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This is me. This is a picture of me,
micronised.
So, what do you think?
This is me drawn SD. Kawaii or kowai?
Jury's
still out on that one. . .
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I don't normally dress in uniform anymore, only on special
occasions.
Of course, it is only a miniature replica. I'm not as big as I
used
to be. As you've probably figured out by now, I am T'sentrati.
Anyone who still thinks about T'sentrati (more commonly known as
Zentraedi,
a spelling I despise and seldom use) as "those evil aliens from
Robotech
who wanted to destroy humanity", has got a lot of catching up to do.
Thanks
largely to such visionaries as Jack McKinney and Bill Spangler, we
have
since evolved into so much more. 
T'sentrati are a great and honourable warrior race, though our
origins
were quite humble. The first T'sentrati were miners, sent to dig up
valuable
monopole ore from the gas giant Fantoma. The Masters made them
sizeable
so that they could be transported cheaply while micronised, and sized
up to
better adapt to Fantoma's harsh atmosphere and greater gravity.
But soon the Masters had found a new use for their giant clones.
War
had broken out between the Tiresians (the Masters' race) and the
parasitic,
slug-like Invid. T'sentrati were adaptable, expendable, and easy to
mass-produce,
making us the perfect soldiers. The T'sentrati were reprogrammed to
fight
the Masters' wars for them. They made us essentially unable to care
for
ourselves so that we could focus all our energies on combat. It was
our
sole reason for existing, and we excelled at it. We consistently
defeated
the enemy by sheer force of numbers, and for some three hundred years
it
was the perfect strategy. Who could have known that contact with Earth
culture,
with its integrated society and free expression of emotion, would
finally
put an end to our streak?
As if the humiliation of being defeated by a race of mere
micronians
weren't enough, we were then expected to assimilate into Earth
culture.
But the Imperative, the same indoctrination that had allowed us to
fight
against insurmountable odds without fear of death, also made it hard
for
us to adjust to living peacefully on Earth. Even in the face of such
utter
defeat, and as hopeless a cause as it was, the Imperative still willed
us
to fight. Those who could not resist their urges died in the Malcontent
Uprisings,
but those who are strong enough to resist are often able to become
independent,
productive, law- abiding citizens. Unfortunately, history has not been
kind
to us, and the stereotype of us as villains persists.
Me at full- size. This is me at full-
size
in my flight suit.
The picture to the left is called a Queadlunn-Rau, the best and
most
powerful T'sentrati mecha. They were usually reserved for the best
female
aces. I piloted one much like the one pictured for many years, and at
one
time commanded a squad of them. Then I was fortunate enough to be
assigned
to captain the thuverl-salan Isa Tanari, similar to the ship
pictured
to the right
except in Quadrono colours of course. The Isa was a very unusual
ship,
being full of "eccentric" females like myself. We engaged in creative
activities,
had parties to rival the Botorus', and scrawled graffiti on our
mechas,
but were permitted to survive because of our effectiveness in combat.
I first came to Earth after The Rain, like so many others of my
race.
At first I didn't like it here, but I quickly adjusted and tried to
settle
in to a "normal", peaceful life on the planet Earth. I started
working
in the mail room at the highly-respected publication Extraneous
Information
and had to really make a pest of myself before they'd let me write
anything.
Even then I was assigned only the "alien" stories and used as a
gimmick
to sell more magazines. I wrote award-winning articles on the First
Robotech
War (from the T'sentrati point of view) and the Malcontent Uprisings.
The
latter was where I met Quelt'san Triibola.
See Quelt'san This is a picture of
Quelt'san.
Pretty good-looking, eh?
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At first Quelt'san and I didn't get along. He was a former Botoru
and
Malcontent who thought my having found a place in Earth civilisation
meant
that I was hajoca (traitorous, acting against the Imperative). I found
him
obnoxious and fanatical. We couldn't even be in the same room without
arguing.
We often got into physical fights as well, but usually they were
broken up 
before anyone got hurt.
One night, after a party where everyone had way too much to
drink,
our fighting did lead to injuries. Both of us were laid up with
broken
bones and various other injuries for weeks. Feeling guilty over what
had
happened, I spent a lot of the recovery time sitting with him and
talking.
With time we each found out that the other wasn't nearly as bad as
we'd
thought. I told him how bad I felt about the way I'd been treating
him.
He said that he felt the same about how he'd treated me and wanted to
try
to make up for it. Then he kissed me, the first I'd gotten in my life,
and
asked me if I could ever forgive him. I told him that I might
consider
it if he would just do that again... I consider that the day that
Quelt'san
and I fell in love, though probably the fight (which I remember almost
nothing
of...) and the time spent recuperating were part of it as well.
Though Quelt'san and I have never formally married, I refer to him
as
my husband for convenience and lack of a better word.
A picture of Kaeisuan Try not to
drool
too much, girls, he's our teen-aged son.
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A couple of years after Quelt'san and I got together, I found out I
was
pregnant. At the time no-one knew two T'sentrati could have a child.
So,
naturally, his birth was an important event. Fortunately we were able
to keep
it out of the media. Being a reporter myself, I knew that if they got
hold
of the story they'd never leave poor Kaeisuan alone.
Without child- rearing experience or childhoods of our own to draw
from,
we had to rely on advice from others and a lot of trial-and-error to
raise
our new baby.
Since T'sentrati children develop at a different rate than
micronian
children, a lot of the advice and baby care books we were given
weren't
very useful. Considering our inexperience at raising a baby, I
suppose
it's rather lucky that Kaeisuan survived his own childhood...
Despite the racism that he unfortunately had to face growing up in
largely
micronian- populated Monument City, somehow we managed to give him a
relatively
normal, quiet life. Kaeisuan is a very friendly, happy and well-
adjusted
young man who does extremely well in school and takes advanced-
placement
courses. His life's dream is to someday be a scientist.
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Now, a bit about my interests...
Opportunities for recreation are rather limited where we're living
now,
but in my free time I do enjoy to put together models of mecha and
ships,
go for picnics in the park with my family, and go shopping (though
not
usually for clothes the way most "normal" women do). I try to
exercise
about every day since I'm very conscious of my weight. I listen to
music
a lot of the time because I don't like too much silence, I like to
play
computer sometimes when I'm supposed to be working (even though I'm
not
very good with computers), and I sometimes use role-playing as a very
poor
substitute for the combat that I haven't been able to do since I came
to
Earth. I also watch television more than I should. The programs here
are
a little...strange, actually, but very fun. There is only one
television
station, and it shows reruns of old shows, and also ones we make here.
Those
are mainly satires of other shows, are very cheaply made (little
better
than home video quality) and very cheesy. I like the funny parodies of
science-fiction
and fantasy shows made down here and reruns of nifty old cartoons made
elsewhere.
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I am happy to say I now have two awards for this page! Yippee! They
really
like me! If anyone knows any other awards I may qualify for, please
either
submit me to them or tell me where they are so I can submit to them.
Thanks.
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