fanfic_name = Macross Untold Stories:  Volume 1

chapter = Chapter 1

author = Aikiweezie

Rating = AP15

fanfic = This story takes place on the Saturday following Rick's rescue of Lisa from the Mars Base.  I always thought her suicide attempt was handled far too nonchalantly.

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Since its escape from the gravity mines on Mars Base Sara, the SDF-1 had been under a constant barrage of fire from alien ships and battle pods.  With its main engines damaged and the fold system inoperative, the battle fortress was still in Mars orbit, unable to escape.

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Commander Roy Fokker had been keeping a close eye on his newly promoted subordinate, and “little brother.” Rick Hunter.  Since Rick rescued Lt. Commander Lisa Hayes from the base, moments before it exploded, Rick had seemed troubled and distracted.  Roy thought he knew why, but figured Rick wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.

He was just about to get up from his desk so he could join his fiancée, Claudia, for an early dinner, and hopefully, a quiet evening alone, when he heard a knock on the door.  He growled his annoyance when Rick Hunter stuck his head in the door.  “Not the best timing,” Roy thought to himself.

“Commander?  I was wondering if you had a minute.”  Roy looked at his watch.  He had about 15 minutes to spare, and was intent on not keeping Claudia waiting, yet again.

“I can spare you a few, what’s up, Rick.”

Rick’s uneasiness was immediately evident to Roy. “Can we talk about something – off the record?”

 “Uh, sure.  Have a seat.”

Rick closed the office door behind him and sat down in the chair next to Roy’s desk.

“Something happened that I need to talk about.   It involves a superior officer.  I don’t want to get…. this person… in any kind of trouble, but I really need to talk about this.

“Okay.  Go on.”

“When I was ordered to go in and pick up Lieutenant Commander Hayes I was told it was because she wasn’t responding, and was probably hurt or trapped.  Well, she wasn’t hurt or trapped.  After I busted through some walls I found her sitting in what looked like personnel quarters on the base.  She didn’t look injured, and so I told her to get in, that the reactor was about to overload so we only had a couple of minutes.”  Rick looked down at his hands, and took a long pause.  He wasn’t sure how to explain this, or if he should continue.  He was about to sully a superior officer’s reputation.  He decided to go on, since he could trust Roy’s counsel and confidentiality.  The incident had been haunting him ever since, and was if he couldn’t get past it soon, was in danger of affecting his performance.

“She ordered me to get out and leave her there.  She was…crying, I think, and trying to detach her helmet.   She said something about not wanting to go back.   I grabbed her and she got all-hysterical, screaming…something, maybe a name, I don’t know.  When we got back to the ship she ran off as soon as I put her down.  I know that’s not what was on the report, there was no jammed door that she was stuck behind, but I didn’t know what to write.”  Rick paused, knowing that fabricating mission reports was a serious offense.  He waited for Roy’s reaction before continuing.  Roy didn’t say anything; he just raised his eyebrows at Rick, wanting him to continue.

“I should have talked to you first, I know.  There was no heroic rescue, and I certainly don’t deserve a medal of valor,” Rick laughed bitterly and shook his head.  “I carried her out of there, against her orders, against her will…literally kicking and screaming.”  He leaned forward in the chair putting his elbows on his knees, running one hand through his hair.  Roy could see that the incident deeply bothered Rick. Even as a child Rick was sensitive and empathetic, but he had trouble managing his feelings, and would sometimes “act out,” out of frustration.   He was relieved that Rick decided to talk to him about this.  Roy wondered to himself if Rick’s difficulty sorting through his emotions resulted from growing up without his mother in the picture.  “Pops” Hunter was a good single father, but he wasn’t one for discussing feelings.

Rick sat back up, looked at Roy and continued, agitated, “Why would she order me to leave her there?  She knew the blast would kill her.  Why would she want to do that?”  Rick slumped into the chair and shook his head.  “I haven’t seen her since, and I’m relieved.  I wouldn’t know what to say or do.  I’m sure she’s avoiding me.  She’s probably worried that I’ll report what really happened.”

