We're on a highway to the danger zone

[ships_full_of_missiles]

[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.]

Comments

Seiyuu joke, go!

[majestic_keiki]

Thank you.

[Kei nodded at the direction to start, her expression not seeming any more at ease with the go ahead. She quickly began singing a sappy, rather childish love song. The vision of unspoiled innocence and purity that the choice of song was most likely intended to convey was ruined by how much her expression darkened as she sang it, creating a rather odd effect. As the song came to an end, Kei muttered something under her breath that those with good hearing might be able to pick up.]

Damn those press officers.

[ships_full_of_missiles]

[Yeah and Gloval's going to have a bit of a chuckle at your expense. Until one of the other judges asks him what's so funny, at least.]

Ah, it's nothing... [serious face regained.]

Thank you, that was an excellent performance.

[majestic_keiki]

[Kei bowed as he thanked her, looking notably relieved that it was all over.]

Thank you. Do you need anything more?