Robotech - Tales of the RDF

[Epiphany]

Corporal Zaile Alencar


Preempted by the enthusiastic Micronian, Zaile is knocked to the floor and smoothered. The surprise ambush of affection prompts one of the most atypical responses known to any Zentraedi; a fit of giggles. Even Zaile looks astonished at the reaction, though every Zentraedi exposed to Micronian culture seems to pick up some of their quirks sooner or later.


"You-" At last the blue-haired woman pauses and processes what Elyana's just said. Then she beams. "I was just going to ask you to do that! We just need to pac-" And again her words trail off as she sees her wife is already packed and ready to go. Then she squints suspiciously at Elyana. "You're awfully prescient. You're not a Robotech Master, are you? You don't look like a Master..."


Then she grins and kisses the other woman soundly. "Of course I came back. I was bred for battle. What's more, you give me a reason to fight no Malcontent has. So long as I know you love me, none can match my ferocity for none can hold me back from returning to your arms, meu Bela Flor."


"No need to pack just yet, though. We don't have leave papers. I think Taniya is getting them for us. Oh, where? Rio! For a week!" Excited once more, Zaile turns her attention to the spread out clothes on the bed and starts pointing. "Though since you've already laid out clothes, perhaps we can choose some together? I wonder what the weather will be like. I want to visit the beach!"

 

[Purr]

Staff Sergeant Taniya


"Consider my squad and me interested, captain. 1300 hours tomorrow it is." After saluting the captain after his dismissal, Taniya takes the next available moments to inform her team of their departure hour.


After this is done, she finds herself in front of a computer terminal examining swimsuit after swimsuit. It seemed the closer to Rio she got on her web searches, the more daring the outfits became. Many a time odd thoughts march steadily into her mind. "Do I want to wear that? Is that practical? How is something that small still considered clothing? I have seen medical compresses with more material."


Taniya comes to a conclusion - the chances of Anton-17 having things like these for procurement were likely slim to nearly none (much like the bikini material in question). It was probably best to find swimwear once in Rio where she could see first-hand what these outfits were really like. Certainly, on a trip like this, this would likely be the only the first of many a strange thing to discover.


And if the whole situation somehow all fell to disaster, she could playfully blame her honored Lord Breetai for taking Taniya, Zaile, and his other Zentraedi to this mystifying oddball planet in the first place...

 

[Sherwood]

With the bags packed and ready to go, the Red Panda Squadron climbs on board a helicopter for a short flight to a larger base that has a regular airfield, where you transfer over to a cargo plane converted to passenger use. Barbara is practically giddy with the thought of the upcoming vacation, and seems to be keeping her seat only because she has to strap in for takeoff. Doug is more laid back; his thought is, "I can get drunk and laid in just about any city. Rio is no big deal." The two seem to be on better terms now that Doug has had a chance to talk to Barbara and apologize for his inappropriate comments earlier. They are talking to each other some, which is a big step for the stubborn young woman that is known for being able to carry a grudge like nobody's business.


After a relatively short flight, the jet signals that it is making final approach to the airport in Rio, and to please strap in for landing. A nice and smooth touchdown marks your arrival in the shining jewel of South America, one of the few cities that came through the orbital bombardment with minimal damage and loss of life.


Once you get off the transport jet and make your way into the terminal, you join a small crowd of people working their way to the baggage claim to recover you stuff. One airport pretty much looks like another, but that doesn't curb Barbara's enthusiasm for being here. "Too bad we are not here during Marti Gras. From what I've seen on tv, that is one hell of a party that fills the whole city! Still, I've been looking at some of the sights to see around here, and there are many great places for a bunch of grunts to take a good look at and unwind. Taniya, this will be a great way for you to experience a different side of human culture."


Doug lets out a bark of laughter. "Hell, Babs. You'll be seeing a whole new slice of human culture that none of us have seen before. Look at me; I'm as white as a sheet and walk with the bearing of a military man. Obviously I'm not a local."


She sticks her tongue out at the other pilot. "Stinker. Yes, I'm a naïve tourist, and we all stick out. But we are not the only military people here. Rio is popular with the RDF forces to use for R and R."


One thing that marks Barbara as being in the military is the relatively new presence of a pistol strapped to her hip, a 9mm semi auto Glock that she has picked up for her personal use. Considering how innocent she was when she first met everyone of the Pandas, this is a big step for her. She takes a deep breath and snags her bag from the turnstile, "Lets get to the hotel. I want to shower and freshen up before going out to dinner."

