testrun_box | We're on a highway to the danger zone

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We're on a highway to the danger zone

[1-Gloval]

[In honor of the creation of Macross City's first TV station after it got teleported to space, there's a beauty pagent-the Miss Macross contest! And if you're a lovely lady, or very pretty man, you too can enter! What could your act be?]

[2-combat]

[Well it's happening again: The Macross is in a pitched battle alongside you against an excessive number of bad guys! Are you a dutiful soldier? A rebellious hothead? Someone who keeps making fun of how Misa looks like a grandma? Whichever is the case, and no matter who you're up against, there's missiles everywhere.]

[3-Bunnies]

[Some other time, who can be found wandering the city but Glova's Har-er, I mean the bridge operators for the ship.]

Hmm...We've been to the disco a lot, we should find something else to do...

Well, there's that Zwei Wing concert soon. That should be fun.

Oh! What kind of dresses do you think they'll wear this time?

[Even off-duty, they seem inseparable.]

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To show my appreciation for Earth's culture and the hope for cooperation between our civilizations, I decided to perform a fragment of Der Ring der Nibelungen in my people's native language. I shall play the role of Brunhilde.

[Apparently opera about Norse mythology is performed in Egyptian clothes now? Eh, close enough!]

[The crowd is...less than pleased, but they sit down and listen anyways. Some of the judges just look at each other, as if asking each other what the hell is going on...but not Gloval.

He just sits back in his chair and closes his eyes. And is that...a smile?]

[Hetepheres glances aside at a technician (who happens to be a 1 meter long scarab), who turns on the music. She waits a few seconds for the right moment i deep focus, then spreads her hands and starts to sing.

And there it begins. It's not that she doesn't put any passion into her performance - quite the opposite, in fact. But there is a reason Brunhilde's part was written for a soprano: because when a low-voiced bug alien starts to loudly call out in a weird language that souds suspiciously like someone added actual vowels and consonants to insect clicking, it sounds terrifying as balls. It's like a call to war from an angry goddess.

Considering that she's playing a valkyrie, perhaps it's appropriate.]

[And this results and very awkward looks from the judges and audience. "What was that?" "Is she trying to make us feel stupid...?" "What's a monster like that even doing here...""Who even let some alien monster enter..."

Gloval is silent for a while, before he opens his eyes and speaks.]

The Immolation of Brunnhilde, if I'm not mistaken...

[Any sort of comments come to an end as he leans back in his chair and makes a somewhat exaggerated pose of deep thought. Of course, now he has to do the whole mediator between races thing...and this was supposed to be an easy task...]

...A one of a kind performance, that's for sure...Does your world have its own operas?