Macross Delta (マクロスΔ（デルタ）)

Protoculture.

A highly advanced alien race

that became the first spacefaring civilization in the Milky Way 500,000 years ago.

By manipulating the genes of primitive indigenous life forms,

they sowed the seeds that would eventually bloom into the various humanoid cultures of the galaxy.

Vestiges of their power can still be found throughout the Milky Way.

The enemy has deployed an entire fleet and multiple surveillance satellites.

Let's own their defense network so we can get through.

This is going to be a fun ride.

Every door

is meant to be

opened.

Holy moly.

Checkmate.

62% of Voldor's landmass is covered in marshes.

A blue and green planet.

Its principal exports are lumber, fruits, and spring water.

Zero strategic value.

Makina, Reina, First Lt. Messer and I will infiltrate the capital from the south.

Mikumo and Freyja will enter from the north with Second Lt. Mirage and Sgt. Hayate.

Mew got it!

No cat puns allowed.

Apawlogies.

Oh. My. God. Rei-Rei, you're the cutest kitty ever!

Hiss.

Don't scratch me.

I'm allergic to cats, you know.

Voldorians were originally modified felines.

Get out if you're just going to complain.

Mew can't lose either, Hayate!

I know.

Yeah. I can't lose.

We don't need someone who lets inane words get to her.

Just you watch me, Mikumo!

I'll show you I can be useful!

Wait, what?

Kumo-Kumo left ages ago.

She's the queen lone wolf.

Not again...

Impawsible...

So many kinds of cat ears!

This is the best!

There's no sign of any major disturbance.

Their bio-fold waves are off the charts.

Kaname.

On it.

Excuse me!

Could you tell me where the river bus boards—

Watch your step.

Excuse me? Your big ass ran into me!

Ah, I'm so sorry!

Analysis complete.

As we thought. Seidznole detected.

That's what's causing the Var.

We can assume both the army and police are under mind control.

God dammit...

Oh, my poor boy! Are you okay?

You have a cold?

I have the most wonderful catnip!

Don't worry about him!

My goodness, can't you even hold back a sneeze?

Easier said than done!

Why are we even doing this infiltration crap?

We're pilots.

My thoughts exactly. However...

Experiences build character.

"The deeper a jellyfish has swum, the more delicious it is."

Apparently.

I'm not a jellyfish.

Neither am I!

It's okay! Just leave this to me!

I've been trained on how to operate behind enemy lines between dance classes!

What's wrong?

This scent...

Run-run, yippee!

The stealthiest of all operations.

Why does everybody have to be like this?

This brings back mewmories!

Are these Windermerean exdel apples?

You've got quite the nose!

They're from Windermere?

Domestic purroduce got restricted. Though these aren't bad.

Right, miss—

Delish!

She really ought to be a bit more careful.

Give her a break. We got some intel.

That these apples are from Windermere.

And how is that useful at all?

I can hear it.

What is it this time?

This color...

Such a sad color...

What are they doing?

I know that insignia.

Captain Alberto Larrazábal, the ace pilot of NUNS's Voldor fleet.

Dad! Answer us, dad!

"Dad"?

This is the Walküre song that makes people feel better, right?

Answer us, dad!

I-865. The wind is changing.

Your shift is over.

Roger.

Dad!

Daddy!

They have their best pilots doing grunt work?

This is so wrong.

It's a lie. I knew some stupid song wouldn't heal him.

But it's not...

Walküre's songs can.

Hey!

Freyja!

Freyja!

Cut it out!

Let go of her!

You're so useless.

I know your voice.

You've got time to spare?

Mikumo?

Where have you been all this time?

What's that? That's a weird bug.

It's a cicada-shaped micro-drone.

It has both sensors and cameras.

Sensors and cameras?

A top secret inter-government meeting?

Yes.

We ought to learn something interesting from this.

So many... When did you install them?

Looks like it's beginning.

Lord Roid?

Integration into the NUG wasn't all that bad either.

Their bases gave us jobs and technology.

Buying locals like that is how they do things.

Still, aren't your demands a bit too much?

Declaring war, no less...

We don't have much time.

The average life span of Windermereans, if I recall correctly,

is about 30 years.

Indeed.

Very well. We'll behave.

Windermereans like to blow up foes and friends indiscriminately

using dimensional weapons.

Dimensional weapons?

I can only hope you haven't already brought those here.

Oh, please.

Then what are you doing at those ruins?

Just academic research.

I forgot you were a scientist as well.

I have read your papers on the Protoculture.

"The last humanoid races the dying Protoculture gave birth to

were the ones here in the Brisingr Cluster.

Therefore we are, by all means, the rightful heirs of the Protoculture."

Or so I recall.

Do you really believe those words?

The key to that mystery may lie in those very ruins.

Ruins?

I found it.

The Paraganal ruins. Seems to have once belonged to the Protoculture.

Kaname?

The Voldorians consider it a holy place.

The Windermereans locked it down and built some kind of facility there.

There's a dimensional weapon there?

We can't dismiss the possibility.

Roger. Let's meet up.

Intruders. It seems our air defense lines have been hacked.

I see.

What's this dimensional weapon thing you were talking about?

It distorts space-time to cause destruction.

It's an extremely powerful weapon of mass destruction.

Banned according to the galactic treaties,

but they say seven years ago Windermere deployed one

during their war of independence.

Seven years ago?

Maybe that thing?

But they said Earthlings did that.

No. Windermere used it against the NUNS.

Millions of civilians fell victim to it.

But our elder said...

Is the me you see the real me?

Or...

Heinz.

Father?

A dark wind blows through your heart.

Did you see the hole?

That hole was bored into the hearts of all Windermereans.

The only way to fill it is revenge.

As you say, Father.