 

[Epiphany]

Corporal Zaile Alencar


If Barbara is practically giddy at the thought of vacation, Zaile is actually giddy. She looks wide-eyed out the helicopter during the transit to the airport and spends at least a part of the airplane ride to Rio literally vibrating in her chair at one point. But then, this is an opportunity to see somewhere familiar, at least for Elyana. After all, the Alencar family was from Brazil as was Elyana herself originally. Though this was the first time they'd been back since they'd gotten together and the the distribution of Elyana's surviving extended family made more sense on paper than it did actually picturing them given how little of South America the Zentraedi woman had personally seen.


Would she meet family? Given how bad civilian communication was, and how limited transportation was in the post-Zentraedi Holocaust era, probably not. Still, she could hope!


At the tourist conversation between Doug and Barbara, Zaile glances at her wife. "I'm new to this city too but maybe my Bela Flor is not? I was so excited to go on this trip, I didn't even ask you."


Also armed, Zaile takes up her usual role as the pack mule of her marriage, lifting one massive duffel with her things over one shoulder and hoisting Elyana's bag with the other arm. Her eyes switch back and forth between her squad and her wife. Clearly she feels pulled in two directions. And so she turns beautiful pale blue eyes on Elyana Alencar in hopes her spouse will state an opinion and decide the matter.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"What kind of place we going were we got to freshen up?" Connor asked as he pulled his duffel bag off. He had a backpack already strapped on his back, where one would expect to find a backpack, and a large knife on his waist. Not much compared to a gun, but they were on vacation. And how he saw it, you don't need a gun on vacation.


"Is it one of those places where they give you a mouthful of what uou ordered and they expect a tip for doing their job? Screw that, take me someplace where I get an actual meal, not just a snack." It was obvious what he thought of places like that, where food was an "art" that you paid a ridicuulous price for and eat very little of.


And he wasn't much for sight seeing either. He'd enjoy seeing something he sees on tv, but he wasn't one to sit there for to long and take pictures of the thing. And don't get him started on planned scheduals for a trip, those took the fun right out of it. Flying by the seat of your pants, that's how a vacation to a foreign place should be.

 

[Sherwood]

Elyana squeezes her wife's hand and nods. "I've been to Rio a few times, enough to know a few out-of-the-way places that might be just what we're looking for. I know a great restaurant that we just have to go to while we're here; I remember getting some of the best margaritas there. Just the thing to unwind with after a day at the beach. Brazil has some of the best beaches, and I fully plan on taking advantage of them to get my Bela Flor and myself a great tan!" She snuggles up next to Zaile and gives her a peck on the cheek. "You'll love it here, I promise!"


Barbara smiles at the sight of the two lovebirds. "I have found a restaurant and nightclub nearby our hotel that has great reviews on the internet. I want to get some great food, a few ice cold drinks in me, then hit the dance floor until the wee hours of the morning. The plan then is to take Taniya shopping for a swimsuit to make all the boys drool and the girls jealous, then we hit the beach. So Connor, are you going to be a grumpy bug the whole time, or are you going to loosen up and have some fun with us?"

 

[Soviet Panda]

Connor stood up a bit straighter, gathering the meager amount of dignity he had around him. "It'll take a few drinks, but I think I might be able to loosen up a tad." That, and the prospect of seeing the girls in swimsuits was rather appealing. What? He can enjoy looking at them as much as a stranger can. Besides, he mostly saw them in either their military uniforms or in a giant war machine gunning down Malcontents. So it would be nice to see them in something else.

 

[Purr]

Staff Sergeant Taniya


The Zentraedi ace allows herself a grin of satisfaction; whatever happens on this trip, her people seem to be ready to enjoy themselves. Tolson had a new pistol upon her hip and Taniya, after some thought, had visited Anton-17's armory and returned with a pair of new 12.7mm pistols, one with its typical ammunition, the other with the higher-grade shells. While such weapons were low on the technological scale and could not compare in ease of use, accuracy, killing power, and intimidation power of say, a particle beam weapon, it was Taniya's way of attempting to embrace culture.


After 27 years of bloody battles, here and in space, this whole idea of culture was truly a new frontier to her. She found herself constantly reminding herself to believe in Lord Breetai's judgment when he decided to ally with the Earth forces, and also never to discount the effect this culture had upon Zaile and Zentraedi like her. As far as Taniya was concerned, Zaile had been a transformed woman after her relationship with her Bela Flor and it seemed the effect would be lifelong. This was a happiness Taniya greatly desired for Zaile, for while Zaile was a proven warrior, she had the largest heart of any being Taniya had ever encountered. If this human culture so pleased her that she would marry into it, Taniya could only be truly happy for Zaile for having found such contentment in life. This was how Taniya felt then and how she felt now.


As for making boys drool and women jealous, this was something Taniya felt she had to address. And now.