“And I’m sure she’s grateful you didn’t.  Listen, Rick, you know I’ve know Lisa almost as long as I’ve known Claudia, so I’ll fill you in on a few things that, like everything we’re talking about, is off-the-record, got it?”

“Got it.”

“And I’m only telling this so you can put her actions in context.  Karl Riber, Lisa’s fiancé was stationed on Mars base and was killed along with the rest of the crew a few years back.  According to Claudia, Lisa was in his quarters when you found her.  Lisa insisted that Gloval let her go down there to check out the signal, hoping to find something.  When she found his quarters, I guess she had some kind of break down.”

Rick reacted as though an electrical jolt was sent through his chair.  “Fiancé? The “Ice Queen” had a boyfriend?  I find that hard to believe……”

Roy shook his head, annoyed by Rick’s immature response.  “That’s a pretty dumb thing to say, Rick.  You don’t even really know her.  She wasn’t always …so…..,”  Roy paused looking for the right word.  “…distant, whatever.  Frankly, I feel kind of sorry for her.  Maybe now that she has some closure, as far as her fiancé’s death goes she can move on, maybe find somebody else.”

Rick thought for a moment before replying.  He laughed and said,  “Hey, maybe Garcia is right.  All she needs is a good…..”

Roy gestured with his hand that Rick was going to far.  “Well, maybe.”  Roy laughed and pointed his finger at Rick.  “You know, you guys, you especially, Lieutenant,” Roy poked his finger into Rick’s chest, “shouldn’t give her so much grief.  You have an example to set.  Ease up on her for a while, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try,” he replied laughing.  Rick turned serious again.  “What about what happened down there?  Do you think she’s…stable?”

Roy thought for a moment before answering, “Do stable people try to kill themselves?  Probably not.  I dunno.  I’m not a shrink.  I wouldn’t want to see her loose her job over this unless her performance is affected.  She’s a good first officer and that she knows this ship better than anyone, Gloval included, and I’ve never worked with a better defense coordinator.”



Rick shook his head in agreement.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much, Rick.  Claudia knows what really happened down there.  Lisa told her.  She’s keeping a close eye on her and if she starts acting strange, at all, she’ll talk to her, and if necessary, have Gloval handle it.”

 “What would you do if you were me?  What should I do when I see her?”

“Follow her lead.  Don’t say anything about it unless she does first.  And if she does say something play dumb about everything I told you.  Remember.  This conversation never happened.”

“Of course.  Thanks, Roy.”  Rick stood up.  “I’ve gotta run.  Minmei’s birthday party is tonight.”

“Oh, that’s right!  Have fun, little brother.”

Just as Rick’s hand touched the doorknob, Roy called out, “Hey Rick, Lisa was the one who recommended you for the medal.  Thought you might want to know that.  Maybe it was her way of saying ‘thanks.’”

Rick didn’t respond.  He looked back at Roy with a very confused look and continued out the door.

Roy leaned back in his chair and looked at his watch again.  He had another 15 minutes before he was supposed to meet Claudia, so he decided to run to his quarters for a quick shower before joining her at one of the small cafes in town.



Claudia Grant just sat down at the table for two in front of the window of “Café 9,” a small French/Fusion café overlooking Macross City’s Central Park, when Roy came running through the front door and plopped himself down in the chair opposite her.

“Hey flyboy, you’re on time!”

“You say that like its unusual.” He replied, out of breath.

“It is.”

 “So, how was your day?”

“Shitty, but at least everybody and everything came back in one piece.”

“That’s nice to hear for a change.”

The server came and handed them both menus and took their drink orders.

“Rick came to see me right before I left.”



“He did, huh?  I was wondering when that would happen.”

“Me too.  He knew what Lisa was trying to do.  He was pretty upset about the whole thing.  I gave him a little background on her situation, and I think he understands.  He won’t say anything.  He’s not the gossiping type.  How’s she doing, anyway?”

 “Better than I thought she would be.  I think this whole experience might actually help her to move on.”

