It has been eight days since the space fold, and one of the massive hanger bays on the UES Macross has been turned into a refugee camp for the civilians of Macross City. The pre-painted color coded lines on the deck with military words on them that make no sense to civilians have been used as indicators where people can lay their sleeping bags (handed out by the military) out for sleeping. Within this large open area people have congregated based on groups of families or groups of people who know each other. There are some sleeping areas where no one really knows anybody else.

Other areas are where food in the form of a pink packaged  Humanitarian Daily Ration is handed out once a day ( https://www.mreinfo.com/images/hdr-089-1024.jpg ).

There are designated rest room facilities for each gender, which have military members of the appropriate gender to ensure nothing bad occurs.

Soldiers patrol the refugee are in an effort to maintain order. The first (and only time) a rape occurred the two culprits were dragged to the nearest airlock, stripped naked and then spaced. This one harsh reaction from the military has caused the civilian population to be rather docile, despite being in tight quarters.

[Private to Daigo Hisato:
Your somewhere in this mess.....]

[Private to Romy Arden-LeBlanc:
Your somewhere in this mess.....]

[Private to Miki Spicoli:
Your one of the soldiers on patrol, probably in charge of a fire team of four. You have body armor, a helmet, rifle and pistol. This is a little bit more fun then having to clear the UES Prometheus of the crewmen killed during the space fold.]

Not knowing anyone, Vance stakes himself a claim and makes it known to any would be street toughs that he'll fuck'em up real good if they try any shit.

As such he's not in charge per say of an area of a sleeping area where no one really knows anybody else. But people know being near Vance guarantees safety when the military types are occupied elsewhere......

"Could be worse." Romy says as she shares a ration pack with one of her crew. "Could be home mucking out stables in the middle of an Indian Summer." She says, putting things into perspective to her group. "Corn-beef hash isn't that bad actually." She adds, digging into the meal pack after applying a liberal dosing of Tabasco.

She's dressed in a sweatsuit, dark caramel in color with white striping, with a Brandywine Productions logo on it. The back of the top has PRODUCTEUR emblazoned on the it.

"Must say, nice to see what the Army did to those shits. Two less 'red dots' milling around eh?" She smirks.

Miki is still astonished at what is taking place onboard UES Macross.  Bringing all the inhabitants of Macross City onboard, as well as, the buildings too.  Seeing the inhabitants up close and personal brings a new light to the struggle that started a week or so ago.  Miki thinks to himself, "Wait until the techs back home see what we did when we fold home."

"Good morning Romy, how are you doing today?  Yea, it was a harsh reaction, but I think it got everyone's attention. Hopefully in a week or so we will be back to regular life on earth."

"Oh, I'm doing fine." She says, motioning to her meal pack. "Just taking advantage of the Army's largesse." She adds, taking another bite.

"A week or so eh?" She says in a manner that says she isn't convinced of that in the slightest.

Being one of the very few Asians on the large spaceship, Daigo keeps himself mostly himself but try and spend time if any kitchens are available showing impressive skills in cooking.

Once off duty the pilot still in a USMC flight suit makes her way around the Camps.  Her shoulder Proudly displays a large colorful patch VMFA-314/Black Knights/VF-1 Valkyrie with an overhead profile of a VF1.  Her silver Lieutenant bar a sew on, but a regular metal bar on her service cap.  The nametag on her flight suit is "Levina".  USMC is also plain on her flight suit.  Whoever she is, that is the flight uniform for a Marine Aviator.

She looks Asian, likely a mix of some sort.

She looks for Asians, speaking to them asking about a family named Hoshino, and about any Japanese refugees.  Her Japanese is fluent, with a trace of a Sendai accent.  Her English, when she asks others, is also fluent and mid-western unaccented, but with a military crispness.  Given occasion she speaks an unusual third language.. Hebrew.  Should she find anyone speaking that, she will delve deeper into their welfare.

Having kept himself mostly to himself during the time so far on the spacecraft Daigo have not kept himself updated on about anything, so when he by pure chance stumble upon someone from the military that seems to asian (even better Japanese) he spend little time walking up to that person.

"Pardon me officer" he speaks in clear english, with some japanese accent. "Have there been any news about what is happening?"

A shake of the head to Daigo.

She laughs slightly.  "Not officer, Marine, and proud of it."

She is more serious, as she continues.

"Other than we jumped to the orbit of Pluto, no sir." Noticing his likely Japanese heritage she adds.  "I have been looking for some of my family, Hoshino, have you heard of anyone with that name?"  When she says the name, it is said very correctly, with a slight pause to get the accent right.

"My name is Meiko, are you by chance Japanese?"