Taniya frowns, confused. "Tolson, why is it that I should desire such attention from these Rio humans? I receive enough immature looks and emotions just about every time I exercise in RDF workout areas. I find it annoying and beneath me to endure." Taniya pauses in thought and cracks her knuckles. "Ah! Unless, of course, you are attempting to set such human women to such a rage as to attack me? Perhaps wearing this 'bikini' indicates a contest of sorts? If so, how wonderful! Zaile, we can battle to bloodiness and glory while improving our skills!" Taniya rubs her able hands together. "While I have killed women of my own kind, I have hardly squared off against human female warriors, especially in hand-to-hand combat. Tolson, is this your intent? If so, I stand ready." Fists clenched eagerly, Taniya's grin shows itself again, this time along with a look of anticipation.


Taniya turns to the rest of the team. "I am also eager to go shopping. I believe I have found a style of bikini that pleases me. I will try to find it and wear it. I would then your opinions as well, my Red Pandas. This culture of yours... it represents an entirely new frontier for me. Through it, I would expand myself."

 

[Epiphany]

Corporal Zaile Alencar


@Sherwood


Elyana's suggestion of margaritas brings a habitual frown to Zaile's face. Not that she'll turn one down in her wife's company. But those odd alcoholic beverages, if consumed in enough quantities, produced a dizzying effect not unlike how Micronian customs had first felt to Zentraedi warriors. While culture shock had opened her peoples' eyes, it wasn't exactly comfortable and neither was the feeling of being drunk. Even being buzzed felt...odd.


The prospect of a tan on the beach brings a smile back to the blue-haired woman's face and she visibly beams when kissed on the cheek by Elyana. "Already do, beautiful girl."


When Barbara Tolson makes her suggestions, Zaile bobs her head agreeably. "I like dancing!"


@Beowulf


Connor's rising dignity makes the Zentraedi woman smile. "I promise, you'll have fun with us. Years among Micronians have taught me that people who play together work better together too! Besides, at least you know us and know we'll watch your back in somewhere new. Surely we'll be better company than being by yourself?"


@Dannigan


Zaile just stares at her commanding officer a bit incredulously. Then she brightens as she latches on to one particular aspect to Taniya's little speech.


"Sir, the bikini does indeed indicate a contest of sorts. Micronian female warriors practice an ancient, legendary form of ritualized combat. While it is less lethal than our own sparring, given they can't clone themselves as we can, it is a genuine test of skill, stamina and coordination. It will test you and try you as you square off against their finest warriors in hot environmental conditions under the pitless scrutiny of dozens of witnesses who will cheer your foe and mock your failures. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally arduous, this most insidious of Micronian training methods. If you wish to engage in this ritual contest, know that I will go into battle with you and together we will show the Micronians our true worth!"


Having made her speech, Zaile leans in towards her wife and whispers loudly enough for the rest of the squad to hear: "Bela Flor, make sure we get a volleyball."

 

[Sherwood]

Barbara lets out a small sigh. "I keep forgetting that human sayings are all new to you. What I was trying to say is that you are . . . quite attractive, and there are times that it is nice to be desired by others in a sexual manner. If you wear a sexy outfit, you will garner the attention of onlookers because you are so nice looking and with your very distinctive blue skin and hair. You'll stand out from the crowd. It is a unpleasant fact that some women get jealous of the looks of other women, and that is what I was suggesting will happen by my comment of 'making the ladies jealous'. It was meant to be a complement to you. It was never intended to get you into a fight with someone else, unless, of course, they do something to deserve getting a smack down. I hate to disappoint you, but that will probably not happen, unless you find a gym and do some sparring with someone."


Doug rolls his eyes. "I guess it doesn't matter what race the woman comes from. The love of shopping is universal! Hey, no hitting! It was just a joke! Sheesh!" He smiles and runs his fingers through his hair. "I gotta admit, I want to update my wardrobe to be ready for clubbing action. I also see that I have lost some weight since the last time I wore my swimsuit."

 

[Kaerri]

Sergeant Eadric Braidwood, Field Scientist


For most of the trip, Eadric simply listens to the others, by turns amused and bemused. The social actions of human women (all right, all women, most likely) aren't something he's ever found easy to understand, so he stays quiet while Zaile and Barbara explain.


He glances over at Doug when he mentions updating his wardrobe. "Hmm... I don't think I brought anything for clubbing either. I'm not sure I own any nightclub clothes." He's currently dressed in khakis and a dark green polo shirt, which is about as informal as the squad has seen him in so far (albeit mostly they've been in uniform, etc.). Following the example of the others, his own pistol rides on his hip, though he doesn't expect to need it in Rio, of all places. It does seem to make their leader more comfortable, though.