Roy looked up from his menu and asked, “Tell me, honestly, do you think she’s stable?  Was this just an isolated thing or is she in real danger of loosing it?”

“I don’t know.  I hope it’s just an isolated incident, but the girl obviously has some ‘issues.’ to work through.  She told me that when she got to Karl’s quarters, and saw his things, it was just too much for her to take.  Maybe if she had a more than a few minutes to let go she wouldn’t have done what she did.  She feels really bad about putting Rick in that situation.”  Claudia sighed and opened her menu.  “I really worry about her sometimes.  She was back on duty today and she really did seem okay.  I’ll keep an eye on her, though, I promise.”

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Rick Hunter left Roy’s office and headed back to the pilots’ quarters to pick up his new subordinates Max Sterling and Ben Dixon, who, much to his chagrin, were also invited the party.  Apparently every pilot that ever ate at the restaurant had been invited.  Every male pilot, that is.  He knew for a fact that Lieutenant Tracy Lieu frequented the restaurant, but had not received an invitation.  It annoyed Rick that Minmei seemed to greatly prefer the company of men to women.  She had a few girlfriends, but they didn’t seem particularly close.  They were more like an entourage than a group of friends, following her around telling her what a fabulous singer she was, how cool her clothes were and asking her to introduce them to her pilot friends.

Max and Ben weren’t back to their quarters yet, so he sat down in the lounge area to wait for them.  He found his thoughts drifting yet again to the incident on Mars.   So Lt. Commander Hayes had a dead fiancé, huh?  Maybe she built the “Iron Maiden,” personae to protect herself, or cover up for pain.  Roy was right, she did seem kind of sad.  If all she had was her job, than maybe focusing on it what she had to do to get by.  Apparently, though, given her actions on Mars, it wasn’t enough.  He decided to ease up on the “old sourpuss” for a while, and maybe even try a different tactic with her.  He thought back to the time just a few weeks ago when he and Miller were trading wisecracks on their way back to the ship after a patrol.  She didn’t know it, but he was watching her reaction on his screen.  She was smiling to herself at their banter.   Her whole face changed for a minute and she looked really cute, sexy almost.  Rick resolved that his next personal assignment was to get Lt. Commander Hayes to smile more, and maybe even laugh. She already hated him, and thought he was nuts, so what was the harm, right?

“Lieutenant Hunter, are you ready for the big event?”  Rick jumped, startled out his deep thought.  Ben Dixon, large in body and voice came bounding into the lounge with Max Sterling following quietly behind him.

 “Uh, yeah, I guess.”  Replied Rick as the three young men headed out of the lounge.

Unfortunately for Rick, Max and Ben, the three young pilots were called back to duty as soon as they got to Minmei’s party when Khyron began another assault.





After getting off duty Lisa returned to her quarters.   As soon as she walked in the door she kicked off her shoes and headed into her bedroom.

I think I pulled it off pretty well today.  The last thing I want is for Claudia, or even worse, Gloval, recommending I go for therapy or something like that.  Talking about this to some shrink isn’t going to help.  I’ve got to get through this, myself, somehow.

I wonder why Hunter didn’t put the truth in his report?   It can’t be because he’s protecting me.  He doesn’t even like me.  Maybe he wants something in return?  He’s can be such a jerk sometimes, but I don’t think he’s the blackmailing-type.  I hope don’t I run into him any time soon.   What would I say?   “Thanks for preventing me from committing suicide, Lieutenant?  Thanks for falsifying your report to cover my ass?”  He must think I’m a nut case.  Great.  Now he really has no reason to show me any respect or follow orders.

Well, Lisa, this is your life.  It’s not what you wanted but considering this is all you’ve got; you better make the best out of it.  Next time the girls ask, if they ask, I’m going out with them.  You’re certainly not going to make any friends sitting at home by yourself.”

