Max/Rick: Robotech & the Invid Sport

Max Sterling and Rick Hunter (of Robotech) marshal teamwork-cool in-defiance of the hideous/dark Invid-legion in a wartime special-helmet of things sanity for football (fanfiction).

Robotech fanfiction for your early Sunday-AM of 1st-weekend of '26. Thanks so much for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced franchise of inspiration or its associations/storyboards/characters and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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MAX: We amass our shared courage and think straight to this Invid war ('sport').

RICK: Sportsmanship has been a hallmark of midways-competition sanity wartime.

MAX: That's 'cool'-truth, Mr. Rick Hunter, and it's why I mark you as first-knight!

RICK: As Commander-General of our democratic Robotech legion, you're good-ace.

MAX: Thanx...I've tons of weight on the brain now with the inglorious Invid (war).

RICK: The lethal and calculating Invid 'legion' disorients mind's-space for sports.

MAX: They do not appreciate the high-minds symbolism of sports as sanity-know.

RICK: Selfie-like, sir (ok).

The inglorious Invid 'legion' was set to make the threat against the pronounced-and-valiant democratic Robotech 'force' no easy-potatoes for defense of things shared and social in the modern universe of space-wars and lasers and hideous machinery and 'cool' jet-fighter transformers for direct engagements with evil/terrorism (ok). Commander Max Sterling knew his ace first-knight Mr. Rick Hunter, of the Robotech-legion, would be needed for cool social confidence/courage to marshal the right-stuff cleats and adjectives for links between sportsmanship and war-controls for romance...and medicine!

INVID HORDE EMPEROR: Aliens words rich to make-vertigo of sports-links to peace.

INVID HORDE DRONE: There's ample outer space Hell cleats for ruining Robotech?

INVID HORDE EMPEROR: The key is to destroy the alignment strength of Max/Rick.

INVID HORDE DRONE: It's true that Commander Sterling and pilot Hunter are good!
INVID HORDE EMPEROR: We'll make mark of things of war if Sterling rallies arts.

INVID HORDE DRONE: Selfie-like.

As the war raged, Max and Rick kept their good-alignment for teamwork a sign of things of democracy and duty for the Robotech-force vying for controls of sanity in outer-space in defiance of the nihilist march of the hideous and calculating and relentless Invid-horde (ok). Commander Sterling (Max) cited/invoked/distributed a very-special 20th-Century Earth-culture sports-activity inferenced NFL QB-rookie trading-card treasure, for an Xmas-season resurrected gift-package program (for youngsters!) to remind (all) citizenry of the brain-value of sports-midways symbolism in wartime 'troubles' of things...know/doubt. Rick Hunter congratulated the Robotech-commander for swift treasure display for mentalism of idealism, confidence, history, education, and the cool-color of knucklebones (ok).

THE END 

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