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Naia as a Game Sprite Par Dessu, Teezel. Jhiri Tan Tsentrati Naia Zifu.

Roughly translated, that means, "Hello, everyone. My name is Naia Zifu."

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Naia Zifu; Tiny, Blue-haired T'sentrati Diva

Firstly, I'll tell you a little about me...

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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I'm not trying to make money off anyone else's ideas.
This page operated by a completely fictional character,
(in case you hadn't figured that out already).
Don't take anything original (drawings, fic, texts, etc.) off this page without permission.
The images contained herein are from various, mostly forgotten sources.
If you made (drew, created from scratch) something and want it removed, contact me with your complaint.
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