She was too tired and depressed to go to the officers’ mess so Lisa changed into a pair of sweats and began foraging around in her kitchenette for something to put together for dinner.   In the back of the cabinet, behind a box of pasta she discovered an unopened bottle of red wine that Vanessa had given her on her last birthday.  She wasn’t much of a drinker, except for a glass of wine when she went out, which was rare, but she decided that maybe a glass or two would help her relax.   While her dinner was cooking Lisa poured herself a glass and sat on the couch.

After taking several drinks, she held the glass up to the light, appreciating the wines color.  She knew a lot about wine, her father was a connoisseur of sorts and their estate had a huge wine cellar.

Sometimes, even though she was little, her father would take her down to the cellar with him to help him select a bottle to go with dinner.  He’d even let her taste just a little as long as she didn’t tell her mother.  Her mother…. she was a wonderful cook, and would spend hours in the kitchen preparing amazing dinners for parties, or even just the three of them.  That was, at least, until she got sick.

Lisa took a deep sigh and threw her head back to rest on the back of the couch.  She barely remembered her mother.  What she had were images mostly, and some feelings.  She was a warm, beautiful, intelligent woman, and a gifted pianist.  Lisa remembered her mother playing the piano, her beautiful dark hair hanging down her back, and her long fingers on the keys.  She wanted her daughter to share in her love of music, and so she began teaching Lisa to play at the age of three.  Even though she was every bit as gifted as her mother, Lisa lost her desire to play after her mother’s death.  She continued taking lessons for several years, at her father’s insistence, but her heat was no longer in it and she stopped playing as a teenager.

The memory of her mother getting ready to greet her husband on his return from a deployment came to mind.  She would spend hours getting herself and Lisa ready for his return.   She remembered sitting on her mother’s bed watching her get ready, styling her hair and putting on her makeup.  She could vaguely remember her mother’s perfume.  She wanted so much to be just like her, but ironically, she turned out to be just like her father instead.  It was almost easier for her to follow in his footsteps that her mothers’.  She didn’t know if she could ever measure up to her mother’s memory, so she didn’t try.



Lisa felt tears forming in her eyes and so she decided to stop thinking about the past for the time being.  It was too painful.   She had spent the last few days crying about Karl, reliving her childhood yet again wasn’t going to help matters.

She stood up when the microwave beeped and felt a warm sensation through her body.

I feel more relaxed already.  Good thing I’m not on call tonight.  I suppose there’s nothing wrong with having a drink every now and then.  Maybe it’ll help me sleep better.

Lisa removed her linguini marinara dinner from the microwave and brought it back with her to the couch.   She clicked on the TV to watch the evening news and poured herself another glass of wine, her third.

Back at the café….

After dinner Roy looked at Claudia who was staring vacantly into her coffee cup.   “What wrong, babe?”

“I was just thinking about Lisa again.  How much do you know about her relationship with her father.”

“A little bit. He’s not a bad guy, really.  I get the impression that he’s very protective of his “little girl.”   I know for a fact that he hated Riber.  Not at first, but as soon as he started expressing his anti-war sentiments Hayes was more than happy to sign his transfer papers to Mars.”

“I never knew that!  I know Lisa didn’t either.  She told me that her father liked Karl and was angry because he left her to go to Mars.  It must have driven him nuts that Lisa was so adamant about being with him. ”

“It did.  She kept putting through transfer requests and he kept blocking them.  She’s never forgiven him for that, but I’m sure he thought he was doing his best to protect her.”

“So I guess he won’t be of much help to her when we get back to Earth, huh?”

 “I wouldn’t count on it.  Not unless they have some kind of reconciliation.  Why don’t you tell the girls to ask her to go out with them next time?  She really needs to get out more.”

Claudia sighed and scrunched up her face.  “They stopped asking because she never says, yes.”

“Well give her a nudge.  Now stop worrying about Lisa, she’ll be fine.”  Roy stood up and offered Claudia his hand.  “Now let’s get out of her and go back to my place while it’s quiet.”





Is this the beginning of Lisa’s drinking problem?

Will Lisa and Rick ever discuss what happened on Mars?



To be continued……





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