MACROSS 7: THE POWER OF WORD FORCE
Chapter 15: You marsupial, me mammal 💔
At the Zola Aerospace Force base, things were as they should have been, the migration of space whales wasn't expected for two weeks. The sun reigned high above without a cloud in the sky that could threaten his rule.
“For the great marsupial goddess, I'm dying of heat," Liza said to herself as she looked up at the sky and covered herself with the back of her hand so that the sunlight wouldn't hit her eyes.
She sat on a slightly unpainted sidewalk and sighed in frustration.
The anger with the Earth pilot had passed and now the guilt was coming. Utis had nothing to do with the high-handed attitude of the UNS high command towards Zola... She had to apologize to the guy sooner or later.
A cold sensation on her cheek brought her out of her self-absorption, in fact, startled her.
“Otonashi!”
“Oh, sorry, Hollie, I didn't mean to scare you.”
“You didn't scare me, you just surprised me.... that thing is so cold.”
“Yes, it's a banana grape soda, here.”
“Hey...”
“I'm not a pill druger, Officer Hollie.”
“Oh, sure, I'm sorry.... There's no need for that Officer Hollie stuff... and thank you.”
“I'm glad I can call you Liza, you might as well call me by my name.”
“Sure.... Utis.”
They both took the refreshing drink and felt their bodies invigorated again.
“Hey Utis... I wanted to, well... ask you to...”
“You want to go out with me! Of course, girl, I'd be honored!”
“Idiot! I just wanted to apologize for our first meeting, but now I see that I was worried in vain, you're nothing but a simpleton.”
“That's true, there's only one thing on my mind.”
A blow from the back of the palm of her hand crashed into Utis's face, causing him to fall from the sidewalk.
“Year qguiene qguiene deñir beueño with elema?”
“What?” Liza said to him when she heard the babbling of the man holding his nose.
“Does that mean I can date your sister?”
“She's 14 years old, pervert!”
“Jesus, Liza, I know, I was just kidding.”
The woman gave him a stern look that indicated without a shadow of a doubt that if he messed with Elma, she would get himself thrown in jail.
“So, do I or do I not have a chance with you?”
“Zero chances, less than zero, for me Utis you are a negative number, you are the zero to the left, you are lower than the balls of a cat-snake that crawls on the muddy ground.”
“Hey, don't tell me like that either, my little heart is going to suffer," said the man, as he pretended to wash away his tears.
“Clown," Liza said without contemplation, although the corners of her lips began to tremble. “By the way, when are you coming back to Earth? There's no sign of Basara coming back.”
“You're right," he said this time seriously. “Something tells me that Neki Basara has a memory of Peter Pan, and what's worse, like Peter Pan, he probably likes to come back too late, thinking he's doing it in good time.”
"I'll wait until the next migration of the space whales, if Basara doesn't show up by then, I'm afraid I'll have to return to Macross 7.”
“I wish Basara would come back.... I say this because Elma is very excited to see him, don't think otherwise!”
“I know, Liza, there's no one here but Lawrence for you, is there?”
“What a thing to say! He's just a childhood friend!”
“First of all, he doesn't seem to think so. And second, you blushed a lot.”
“Ag, you're insufferable! I wish Basara would come soon so you could go with him.”
“We'll see, while you're at it, think of poor Lawrence. He doesn't deserve to be suffering. I told him to grab his marsupial balls and propose to you, wait for him tonight. Ciau.”
Utis walked away in what he considered a cool-looking retreat, but in reality, he was ridiculously moving his legs and arms.
“Utis... thank you.”
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After the morning, Utis had returned to Graham's house. Elma who wanted to play invited the pilot to have fun on the beach next to her house.
“Utis comes down here," the girl said cheerfully, "but the man, instead of paying attention to her, saw the protoculture chamber that was used to make the zentrans or meltrans bigger or smaller.”
“How the hell can your father have this thing? Doesn't anybody tell him anything?”
“No one, as long as they don't use it to get big and attack someone...”
“But Liza told me that he attacks anyone, zolan or pirate, who interferes in his mission to kill the white whale... It doesn't make sense.”
“Yes... I think it's more because everyone appreciates my mother's memory, she was a very popular singer in Zola and also very beautiful.”
"Wow, the things you hear," Utis thought. "Everyone is very lax here... If the UNS paid more attention to this planet, Graham sure couldn't keep this thing."
They both went down the bleachers and reached a private beach where they played.
“To live in a ship with an interior beach, you don't know how to swim very well," said Elma, who laughed at the bad performance of the man.
“Hey, living on the Riviera doesn't make you a surfer either.”
“Well, you don't look like a surfer either," she said, challenging him, sticking out her tongue and showing him her eye.
“No, my little heart is breaking.... I'll get you for this!” Utis said fun, pretending to be angry.
Elma gave a high-pitched scream and began to run away amused. So they stayed a long time until the girl tripped and Utis was already singing the victory.
“Now you'll see! You're gonna try my mega-hyper-super-ultra ticklish attack.”
The test pilot lunged at Elma just as a big wave swept over the beach.
“I've got you... Take, take, take, tickle attack...”
“What are you doing, Utis?" said Elma behind him.
Utis opened his eyes in surprise and found that he was actually holding tightly a giant sea slug, which turned on itself and suddenly seemed to blush.
“I think she likes you, Utis!” said Elma delightedly, as the huge slug fell on the man in a clear attempt to kiss him.
“Nooo, somebody help me!” Utis shouted as the slug tried to kiss him and covered him with thick, sticky slime.
CHU MUA 💛
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The horizon was painted in reddish colors. Elma and Utis, carried small buckets and shovels and dug in the sand trying to find small crustaceans.
“Thank you so much for playing with me, Utis... since Mom... well, neither Liza nor Dad have time for me.”
“You're welcome, but you should tell them to spend more time with you. I bet you'd rather keep quiet and not tell them anything.”
Elma looked down.
“You must tell them Elma, but how else they will know when to relate to you. Don't worry, I'm sure everything will be fine.”
“Thanks Utis, you're the best friend I've ever had, better than Basara.”
Utis was moved and embraced the girl. Their silhouettes were clear in the evening light.
“Utis, I don't think you're doing well with Zola's girls, I mean, we're marsupial and you're a mammal. It wouldn't work.”
“Ehh! I was thinking out loud! It can't be...”
“I'm sure you'll find someone wonderful in your life. Everyone has the right to be happy.”
“Oh Elma!" said Utis tearfully, and the girl hugged him.
It's a pity that at that moment Graham, in his giant form, was emerging from the beach and the first thing he saw was Utis hugging his little girl.
“Dad!”
“Sir, it's not what it looks like!” Utis shouted, letting go of Elma's embrace as if they were two red-hot irons.
A giant fist crashed into poor Utis, lucky the sand on the beach was soft. The earthling did not die, but he was well embedded in the sand in a very ridiculous pose.
CONTINUARÁ…
Nyajajaja poor Utis, vote and comment to make his bad luck with women go away.
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