He brightens when Zaile mentions the volleyball. "Great idea! Count me in if you want any help from 'mere males.' We can practice against each other until we're ready to take on challengers."

 

[Sherwood]

With your bags in tow, you hail a cab large enough to fit all of you in it and have it take you to the hotel that Capt Marx said was friendly to servicemen and women coming to get some of the front line dust kicked off their shoes.


Do you guys share rooms (separate genders, of course) or do you each get your own rooms? You have enough money saved up to afford it. I assume that either way Zaile will be bunking with Elyana, but what about Doug, Barbara, Eadric, Connor and Taniya?


The hotel is not flashy, but does have a certain style to it that makes you pleased with the choice to stay here. A pleasant man at the front counter gets your reservations called up on his computer and in short order gives you your electronic keys for your rooms. Before going up in the elevator, Barbara checks her watch. "Ok, it's 1600 now (4 pm for those not familiar with the 24 hour clock). Let's take a few to get some things unpacked and I for one need a shower. I say we meet down in the bar by 1700. That gives an hour for everyone to get ready. Sounds good to all?"

 

[Epiphany]

Corporal Zaile Alencar


Tolson's observations on their commander's physical charms lift one of Zaile's eyebrows. But she glances at Elyana for confirmation. Micronian sexuality was profoundly confusing after all. Staying with your own gender was the norm for Zentraedi, to the point that men and women rarely met much less socialized. It was the opposite for most Micronians, though, and exposure to the people of Earth had gradually taught Zaile how rare someone like her wife was. Elyana had once explained that 'gay' Micronians had a special inborn sense that was undetectable but also somewhat fallible, allowing them to detect the presence of other Micronians who also preferred their same gender. Perhaps her wife's supernatural senses could tell the truth of the communication officer's intent, later, when Zaile could talk privately with her wife. Years among Micronians had also taught her these kinds of topics were not something discussed in public.


Doug's comment brings a grin to the blue-haired woman's face. "Shopping is great fun! For my people, we're issued everything we need. Having choices, options, a variety to choose from and the choice up to us? How could that not be fun?"


@Kaerri


The unit's science and medical officer's comment about his lack of clothes draws a critical eye from the Zentraedi woman. "Speaking of shopping, perhaps we should get appropriate clothes for clubbing then. You can try them on and we can tell you if they're aesthetically pleasing!"


Eadric's offer of practice results in Zaile scratching her chin in thought. "It's a good idea. Our commander should have the opportunity to master the basics before putting herself in the crucible of public opinion during a tournament match. Consider yourself drafted, Sergeant!" She smiles playfully, her tone light and teasing given he outranks her.


@Sherwood


Tolson's suggestion of meeting back at 1700 is well received by Zaile, who nods enthusiastically before hefting the combined luggage of the couple and making beckoning sounds in the direction of her wife, eager as she is to see their hotel room. At least Zaile thought they were beckoning noises. She'd observed a number of Micronian children making similar sounds, which usually prompted their parents to get up and either follow their offspring or see what they were doing. Making those same sounds at Elyana typically made her wife laugh and seemed to lure her as well. It was a mystery still, to Zaile, why she didn't see more people use those vocalizations to summon the interest of those around them.


Upon reaching her hotel room, Zaile unpacks swiftly and efficiently while Elyana has a chance to relax in bed. And then she crooks a finger at her wife and beckons her into the shower before the pair need to change and meet back up in the lobby.

 

[Purr]

Staff Sergeant Taniya


Taniya is feeling amused as the Red Panda Squadron enters the hotel. The whole idea of "leave" on this level is a new experience, especially this being the first with her team. Zentraedi did not get leave time per se; every day was meant for wartime. This was life for Taniya.


Once inside the hotel, Taniya does what comes naturally for her - she discreetly but thoroughly examines every possible defensive position, exit, and tactical angle in the building as if it were a soon-to-be battleground. She does this not out of paranoia, but simply to keep her warrior's awareness sharp. After all, old habits helped one grow old. It was similar to when they had first arrived at Anton-17 and she made a point of getting to know the place thoroughly, for lack of knowledge could most definitely get you and yours killed. That her fellows did not do as she did in no way bothered the Zentraedi Ace - they were here to enjoy themselves. Beyond the battleground, Taniya knew only the open road and the dance floor as places to release oneself. Her people seemed to think the whole city served this purpose. Taniya, ever new to these things, decided to look and see how well she and Rio de Janeiro got along before she leaped.

When Barbara Tolson makes her suggestions, Zaile bobs her head agreeably. "I like dancing!"

