It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Once they'd defeated the Vajra -- no, once they'd defeated Galaxy -- everyone was supposed to live a long, happy life on that blue new world, with the grass and the sky and the sea stretching further than the eye could see. Instead, she was back on an ugly colony ship, with dim ceilings where there should have been a sun and stairways where there should have been clouds. She hated it, even more than she'd hated Galaxy as a child. She’d been spoiled by the Frontier fleet, and then by the rolling plains of the Vajra homeworld. She longed for blue above her and for the fresh smells of a biosphere, for a warm breeze and a boy tossing planes into the wind. Galaxy had ceased to be her home – when? When Grace had tossed her onto the street? When she’d enrolled in flight training? On that first sunny day with Alto…?

And Alto hadn't woken up at her side.

He was in those pods, she was sure of it. She wouldn't believe it any other way. She'd fought for him before, and for Frontier before, and nothing in a million, trillion dimensions could stop her from fighting for them again.

She put one hand to her stomach and one to her left earlobe and took a long, deep breath. There was no way she could sit around and mope. She was Sheryl. She'd learn, she'd work, she'd struggle, and she'd see Alto one more time.

And right now that meant not dying from starvation before she had a chance to save her home. She picked up the fork and started to peel back the wrapping of the refugee rations the ship was handing out.

Her mood switched from stoic determination to disgusted at macrosspeed. "What -- what's this supposed to be?"

Perhaps he wasn't quite as bad as Alto or Ozma, but Michael did have the heart of a pilot - so when he heard that this mysterious hangar bay had ships of all types from a thousand different universes, he had to check it out.

And the description didn't disappoint. He wasn't the gaping type, but boy did he gape at the thousands - no, tens of thousands - of craft all smartly lined up in rows. How big was this place?

There were fighters, some that looked like his trusty VF-25 but others that looked wholly alien, there were bipedal craft that vaguely resembled the Battroid mode, and then there were bestial creations that... well, he'd never seen anything like that before.

But no sooner had he taken a step or two into the room than something happened: A huge section of the far wall began to... he couldn't quite explain it. It seemed like a membrane that was dissolving away to reveal a separate section of the hangar beyond - and the sniper's eyes went wide. Because in that new section was a shape he was entirely familiar with.

At 400 meters long, the bulk of the Macross Quarter dwarfed pretty much all of the other craft in the hangar. But that was impossible - how could the Quarter be here? What the hell had happened back home after he'd ... well, died?

He pulled out the omnicomm he'd been issued and shot a quick message over to Ozma.

As promised, Samus would show Tony the Sensoriums and perhaps a few other areas of the ship along the way if he asked. Silently, she navigated with ease through the maze plant hallways and different levels without even a glance back at the man she was escorting or a further question why he was interested in her armor. Maybe she was just confident a demonstration of its abilites would stop him from trying anything less... admirable in his quest to find out. Not that she didn't trust him, she was just paranoid about that.

Or maybe she just wasn't very talkative.

She had found the Sensoriums and found it was like the training hologram rooms of the UATC. As such, she stood in a large room that was filled with grid-like creatures that were sparking with energy. Several of them were grouped together and she inhaled before nocking a arrow to the string. One, two, three, arrows flew and imbedded into the first human-like construct before it vanished in a burst of light as light poured off Reimi's next arrow. "Sonic Thorn!"

The Sonic Thorn flew forward, slamming into the opponents as Reimi shot another and another before the opponents scattered.

"Crimson Bolts!" proclaimed Reimi as she fired a barrage of arrows that slammed into the holographic opponent. The bug creature from Aeos collapsed and winked out as she reloaded her bow once again.

Two of them charged at her and she fired arrows, nailing one and downing it before the other got a little close. Jump-skipping backwards, light poured off her as it took a swipe. In a flurious motion, she leaped to the side and launched herself high into the air, twising as she did so. It was faster than humanly possible and called a Blindside, a power that was granted from long periods of training and real combat.

Landing, she swept into her next attack.

"Seraphic Thunder!" An arrow was fired into the air and lightning crashed down around her, slamming repeatedly into the opponent as it too vanished into a sizzle of energy.

"That was good," murmured Reimi as she replaced her weapon and conjured up a chair for her to sit down and mop the sweat from her hairline.