Macross Frontier: The False Songstress

In space,

there is no up or down.

You can float endlessly.

But I...

I wanted to fly.

Even if I fell,

I wanted to fly in a real sky.

MACROSS Frontier: The False Songstress

Many years ago, humanity fought a war

with a race of giants known as the Zentradi.

Humanity, having experienced the threat of annihilation

in this first conflict with a species of extraterrestrial origin,

chose to entrust their future to the stars

and in search of new frontiers,

they set out towards all corners of the galaxy.

In the year 2059 A.D,

The 25th Emigration Fleet, Macross Frontier,

continued its voyage towards the galactic center.

And now,

crossing the sea of stars,

a single songstress descends upon the Frontier fleet.

You will soon enter the artificial gravity area.

Please watch your step.

This city has quite a classic look to it.

By the way, are you ready?

If we can't find our target here either, you'll...

Grace, this is me you're talking to.

Sheryl Nome always sings her hardest. No matter where, no matter the cost.

No way! You were really able to get a ticket for Sheryl's concert?

Yeah.

It turns out I'll be flying in the show with Michael, Luca, and the others.

So I pulled some strings.

- I'm sending it over. -

Thanks, Alto!

Expect some extra service on the house in today's delivery! Coming right up!

- Deculture! -

THE GALACTIC SONGSTRESS ARRIVES

Yeah! I'm actually going to see her in person!

I'm off!

How's this maneuver look, Luca?

A split S into a triple loop leading to a sudden ascending flip.

This will work.

Lame.

I could loop five times.

Are you that upset that the Galactic Fairy

treated you like an amateur during rehearsal?

I just want to fly with everything I've got, that's all.

And if you injure the audience doing so, who do you think

is going to take responsibility for it?

I wouldn't screw up like that.

Oh?

I think for all you say to the contrary, you still long for the stage.

Genius cross-dresser, Princess Alto.

What did you just call me?

Your angry face is lovely too.

Here we go again.

- You're so scary, Princess. - Honestly.

Klan.

- I'll get you! - These kids never grow up.

Here's another kick!

Sorry to keep you waiting! Nyan-Nyan delivery!

Ranka!

Hey, Ranka. That was fast.

Here, everyone! It's Nyan-Nyan's special Galactic Ramen!

With a bonus Magellan Nebula today.

Wow, a Magellan fish cake!

I'll dig in first!

This Hippo-Cow Soup smells heavenly.

Mine!

Hey, wait, Klan!

Not a chance!

Hey, Alto.

Will you eat with us?

I've got Nyan-Nyan's special steamed tuna buns.

I'm fine for now.

I want my body as light as possible before flying.

Uh?

This is...

- - Keep going. Keep going.

It's here!

Uh?

Go!

Wind speed north by northwest at four meters per second.

Ha!

- Huh? - Ranka?

Launcher catapult connected.

Five, four,

three, two,

one. Go!

Take off!

He did it!

In the beginning, was the song.

Stars sing, as they're playing a beautiful tune of heaven.

Lynn Minmay, 2009.

Sharon Apple, 2040.

- Fire Bomber, 2045. -

It's starting.

And now...

Listen to my song!

Wow!

Target confirmed.

Weapons free.

Elena, Johnny.

- Amazing. - The Galactic Fairy...

Oh!

Bravo 1 and 3 have been shot down!

Golf 7, hit!

Returning immediately!

Ghost Unit Number 2,

en route to "unknowns."

Contact with the enemy in ten seconds.

Eight, seven,

six,

five, four, three,

two...

An electromagnetic burst?

Is it true?

Did these "unknowns" interfere with Ghost and missile control systems?

Yes, Mr. President.

Upward air bloom!

She's messing with me!

- -

What the hell?

Let's keep going.

For crying out loud.

That idiot!