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The two men met in the chamber that until recently had housed the spacefold generators.
Lang wanted Gloval to see for himself the free-floating mesmerizing energy that had spontaneously
appeared there with the disappearance of the generators. Later they moved to Lang's quarters, the
only section of the unreconstructed fortress sized to human proportions. There the scientist
explained that the energy had something to do with a local distortion in the spacetime continuum.
Gloval couldn't follow all the details of the theories involved, but he stayed with it long enough
to understand that this same energy could be utilized in the fabrication of a shield system for
the SDF-1.

Since his conversation with Dr. Lang, Gloval had become preoccupied with the idea of
taking the enemy by surprise with an offensive maneuver. With the main guns now operational and
the potential of a protective barrier, Gloval and the SDF-1 would be able to secure an
unobstructed route back to Earth. And Saturn, with its many moons and rings, was ideally suited to
such a purpose.



Rick Hunter, Veritech cadet, admired his reflection in the shop windows along Macross
City's main street. He stopped once or twice to straighten the pleats in his trousers, adjust the
belt that cinched his colorful jacket, or give his long black hair just the right look of stylish
disarray. It was his first day of leave after eight weeks of rigorous training, and he had never
felt better. Or looked better, to judge from the attention he was getting from passersby,
especially the young women of the transplanted city.

Rick was always reasonably fit-years of stunt flying had necessitated that-but the drill
sergeants had turned his thin frame wiry and tough. "Nothing extraneous, in mind or body." Rick
had adopted their motto as his own. He had even learned a few new flying tricks (and taught the
instructors a few himself). Planes had been his life for nineteen years, and even the
weightlessness of deep space felt like his element. He wasn't as comfortable with weapons, though,
and the idea of killing a living creature was still as alien to him as it had been two months ago.
But Roy Fokker, Rick's "older brother," was helping him through this rough period. Roy had talked
about his own early misgivings, about how you had to think of the Battlepods as mecha, about how
real the enemy threat was to all of them inboard the SDF-1. " `The price of liberty is eternal
vigilance'," Roy said, quoting an American president. "There's no more flying for fun. This time
you'll be flying for your home and the safety of your loved ones." Of course Roy had been through
the Global Civil War; he had experience in death and destruction. He'd even come through it a
decorated soldier. Although why anyone would have sought that out remained a mystery to Rick. Roy
had left Pop Hunter's flying circus for that circus of global madness, and it wasn't something
Rick liked to think about. Besides, as true as it might be that the war was right outside any
hatch of the ship, it was surely a long way off for a cadet whose battle experience thus far had
been purely accidental.

Rick was strolling down Macross Boulevard at a leisurely pace; he still had a few minutes
to kill before meeting Minmei at the market. The city had managed to completely rebuild what the
modular transformation had left in ruins. Taking into account the SDF-1's ability to