Taniya grins. "I daresay dancing comes naturally to you, Zaile. You possess the required fitness level, the spirit, and the understanding of human music. I cannot, however, make the same statement toward you, Elyana. Perhaps watching the two of you dance together will lay aside all doubt?"

He brightens when Zaile mentions the volleyball. "Great idea! Count me in if you want any help from 'mere males.' We can practice against each other until we're ready to take on challengers."

She nods and loosens up her shoulders. "I look forward to this competition. Win or lose, I will give my best."

Connor stood up a bit straighter, gathering the meager amount of dignity he had around him. "It'll take a few drinks, but I think I might be able to loosen up a tad."

"If it takes a few bar drinks to relax you, then feel free. However," she gives a stern look to all in her squadron, "do not drink so much as to lose control. If I find you intoxicated to the point of humiliating the rest of us, you will be returned to Anton-17 early, alone, and ashamed if you are lucky. On the other hand, this is 'leave' and you are free to be yourselves, enjoy yourselves, and perhaps show me a bit of what that whole lifestyle is all about."


Taniya's order seemed fair enough to her; they were, after all, her Red Panda Squadron. She would unleash furious womanly hell upon any opponents that may come their way so as long as they remained worthy of the name. At this time she had no such worries of anyone in her team, though she remembered well what had happened with Renner. Humans could be so very unpredictable.

Before going up in the elevator, Barbara checks her watch. "Ok, it's 1600 now (4 pm for those not familiar with the 24 hour clock). Let's take a few to get some things unpacked and I for one need a shower. I say we meet down in the bar by 1700. That gives an hour for everyone to get ready. Sounds good to all?"

"A fine idea, Tolson. 1700 hours it is."


Taniya attempts to find her room, which took a little doing, but once she succeeds, she enters it and treats it much the same way she treated her entry into the hotel earlier. After making certain her room is secure, she places her things in an orderly fashion and proceeds to clean up. The first thing that strikes her is the amount of room she is provided. Unlike Zentraedi warships, this looked comfortable. Soft, even. There was soap with strange scents upon it and more towels than she knew what to do with. She wondered if each differently-sized towel indeed had its own purpose. As crude as human water showers were, there was a certain pleasantness to them.


She wondered, was this what "leave" was supposed to feel like?


By 1650 hours, Taniya is downstairs, ready for whatever may come. Each of her new pistols are upon her person, one loaded with its typical ammunition while the other is loaded with the heavier bullets. Her knife and sheath are tucked and hidden in the small of her back. Having them with her lent her a stronger sense of security. She waits in the lobby, sitting casually in a chair while adorned in her military uniform - a black tank top and black camouflage pants with matching tactical boots. The sharp-looking black baseball-style cap on her head is the only item that speaks of a person who is supposed to be enjoying leave time.

 

[Sherwood]

Taniya's keen eyes glance about the hotel lobby as the desk clerk goes through the group, checking you into your rooms one by one. From where you are at the desk, you can see twenty or so people in the lobby area, and from their bearing, general fitness, and, in the case of the men, their haircuts, most of the group you see are military, including a Zentraedi male that is walking through with a couple of other men. None of the people are in uniforms besides the hotel staff, but you do notice that there are four people that are carrying firearms. Pistols only, no rifles in here. All the other vacationers seem to be in good spirits, laughing and having fun, and no one is paying your team any attention.


Up in your rooms, the humans of the team see a fairly typical hotel room, comfortably furnished with tasteful decorations. The Zentraedi see something somewhat different, a plush room with opulent luxury that even a fleet High Lord doesn't have in their own cabins. It takes Taniya a few moments to believe that she is in the right room. Zarine, on the other hand, has a little bit more 'humanizing' from her wife, and as such, is not as surprised at the room, even if it is still quite cushy compared to the military housing she is used to.


Elyana looks about and nods in satisfaction at the room. "This will do just fine. Not that I'm planning on spending much time in the room; there is just too much to do for us to lounge around up here. Lets put a few things away and get cleaned up." As you both strip down and climb into the shower, Elyana muses, "I'm trying to get a read on Barbara and how she feels about your team leader. The more I watch her, the more I can see her seriously crushing on Taniya. Have you seen the way she looks at her? It reminds me of how I used to moon over you until I worked up the courage for that first date. Makes me wonder just how Taniya will respond. After all, a good relationship is a thing of beauty that even a strong-willed Zentraedi can appreicate."


