VC2 Chapter 37-Return of the Spartans

Sector 2100

Planet 2118

December 3, 2052

An middle-aged man rubbed his brown stubble as he looked at the hologram of Paul on his office table.

“Tassos Anastasios. NB is under attack by the Galactic Gangsters. The time has come for the Star Alliance Contingency Plan.” Paul addressed the situation.

“We will help NB anytime they require it. It is necessary for the activation of this plan? We never actually tested it out.” Tassos replied.

“We have no choice. We are outnumbered and this was Charlie's plan in the event of a massive enemy NB can not defeat alone.” Paul explained.

“Charlie, how is he?” Tassos expressed his concerns.

“He is still unconscious and I'm sure he needs your help.” Paul answered.

“Okay. The Myrmidons will come help NB. Charlie was there for me when I was near death. I will pay it back personally.” Tassos nodded and shut off the hologram and touched his chest as he reminded himself of his near death experience.

Tassos pressed a button on his table and a small buzzer sounded. A tall dark-haired man with markings of a commodore appeared at his office door.

“Dimitris, get everyone and their combat fleets ready. We are going to war.” Tassos walked to the back of the wall where a Greek Spartan helmet was placed alongside his family photos.

“Everyone Tassos?” Dimitris watched as Tassos picked up the helmet.

“Everyone. We go help NB.” Tassos blew dust off the helmet and felt the coldness of the metal.

“Ok, I will get everyone.” Dimitris nodded and rushed off.

Tassos looked at the dents and scratches on the helmet. It had been passed onto him by his ancestors before him. Only in times of great battles, Tassos had worn the helmet staying true to his heritage and traditions. Now it seemed like the time has come yet again for him to answer the call.

“Going to war?” a female voice spoke behind him.

A tall stunning blonde greeted Tassos with a smile as she placed her hands around Tassos' waist.

“Stella...” Tassos looked at his wife.

“I know.” Stella looked at the helmet and then back at Tassos.

“Then you know it's something important that I must do.” Tassos spoke softly.

“I know. Make us proud.” Stella kissed Tassos on the lips.

“Us?” Tassos stared deeply into Stella's eyes.

“Us...” Stella rubbed her belly.

“Oh my goodness.” Tassos crouched down and placed his head against her stomach.

“We will be waiting for you.” Stella stroked Tassos' brown curly hair.

 “We will be back.” Tassos stood up and then placed the helmet onto his head and briskly walked out.