"Right, sorry. It all looks so similar to me" Daigo reply somewhat embarrassed. "Pluto? Sounds like a start of sci-fi serie...Hoshino? No, I have kept myself busy most of the time helping with making the...rations somewhat better, former sushi chef"

Yeah, hail from Hokkaido or Hakodate to be more exactly. You also from Japan?

A brilliant smile for a moment, she continues is very fluent Japanese with a faint Sendai accent.

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She sighs.

"Well... if you see any Japanese please ask."

[Language unknown: "O ect icerne estsonlar anurno Sindek uson tinos ckledi mahat p san caulai Ithilllarica"] Daigo smiles back. [Language unknown: "Ven verti traureson ing Th ekwhi elll k sta ithsi red herovewhi Atinceersare"]

She bows to him.

"Let me know if there is anything I can do for you, sir.  What was your name, if I may ask?"

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In reply to Meiko Levina (msg # 13):

"Hisato Daigo...or Daigo Hisato would be more correct in the west" Daigo reply and bow quickly back. "Have...have you been in the military long officer? Not sure what a chef will be of use here and..." he finish awkwardly.

"Pleased to meet you, Hisato-san." A short laugh.  "Meiko.  Please use my name."

She appraises him a moment, then looks past to the camps around them.

"Eight years, including my time in the academy." She gestures past him to the people.  "I see a lot of people to feed, Hisato-san.  When people eat good food, they feel happy, safe, secure.  I think your profession might be very valuable indeed."

She seems to think a moment, nods again.

"Would it be OK with you if I bring your name up?  I am certain the rations we can provide will be far better for morale if your touch is upon them, if.. that is OK with you?"
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"Likewise, Meiko-san. And of course I will help out once I can actually make something off the rations, so just give me a call...or something?" he looks around the camp with a sad look. "It...The problem is what good is a chef if we are attacked again? Maybee I should join and make a better difference there"

"That is an option too, Hisato-san.  One I was not going to suggest, but a viable one.  When we get back, you should do that."

"Are there...rather are you recruiting now? A long way to Earth after all" Daigo manage a weak smile.

“Yes, but we should be jumping back after we are done with casualties.  I mean it may take a few weeks but it only took seconds to get here after all.”

"Well, that is a relief. I guess I feel helpless and restless with everything"

”Well, I guess I can ask for you?  I mean we have an invasion on, so we all may be stuck on this ship for months. I am guessing why we are getting all that salvage has to do with that.  We might just be recruiting.”

"That would be wonderful...or not, considering that people die. Anyway, I would be grateful for that"

A very sober look from the small woman.

"We have been preparing for this war, but we may not be ready enough."

"From what little I know from history nobody is truly ready for war. And this...is clearly not something anyone expected, right?"

She bites her lip, but she nods.

"The spaceship was made for giants, so we knew that much, we prepared for that.  And if one ship comes, others may be looking for it.  That is about all I know."

"Well, next time we might be more prepared"

A shake of her head.

"We were prepared, it's why we are alive now."

Meanwhile in another portion of the Refugee Camp:

Romy has decided that rather be a victim, she might as well use her talents to help out, and at the same time, see if she can't make a bit in the way of capital, even if at this point that would consist only of good will, and cachet.

With that in mind she see's about using her charm and wit, to, with military cooperation, create a General Store Collective style operation to boost morale and bring about a sense of normalcy. People after all, do like to shop, and this place is going to need an economy of sorts at some point; might as well get in on the ground floor. To that end she will get with the city fathers, shop owners and the like and expand the operation into a mini mall / food court, where barter and trade and other services (Hairdresser for one!) can be had.

She also hopes to see if the military can shake loose surplus stock of run of the mill items, simple things like toilet paper, t-shirts, shoes, toothpaste, and other everyday items. All with the hopes that this, added to the barter and trade can be sold under the protection of armed UN Peacekeepers and their oh their so sexy Destroids. Oooo, why just feeling them walk around gives her shivers.

Biz / Finance: FAIL
Entrepreneurship: PASS
Charm / Impress: PASS

In reply to Romy Arden-LeBlanc (msg # 30):

Romy tries to create soe sort of general store but it's a failed effort. Not a failure for a lack of trying, just a failure due to a lack of goods. There is no lack of toiletries, soap and toothpaste. There is no lack of food, and by the 17th the the Humanitarian Daily Ration's are replaced with cafeteria/mess hall type food three times a day.

But there is a serious lack other goods to barter. The only items available to barter are whatever was in a person's possession after getting to one of the shelters, and the various bits of the Humanitarian Daily Rations.

Vance gets back to the refugee camp after a long 18 hours day of work. The military types didn't say anything about not telling anyone what he was working on so he passes along to others that Macross City is being rebuilt inside the space ship.