Trojan War Chapter 3

 

3.

There was another quality to the life at Olympia which Zeus had decreed that the ruler of the realm shall interact with its world and hence the calling on the inhabitants to visit them not at their world but also Olympia. The mothership Olympia was designed to the city of for the Gods and yet it held not a foundation to any world but was to move in between worlds. A massive city was built on the structure of the huge mothership engines so that it could move between the twelve worlds. The interstellar travels were not its only main designated objective, but it was to invade the worlds. The Olympia on its one upright surface was the fourteenth towers alike to the landscape of any landed city, but beneath that side was the weaponized fortress with its hundred and forty launching bay to accommodate four times the number of fighter crafts. The Olympia was accompanied by six motherships, eight destroyers, and ten troops ships with a complement of a hundred thousand warriors.

The Olympia was an invasion fleet by itself.

It was considered as an emissary fleet by Zeus.

And emissaries do things with grandeur.

“I welcome the new guests of mine.” Zeus roared out above the noise that was then at the Hall named after him. It was a huge hall to accommodate a seating of five thousand coupled with the five hundred servants to ensure the feast was without any lack of refreshments. The feast was monitored by the presence of another five hundred sentries; all droids in design, programmed to be discreet and instead of the wrist cannons, they held the stunner to disable any unscrupulous guests.

“We are the Spartans. My name is …” The one who spoke for the Spartans held a physical frame with a huge chest.

“Tyndareus. King Tyndareus. Yes, I have heard of you and was looking to meet you for some time.” Zeus addressed the King of the Spartans. He had desired to meet the Spartans formally. The Spartans were of a smaller world compared to the other eleven worlds but its prowess in the art of war and bravery was well known. King Tyndareus was past his prime but he was still a formidable warrior. It was reputed that the Spartans were trained from birth to their adulthood in the skills of fighting. Due to their smaller numbers, and high casualties the Spartans have not held any difference to genders and all that was born to the world was given the same training. The training was tough and casualties may happen then.

“As a Spartan by birth, death does not matter as long as it was in the service of the world.” That was the wisdom of the Spartans.

“You did not wear your armor, Spartan.” Zeus looked at the King. Tyndareus had worn on the Chiton’ the simple tunic over his body and on his feet were the sandals but he had on over his shoulder was the red crimson cloak; the Chlamys with the inverted ‘V’ sign, the symbol of the Spartan warrior. That tunic was disputed on entry than for beneath it may conceal weapons but the Spartans were adamant for it was their choice of official wear.

“I am not at war and wore my people’s choice. We are of a smaller world, and with simpler needs except to offer our services in battles, for the return of wealth which we can carry back to our world. We used it to reinforce our world.”

“And a welcoming world to the realm and much appreciated in the aid of battles. I believe this is our first meeting since Sparta had been aligned to the realm.” Zeus held out his hand in friendship. It was gripped hard by the other at the wrist with a test of strength.

“I like a firm grip on my mine,” Zeus commented on the handshake.

“As you would have if you met our women.” Tyndareus then moved aside to introduce his Queen. “Leda of Sparta, the Queen of Sparta.”

A lady stepped forth wearing what was known as a Chiton’ a cloth wrap around the body with the double clasp on the shoulders to hold it up. The cloth wraps loosely on the lady’s figure to her feet and she was barefooted. There was not much to imagine what the eyes could feast on for the material of the chiton was not any thick materials but the silky one and thin revealing the inside and yet shroud it in mysterious glimpses.

“It’s my honor to meet you, Queen Leda.” Zeus does not bow to anyone but reached out his hand with the hand facing downward. It was customary for the women to bow and kiss the hand as a token of respect.

“It’s also mine.” Leda stepped forward and took Zeus’s hand. She then stepped back behind her King. It was then the Goddess of Olympia stepped forth.

“I am Hera, the Goddess of Olympia and keeper of the death.” Hera stepped forth in her version of the Chiton. Her’ was the length of fine fabric, secured with ornamental clasps or pins, and a huge girdle to be secured at her waistline. The fabric reached her ankles and on her feet were the delicate sandals. She wore a headpiece which was a turban wrap around her head with the flumes of feathers that sprayed above it and to the rear. The unique part of it was her choice of shade was dark with the crimson red on the sleeve of her arms.

“I am honored to meet you, Goddess Hera, and Queen of Olympia.” Tyndareus bowed to the lady while Hera did not offer her hand to be kissed, as it was unlike the right of a woman to make another man kissed her hand unless he is her lover.

“A Goddess, I am, but a Queen I am not. Olympia held no Queen. Here in Olympia, women are not the equal of Man.” Hera then smiled. “But we do have many goddesses keen to meet you, King Tyndareus.”

“Ha! I am honored but the purpose of knowing them is to bestow my respect to them as ….women.” King Tyndareus smiled.

“And I was told that in Sparta, men and women are equally ranked. Your women fight with the men in battles.” Hera looked at Zeus in turn. “We don’t have it here.”

“It’s as I have said. Sparta is a small world, and we do not have the numbers to substitute our losses in men unless we have the women to back us up.” King Tyndareus replied and it drew some giggles and murmurs from the non-Spartan’s group. The others in the Spartan’s group reacted in anger but their King halted them.

“It’s misunderstood by others as a sign of …. Lack of masculine but everyone in Sparta is trained from birth to defend the honor of Spartan. We do not dictate the gender of birth, but we give equal rights to them all.”

“I salute your act. It’s a noble move, King Tyndareus of Spartan.” Zeus stepped in before any parties to his feast chose to exercise their masculine nature to the subject. “Please do enjoy the feast.”

King Tyndareus bowed towards Zeus and then to Hera. He watched them move on to greet the other guests, while the King himself felt upset at the questioning by the Goddess. It was a known fact through the twelve worlds that the Spartans army consisted of women, and there were numerous tales of their heroic battles. They were non-equal in the realm except to the renegade Amazons; the women warriors of the Frontiers.

“Despair not, my King. The Goddess is taunting you.” King Tyndareus was consoled by the Queen. “She spites at us as if she was doing it to Zeus.”

“I hear you, Leda. The Olympians are indeed powerful but they do bitter like us the commoners in the facts of life.” King Tyndareus forced a smile on his face while in his mind he was stabbing the Goddess to remove her head. He saw Zeus had moved on to the enemy of his world for eons; the Archaeon.

“Archaeon…. I dislike them even from afar and yet we are sharing the same feast.” King Tyndareus cursed out.

“Halt your distaste, my King. We have another ten worlds to smile with, minus the Acheron. They may call on us to fight their battles.” Leda assured the King. It was known that the Archaeon was the long bitter enemy of the Spartan. “Or maybe even to fight the Archaeon once more. Nothing is firm in these worlds, except what we hold inside us.”

“Yes, I believe so.” King Tyndareus turned to his Queen before he pats her stomach. “This one is firm. Our children.”

It was true that before Zeus and his Olympian’s united the twelve worlds in a treaty of peace and unification, the twelve worlds have battled each other for eons, and with no true winners or losers but the loss of life and properties.