As 1700 rolls closer and closer, everyone makes their way down to the hotel lobby. Taniya is the first one down, and she is quickly followed by the rest of the team. Everyone is looking excited and upbeat, anxious to start the fun of your leave. Doug is out of his uniform in a pair of denim jeans and a polo shirt, and Barbara is looking nice in a little black dress with high heels and her purse over her shoulder. Elyana is dressed in a lightweight blouse and shorts, with a pair of cute pumps on her feet, walking hand-in-hand with Zaile. Barbara has a small tablet in her hands, and turns it to show everyone that it is a map of the city. "The place I was looking at in the map is right around the corner. It has a bunch of good reviews online, and its nearby enough that we can either take a taxi or walk, depending on how we feel by the end of the night." Her smile is wide as she taps the screen to show everyone what she is talking about. "It has a bar and dance floor, so we can get our groove on tonight! What do you think?"

 

[Purr]

Staff Sergeant Taniya


Still recovering from the immense shock of her experience in using her "hotel quarters" (a grandiose palace of a room worthy of the next Zentraedi Emperor, as far as Taniya is concerned), her attempt at appearing casual begins to crack as the Red Panda Squadron joins her. The Zentraedi Ace sits almost-woodenly upright in her chair. She replies, "Is this the part where we need the bikinis? And do the men procure their bikinis in the same place the women do?"


This is as close to stunned as anyone has ever seen her, except for Zaile (who has seen Taniya like this on rare occasions, usually involving human interaction. Like the time, years ago, when Zaile had to explain to Taniya what human children were while those very same children were asking what Taniya and Zaile were. =) ).


Taniya turns to Zaile, looks her in the eye, and slowly states, "Zaile, my room. It is not a room. It smells too nice. There is plenty of warm water. It is too soft. It is a... I do not know what to call it. What do you call it?"

 

[Epiphany]

Corporal Zaile Alencar


Elyana's observations on Tolson and Taniya make Zaile's eyes open up wide. "I thought that might be the case. This 'gaydar' you've spoken of, that properly-behaving Micronians seem to have. Is it contagious? I know I lacked this ability when we first met but it seems that my own supernatural senses are growing the more I'm around you."


Bemused, she kisses her wife affectionately. "I'm glad you did ask for that date. I was still so new to...all this. But you're very right, Bela Flor, a good relationship is more than a thing of beauty. It makes life beautiful, wonderful and many other words that scarcely exist in my language but that I've come to cherish in yours. I was born for battle, my darling, but loving you is what I live for."


"Now we should decide if we tell Taniya and encourage her. Since Barbara Tolson seems to be more traditionally...feminine? And I suspect she's waiting to be asked, rather than ask."


Once down in the lobby, Zaile admires the casual clothes of her squadron. Though she's seen these configurations of garments before, this is the first time she's really seen the people she fights beside dressed down. For her part, Zaile's chosen a pink, polka-dotted summer dress that's light, airy and very femme. Her footwear is a nice pair of black flats, given heels only increases the height gap between her and her wife.


@Dannigan


Taniya's choice of clothing alone brings a look of bewilderment. "Sir, you stand out dressed like that. I'd recommend civilian wardrobe for this mission. Think of it as an infiltration assignment; you have to look the part and blend in to achieve the assigned objectives. I'd suggest a dress, or perhaps something like what Elyana's wearing. If you don't have these things, I'm sure we can quickly get them for you."


At Taniya's question, Zaile smiles slightly. "Bikinis are for ritualistic battle. Also, tanning. We're doing neither tonight. And as for the room, what do I call it?" She sighs slightly and shrugs. "I call it 'for my wife's pleasure'. A Zentraedi warrior needs not this luxury but my Bela Flor certainly enjoys her comfort and I? I enjoy her being comfortable." Her smile widens a little, sympathetically. "Consider it good for morale. Micronians are fierce warriors but sensual people as well. Sharing in their comforts can only help you better understand them and those you lead to victory."

 

[Purr]

Staff Sergeant Taniya


Frowning, Taniya takes a moment to digest this important information. "Ah... Looking the part adds to the value of the recreation. Of course. Unfortunately, I lack civilian attire." Taniya takes a long look at everyone's outfits. When she gets to Zaile's, she shakes her head with an expression that says, "Your choice suits you well, but I cannot bring myself to wear something quite that... girly."


"Gratitude," she nods to Zaile. Then she states to everyone, "I will be fifteen minutes, no more."


Taniya removes herself from the lobby and returns upstairs. Entering the grand palace bedroom that is her quarters, she unlaces her boots and begins changing clothes. Ten minutes later, she returns downstairs wearing a sleeveless metallic blue bodysuit with red racing lines down the sides and a zippered front that starts at her neck and travels down to her belly - one of her workout uniforms. With matching sneakers and her gun belt, she approaches her team and provides a quiet and brief pose. She appears athletically-attractive and quite sure of herself. Then she watches everyone, Zaile and Elyana especially, for their reactions.

