Daughter IV, Outer-most city of the Ocean territory
In recent days the conflict in Mataero King's mind has grown immense. To the point he withdrew from the Capital of Gesture Sovereign to a military outpost in Daughter IV. The thought surrounding himself with more of his kind, Ouizatten, than the human plague upon Mother Prime. It eased him. He could think out here. Nothing but water encasing him. Natural.
None of it sat right with him, the Humans, The Immigration Act, the treaties with other nations. Prime Minister Catch was running the Nation right into the ground. Though he was a friend, a dear friend. Lues Catch had the power to change to Nation for better or worse and Mataero didn't know where to stand.
During the war with the Kollective, when he was still Grand-Admiral, Leus Catch was his sole confidant. War is a world of hell and to face it alone is something beyond Ouizatten capacity. As Head of the Larriette house it was only natural, at least to Catch, that they confide in each other. It was thanks to him that Mataero had not broken down. That he remained the foundation of the Countries proud Armada. He owed everything to Leus Catch, but his morals fought against it.
Humans. How could he allow himself to even speak to one. Their skin, their nails. Hair growing all over their bodies. It was disturbing at best and King Amon of Narubia was scheduled to meet with the Prime Minister. For an Alliance.
Having taken his thoughts in an unused firing range, Mataero shook the thoughts from his head. Giving a low snarl he stepped up to a small booth. Pistol in hand he clenched his teeth, staring at the cardboard cut-out at the end of the range. Who was it at the end of the range? Lues Catch, King Amon? It could be anyone he pleased. It was his will. He raised his gun, aiming, steadying his hand with a deep breath. Only he knew who would be standing at the end.
Several shots erupted form the back rooms as Prime Minister Catch entered the Range, guided by five soldiers. "That should be him, sir." One of the soldiers said showing him the path to the range.
"May I speak with him alone?" Leus Catch said softly to the soldier, placing a withered hand on his shoulder.
"Of course, sir." The Soldier, back to the wall gave a hearty salute. The very sight made Catch smile before walking into the backrooms.
Once in the back he found the range. With it he also found Mataero King, loading another magazine into his pistol. "Taking out some stress, I see." The Prime Minister spoke up, his voice giving a slight echo. He knew he startled his old friend. From the way his grip tightened on the pistol and his quick turn to face him.
"Ah, as alert as ever."
"Too kind. If I were, I would have heard you enter the room." Mataero returned, letting out an annoying growl.
With a soft chuckle Catch shuffled over to the other. "Letting out some anger on old ghosts, hm?" His attention on the cardboard figure in the back. All head shots.
King gave a short grunt in response. "What are you doing out here? It's far too dangerous-" Catch put up his hand to stop him.
"I did not come here to discuss my safety, Mataero. It's importance is null." Catch had moved to a near bench and sat down, giving a long sigh. "Though there is no better security than the Minister of War."
Mataero crossed his bulky arms, "so you came about the Narubian. Speaking of, shouldn't you be in Mother Prime waiting."
"President Isabel shall preoccupy him in my stead. If King Amon's patience runs weary, perhaps we were not meant to form this Alliance, hm?" Catch said with a youthful smile. One filled with childish intent. He planned this. He planned on making the King of Narubia wait as a test. Foolish old man, still playing games.
"And I hope that it does." Mataero spat.
"Be kind now, Mataero. He is our guest." Catch replied smoothly.
"But why? Why humans of all beings here." Mataero's utter hate was boiling to the surface.
"This world does not belong to us. It is all our right to call it home. Do not be so naive to blind yourself from this truth, Mataero. A Xenophobe you may be-"
"Don't use that word." Mataero hissed, taking a step closer.
"Do not deny the truth. Please, look past this hate you hold against other beings." Catch stood up, moving towards Mataero. In a battle of height, Catch lost by a foot, but in a battle of courage he won by miles. "You do not hate them as you say, Mataero. You fear them." Mataero's eyes widened, his jaw clenching, with a force strong enough to shatter the old *Ouizae's bones. If he willed it he could kill the dying Ouizatten right here, right now. The anger swelled inside him, but it did not release... because Catch was right.
His rage subsided, muscles relaxing. Closing his eyes Mataero released a long sigh. " For you, Prime Minister, I will go." The Old Ouizae gave a short nod, turning to the door.
"Your bravery is an honor." Catch said shuffling out the door.
"Don't flatter me." Mataero seethed.
[[ *Ouizae is the equivalent of Man in English while Ouizet is for Woman ]]