Rhodos: Spartari Core World:
"I don't care who they send! I am not paying those taxes! I am an Archon for fuck sake! Handle this or your ass is grass!" A man shouted through his communicator before slamming it against the desk.
"Fucking imbeciles. He muttered before reaching under his desk. He then opened his mini fridge and pulled out a cold one and opened it with his teeth. The man looked down a moment at his growing beer gut and sighed.
Not two years ago was he in the army kicking ass and taking names. And now here he was using beer to aid in his agony and grief. He knew he was destroying himself, he just no longer cared, or perhaps he did and just didn't have the effort to try anymore?
*Knock Knock Knock*
'Ugh, what now.' He thought. "Come in!"