Spoiler

(Image credit: www.deviantart.com - Sarah Bryant from the Virtua Fighter series)


While she watches her Red Panda Squadron, Taniya thinks back to Zaile and Taniya's past interactions. These Zentraedi aces have known each other all of Zaile's four years of life. Taniya had trained one Zentraedi female after another in the arts of combat. Never once in that time has Zaile witnessed Taniya express any sort of sexual interest or affection toward any other female. Taniya has only mentioned a curiosity towards men, especially Taniya's role model - Lord Breetai. Zaile would know that as far as Taniya was concerned, Taniya's past twenty-seven years of life have been for one purpose - to serve her lord. It is the same brand of supreme loyalty that would make any 16th-century samurai raise his chin in pride.


Taniya has voiced her admiration toward Lord Breetai many a time, for before the Zentraedi had come to Earth, before the Zentraedi and humans knew one another, there was only the Zentraedi, the Robotech Masters, and their enemies (like the Invid) across the dim and mysterious gulfs of space. Lord Breetai had repeatedly led them to one victory after another and it was his decision that solidified Taniya's own desire to join the RDF. If he returned and bade Taniya to leave into space tomorrow, Taniya would not consider any other reply save, "Your will, my lord."


Though Taniya was and is quite happy for Zaile and Elyana (and doubly happy at their wedding), Taniya has never mentioned any romantic relationships of her own. On the surface, Taniya's attitude toward life is simple - Life is war, war is glory, all else is fleeting. Anything beneath the surface dwells in her heart alone, though if anyone were able to speak with her about it, it would be Zaile and Elyana.


One thing is certain - Zaile would know that Taniya respects the warrior spirit above all others. The faint-hearted and weak of will have no place in her heart, for she volcanically-despises cowards and turncoats. There is only respect for those who bravely follow the callings of their souls, whatever they might be. It does not take a warrior to have a warrior's heart. Exedore was just as potent at his station as Breetai (and Exedore is older, perhaps the oldest Zentraedi of them all!).


Taniya's thoughts return to the present. She realizes she is in something of a pickle - if this outfit did not meet leave-standard, then she was out of luck. All she had was military-style gear and this. However, Taniya is just as confident in her beloved Red Panda Squadron off the battlefield as on - if anyone would show her the right way of things, it would be her squadmates. Those before her have never let her down.

 

[Sherwood]

From the favorable reaction of both Doug and Barbara, it would seem that Taniya's new wardrobe choice is acceptable. Even Elyana nods. Doug gives you a thumbs up, and Barbara nods in satisfaction. She says, "Looking good! Yes, you will look just fine to go out and do some dancing. In the morning we'll help you shop for a good swimsuit for a day at the beach where we can hit the waves and partake of the glory of an epic volleyball match! Let's go!"


Out on the street, the sights, smells, and sounds of Rio at night hit you as you had out the door. It is a very chaotic scene compared to the uniformity of the military bases you are all used to, with the masses of civilians on the street with a few military uniforms mixed in. For the humans, it is a bit less of a shock compared to the Zentraedi on the team, but it is still quite a change.


Heading to the club, you can both hear and feel the heavy bass of the music thumping out on the street. After paying a small cover charge, you get inside to see the whole club lit up by strobes and black lights, and a fog machine putting mist into the air, lit up by laser lights. The club has quite a crowd in it, but it is not so packed that it makes it hard to move around.

 

[Purr]

Staff Sergeant Taniya


After a little stretching, Taniya waits for a song that sounds right. As she does so, she scouts the place out much in the same discreet manner as she did the hotel. Once she hears the right song, she does not hesitate - she steps out onto the dance floor. From there, she dances, one with the rhythm as if she were alone.

Spoiler

Taniya is dancing like this (Shuffle Dance).


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Spoiler

I edited this post to include Taniya's checking out the place. Better safe than sorry. =)

 

[Epiphany]

Corporal Zaile Alencar


Taniya's judgement of Zaile's dress brings a bright pink of embarrassment to the blue-haired woman's cheeks. "It's not! I mean, it's perfectly-" She glances at Elyana, then at Barbara Tolson before finally sighing and says "Fine, it's girly."


The Sergeant's choice of sleeveless bodysuit merits a swift nod of approval. "I hadn't thought of that, sir, but that should do very nicely for clubbing. Good choice!"


