means nothing to Neqel. She bears their insult, their dismissal of her with grinding patience. Had she a weapon, they wouldn't live to continue their slanderous remarks. But there were three, all full-size, all armed while she was alone, Micronized and unarmed...

Neqel Amherst The solitude of the old bus stop was refreshing, much to the Maltrendi's surprise. But then, she'd spent most of the last three years constantly in Micronian company. Whether in the barracks, in PT or training or in the field, her time alone had been virtually nonexistent. Not...

Vignettes of a Civilized Zentradi #6 2028 "Kelly! Look at you!" Neqel smiled at the familiar yet absent voice of her best friend, Charlotte Miller. Woodlawn Baptist Church in Crestwood still had some minutes to go before services started but the place had already half filled with people...

Vignettes of a Civilized Zentradi #5 2027 "No way they're yours." Neqel smiled fondly at the picture of her children, normally tucked away in an inside pocket of her duty fatigues. Nicely enough, the CBR Mk. 2 Light Field Armor she wore had the same pocket. Glancing over at Private John...

Vignettes of a Civilized Zentradi #4 2026 "Fall in!" And Neqel was the first into formation. The Tactical Corp recruit duty uniform she wore was nondescript, but not much different than the flight suit she'd worn when piloting her Queadluun-Rau. It was stiff, though, possibly due to disuse...

Vignettes of a Civilized Zentradi #3 2025 The war was nearly over. Neqel knelt in the chair next to her husband Richard's hospice bed, legs tucked beneath her, one hand entertwined with his. The other hand held a copy of the Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock. Why Richard cared for the poet was...

Vignettes of a Civilized Zentradi #2 2025 "Is it just you tonight, Kelly?" Neqel managed a smile for Charlotte Miller. Her oldest son Nathan was best friends with Charlotte's daughter Ivy. Micronian mating patterns were still something of a mystery to Neqel, despite thirteen years of living...

Vignettes of a Civilized Zentradi #1 2024 "Excuse me, Mrs. Amherst?" "Principal Samson, it's a pleasure to meet you." Neqel raised an eyebrow at the surprise on the man's face when she offered her hand to shake. Hand-shaking was a Micronian custom. Why wasn't he receptive? "You're, ah...

Neqel Amherst Rank: Corporal OCC: Tactical Corp (Recon Patrol MOS / Guerrilla Warfare specialist) Level: 1 Alignment: Scrupulous Race: Meltrandi Sex: Female Age: 78 Build: Athletic and fit Height: 6'1" Weight: 160 lbs IQ: 18 (+4% to all skills) ME: 14 MA: 12 PS: 33 (+18 to damage) PP: 20 (+3...