An old fox

Tesemon was not taking well how his career had ended, not that the old Admiral could not take advantage of the fact that he was still relatively young, the problem was that shortly after making the decision to retire to avoid being sent to patrol the Outer Rim it was learned that his world, his planet, only had four years left.

But the real rage came when those damned Olympeion convinced everyone that the best way to guarantee the future of humanity was to send the young, to useful professions, on their mission of salvation. What had all the years of faithful service to the Navy been for? Why had the high command not fought if the Helena space station was to be the base?

He had retired to face death from a sofa, well, not even that, in a year or so they would be evacuated from Alcea and sent to some lost Rock in the galaxy, without their comforts, separated from everything, waiting for death when the enemy invaded them again.