As the rest of the Squad approves, though, Zaile's smile slowly slips away and she turns pensive. The Zentraedi knew nothing of these Micronian affectations like wardrobe, dancing and clubs, volleyball and drinks. They knew only war, craved only battle, thought only of victory. And yet watching the older Zentraedi woman's discomfort reminded Zaile of her own lack, of how comfortable all this had become. Her aesthetic appreciation was nearly Micronian in its accuracy. Her own choice of outfit was considered 'girly' and she hadn't thought, hadn't needed to think of how to look feminine for Elyana.


Was she still Zentraedi? Really? Zaile felt Zentraedi, still felt the Imperative when battle was upon them. But so much of her life now was with Micronians, lived the way Micronians lived it. She was married to a Micronian. Perhaps someday they'd have Micronian children as well. In the end, what of her was still truly Zentraedi?


But then she thought of Miriya Parina. One of their finest aces, leader of the Quadrono Battalion, a legendary Zentraedi fighter. And yet a woman who'd married a Micronian, a male of all things. She'd taken his last name, as Zaile had taken her wife's. What's more, Miriya Sterling had even borne a child two years ago. Was there any question of Miriya being Zentraedi? Not in Taniya's eyes, nor in the eyes of any other Zentraedi Zaile had talked to. And if Miriya could still be Zentraedi with a Micronian life, couldn't she?


By the time the squad reached the club, Zaile's good cheer had returned in full measure. She lets her wife lead her into the club and then lead her onto the dance floor, as had always been their way. Of course, her dance moves had largely been learned from her wife and mostly complemented dancing with someone else. Taniya's sudden busting out the moves takes her completely by surprise, to the point that she accidentally collides with Elyana before regathering her balance and pointing out the energetic movements of the other Zentraedi.

 

[Sherwood]

Time goes by in a blur of loud music and strobe lights. Doug finds a pretty girl that he begins to flirt with and chat up, and he seems to be making progress with her. Elyana stays next to Zaile most of the night, with occasional trips to the bar for snacks and drinks. Barbara takes to the dance floor with gusto, shaking her hips and waving her hands up over her head to the beat of the music, in between rest stops where she works on her buzz.


Eadric and Connor both have their gaze drawn to the many lovely ladies in the club, some of which seem to be eyeing the new arrivals with interest.

 

[Kaerri]

Sergeant Eadric Braidwood, Field Scientist


At the hotel


Eadric smiles, looking at his squadmates and appreciating their clubwear. Like them, he'd gone upstairs to "freshen up," but in his case that's really all he'd done. His long hair had been brushed and retied into its ponytail, he'd washed face and hands, but although he'd clearly changed clothes (there were sharp creases in the khakis) he really didn't look all that different. Even the polo shirt was the same color, a dark forest green that complemented his eyes.


At the club


The squad's scientist seems to be scouting as well, but not precisely the same way as Taniya. Instead of seeking potential threats, Eadric's attitude is more one of an anthropologist discovering a new culture. At the start, at least, he remains settled at the bar and sips only lightly at his drink (rum and cola), content to watch his friends dance. After a time, his eyes start to wander among the crowd, looking at strangers as well as friends, particularly those displaying good rhythm and grace on the dance floor.

 

[Sherwood]

Two very exciting hours go by as the group tastes turns on the dance floor. Elyana is not shy with public displays of affection, and she makes sure that everyone there knows that her and Zaile are a couple by cuddling and giving her kisses. She is not drinking much, just having a drink or two. Barbara, in the other hand, is diving into her drinks with gusto between times in the dance floor. As the night goes by, she is sporting quite a glow.


As the music plays, the unattached ladies of the group are approached by men in more than one occasion with offers to dance. Barbara mashes the point to be polite but firm in saying no to all would be partners.


On the male side of the team, Doug, Connor and Eadric have found a lady that has shown an interest.

 

[Epiphany]

Corporal Zaile Alencar


The Zentraedi practically glows from the attention her wife lavishes on her, until she looks about as sloshed as Barbara though she's had a drink or two at most. Between Elyana's medical duties and the recent demands of RDF training and deployment, the two women haven't spent as much time together in the last year as they did in the first two. Having a chance to relax, unwind and spend time doing something enjoyable with the love of her life brings out a side of Zaile rarely seen on duty. For though she makes no effort to hide her affection for her spouse, there's no decorum here, no code of conduct.


And as she returns Elyana's kisses and cuddles, Zaile has likely never looked more human than she does now.


After an hour or two of that, though, the blue-haired woman makes an effort to dance a little with Barbara, with Taniya and with anyone who manages to get out on the dance floor. At the two hour mark, she swings by Eadric and hooks her arm in his, urging him to come out and dance with the rest of the unit. Flushed, breathing fast and plainly excited, Zaile entreats the more reserved man to loosen up a little.


Though if a lady's come calling, no need to get in the way!