Raph al Guul
“I’m not so sure about this, Romul. Don’t you think this is too risky?” It wasn’t that serious a question. Timbobulus knew that Romul was fixed on going through with it. He just needed to somehow express his anxiety.
“What is it? Are you chickening out? Do I have to remind you why we’re doing this?”
“Progress, Timbo!” Romul always called him Timbo. “We are getting our share. For the longest time, they called us ‘developing countries’ – they stuck their ugly noses in our lives, acted like we were dumb, incompetent children!” Timbobulus knew that Romul was right.
“I know, but-“
“Dude, what’s the matter with you? Are you trying to shove us back down the drain?”
“We have grown as a nation. We are no longer ‘developing’ in the eyes of the international snobs. It may be an age of fire, but it will be our glorious age. Our place in the sun is waiting.”
“Doesn’t expanding our nation by invading other ‘developing countries’ make us snobs, too?”
“Are you saying we can’t do what every other industrialized nation in the world has done before us? You know we have a right to do it. We are no longer inferior to anyone.”
“It’s just that- this might mean war…”
“We are prepared for a war. We would be the aggressors. Only the aggressors are prepared.”
“But the entire world would be against us!?”
“Timbo. I’m telling you. We are prepared. We have enough bombs to destroy the entire world.” He said it like it was an achievement.
“But do we want to destroy the entire world?”
“We are not going to. Come on, we talked about this. It’s not about what we do; it’s about what we can do. Anything!” Romul was good at what he did. He was a born leader, both literally and figuratively. Timbobulus admired him, but he could never have claimed to understand him. There was something about his motives and his way of expressing them that seemed disturbingly disparate. Timbobulus turned back to the control board and opened the voice channels to the three generals that were waiting for orders to individually invade different parts of the adjacent country. He looked at Romul: “Alright, we’re all set.”
Romul stepped up to the microphone: “Gentlemen, ‘Age of the Phoenix’ is a go.”
to be continued… some day