Self RPs:_________________________
Nicodemous sat in his office filling out more paper work. More disciplinary action papers for soldiers who had their cargo taken. If it were really up to Nic he would have pardoned these charges, but by law they needed to be punished for loosing valuable cargo. There seemed to be more and more of these papers that needed to be filled out. Nicodemous had no doubt which gang was behind this, and the thought made him frown. Yet at the same time he was saddened by the thought. It always made him think of that day...
He couldn't help but feel it was his fault, his little brother's out come. Than that image would tear at his mind. His parent's murder...
Nicodemous dropped his pen to rub his temples as if to rub that image away. "such a pain sometimes..." He sighed as he looked at a picture of Rudolf framed with an expensive wooden frame. It was a picture taken a month before the incident. The picture was an attempt at 'fancy', but out of spite for his parents Rudolf managed to make it look more like a play ground photo. His hands were rested over his head and he gave the camera man one of his signature grins. His parents punished him, but later that night they both went out for a joy ride in that old shield liger. Nicodemous missed those times...
With a long drawn out sigh he picked up the pen and finished the last of the papers than set it in the opposite box. He turned around and faced the window behind him. The rain was coming down quite hard over the gardens. This was the same house they had lived in, rebuilt of course to nearly what it once was.
As he stared out of the window the phone begun to ring. A tone Nicodemous quickly grew to hate. Turning from the window he answered the phone and took a seat at his desk once more.
"General Whitebane." He answered in his usual monotone phone voice. Each time he wished that the phone would just suddenly die so he didn't have to deal with the calls.
"HEY!" Shouted an obnoxious familiar voice. "You all ready for the formal this year?! GOD it's going to be a blast. I'll show up this time I promise... maybe. " The guy sounded borderline drunk, but he usually did.
"Yes Mr. President." Nicodemous got a paper and pen ready for some notes he KNEW the president would want him to take with his next sentence.
"So, I'm gonna need you to take some notes here. Just a second. You all ready?"
"Yes Mr. President...." Nicodemous tapped the paper as he waited.
"Okay, see here... We are going to need some food. Ah, can you make sure they have those grape sodas? And please please please make sure no one spikes it this time. You know I'm not fond of the drink. Actually, the ones in the soda cans are just fine. Make sure they have the ones in the cans, none of that bowl stuff. "
Nicodemous wrote down the small noes as the president rambled on. It was hard to believe this guy sounded very professional when on screen or in front of the people. He usually put on a mask for the people, so they were more comfortable. However, when he talked with the general he was more himself. A goof ball, smart, but a goof.
"Hm, Oh, and cheese pizza... just make it look fancy somehow. Even fancy parties need some pizza. No pepperoni though. That stuff will make the room smell in no time if ya know what I mean." the president laughed.
"Last note, come out of your box and actually enjoy the party this time. No more hiding in the office. People are not scary you know..."
Nicodemous almost wrote that note down. "Yes sir...." He continued with the monotone voice, hiding his distaste for public parties.
"Oh common. It's like I'm talking to a robot over there! More enthusiasm would be nice. You know me. So how's it going over there?"
"Y... Sure." He corrected himself. "Just a lot of paper work. More rogue attacks on supplies."
"That sucks..." The president sighed. He knew part of the story behind the general and his brother. One of the few people who knew.
"Yeah, I have a cargo being shipped in a few days. I might have to go with them depending on activity. Haris thought it would be a good idea to send a bunch of new soldiers on the mission as it would be easy. But from what I have seen the route they have planned crosses -his- territory."
"hmmm, that might be good for you. yes, you should do it than. " the president's tone slightly changed. He was slightly more serious.
"We can't be loosing shipments all the time. We might have to start sending in ultrasaurous squads with the shipments. Haven't heard of a rogue yet to steal from one of those."
"I wouldn't even try to steal from an ultrasourous squad." Nicodemous had seen them train and they were brutal. Not to mention the ZOID itself was intimidating. Them or the mad thunder squads...
"HA!" The president laughed. "Really, you seem like the type to do something crazy like that..." he cleared his throat. "So how was the unknown territory?"
"Bad weather as usual. I encountered about three bio ZOIDS again. But they ran off before I could take them down." He begun to draw random doodles on the note paper in all the empty spaces. " That seems to be the only kind of ZOID over there. All with hell armor."
"That can be a problem. Might have to start equipping Zi metal weapons on our ZOIDs. GOD that will cost a lot." He laughed. "You'll have to tell me more about it latter. I have a school toThe visit in about an hour. The little guys are excited from what I hear. Mustn't disappoint them!"
"Good luck with that. I hear they can be more vicious than most politicians."
"Oh, and I'm the worst politician of them all. I'll be fine. Take care Nico." He laughed than hung up leaving Nicodemous to the quiet of his office.
Nicodemous looked out of the window again, part of him was excited for this upcoming escort mission in the chance that there is an encounter with -him-. On the flip side, however, he dread the thought of an encounter with the king of rogues...
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