Otto, now standing on the middle of the room, stood with his arms behind his back. His belly clearly stood forward, however he showed no signs of fatigue due to his size. Soon the big mustache and beard gave room to a human mouth beneath them. He spoke clearly, with a Rheinlandish accent and the voice of a man who's background certainly laid on the military.
"Ottokar Holzman, sir, former Rheinland Armored Transport Captain."
The words sounded proud, but in anger somehow.
"The past years of my life I have worked as a transport Captain, serving the victims of wars envolving Rheinland - more recently against Liberty. Food. Water. Medicine. To serve the people of Rheinland beneath all costs, it was my job, and I have learned over the years how to defend a transport against the enemy, how to attack, but most of all, that my purpose is to do it for the people."
Proud indeed. His lungs are exhaling determination, instead of air by this moment. One knows that hauling food and water during a war is the last profitable position to be. And yet... He does not flinch. The insistence and strength on the words "victims" and "people" however... Made Otto twitch a little. He held back anger on to his past employee. He simply could not hide it.
"It took a while."
"It took a while, but I have come to the conclusion I never did fight for zhe people. But for the money pockets of some greedy Sch-."
Otto pauses for a second. His skin turning back from red to normal color.
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