Rocket German
December 29th, 2008 by admin
He pulled off his helmet, revealing an absolutely hairless head with neither eyebrows nor eyelashes, something that had escaped Vectis’s notice. He wondered now whether Commodus wore the helmet for reasons other than enhancing his height. Vectis felt pity for the man as he fidgeted with the crest on his helmet. He looked the picture of despair, all pretense of bravery gone. “Prefect,” he said in a whisper, “you must transfer me south. Given the present conditions of all those Rocket Germans, I do not belong here. I am not a soldier.” He gestured at his military clothing and laughed nervously.