VC2 Chapter 35-Darkness Returns

Sector 2100

Planet 2105

December 3, 2052

McClelland patrolled his fleet on the outer sector of the Northern quadrant monitoring fleet activities and ensuring peace is kept.

“Good day Captain McClelland.” a man greeted on the comms as his cargo ships took off form his base and headed to the other planets.

“What's cooking McClelland?” Watts warped into the space in front of him ferrying resources.

“Not much really interesting.” McClelland replied.

“Well, you know what they say? No news is good news.” Watts laughed as his ships flew out of view.

“Suppose so. Have a nice one Watts.” McClelland chuckled and continued monitoring fleet movement.

“Don't miss me too much chap.” Watts joked.

McClelland got off his command chair and pointed at a nearby officer to take his duty.

“Understood sir.” the officer nodded in acknowledgement.

McClelland stretched his arms and went towards his quarters and brew himself some coffee. He walked to his desk and grabbed his empty mug on the table and headed to the coffee maker when suddenly the alarm sounded throughout the ship.

“Unidentified bases warping to planet 2105! Repeat, unidentified bases warping into planet 2105!” the announcement sounded.

McClelland turned his head to look out the window at the nearby planet when dozens of big bases began warping into its orbit. After the bases warped in, hundreds of ships flew out of their ships bays and began firing at everything in space.

“Shit...” McClelland dropped his mug to the shattering it to pieces as he watched a barrage of missiles heading towards him.

McClelland rushed out of his quarters and sprinted to the bridge. The officer in command had already saw incoming missiles and immediately ascended the ships upwards dodging the barrage.

“Sir, we need to call for immediate backup!” the officer shouted as he gave command of the ship to McClelland.

“Heavy casualties on planet 2105. Hundred civilian casualties and still rising.” an officer alerted as he looked at the devastation.

McClelland piloted his ships away from 2105 and headed into the open space.

“Sir? What are we doing?” an officer aboard another NB ship asked McClelland.

“We are clearly outnumbered ten to one. We need to retreat to HQ and save all our ships. We'll take the longer way home.” McClelland broadcasted to his ships in space.

“Copy sir.” the officer replied and quickly followed McClelland's lead.

“Guess who's back bitches.” Jake spoke on the comms on an open channel.

“Who?” a civilian replied on the channel.

 “It's me Jake of Galactic Gangsters!” Jake laughed hysterically.