Captain Rex Battlefront 2 Novels & Stories

But Rex isn't sane yet, and I can't go ahead and watch him end him while not being aware of his actions. The Beta is bleeding excessively. I can't let him die on me. His befitting death already awaits him. I need to buy time for him to heal. I almost believed I wouldn't make it before Rex delves even deeper into him. But I was miraculously able to exert a successful tele grip to have the enemy appear behind me. Of course, my uncouth interference only provokes the nefarious Alpha glowering death beams my way. Rex begins a low growl that comes off as his attempt to warn me to hand over his prey or face dire consequences.

The weekend had promised him nothing but silence and rest, a precious pocket of time before the finals on Wednesday. His team had worked too hard for this, and Taiga knew how important it was to keep his head clear. Another championship win would cement their name, their second victory in a row. His opponents this year… he scoffed at the memory of hearing their team name. The Apex Predator. Lame as hell. Still, he’d been warned their captain was one of the Devil’s Soldiers, a man who apparently had his sights set on captaining any team he played for. Fine. Let him try.

"The King says keep the throttle pinned! Blood on the asphalt!" The Revers roared their approval, the sound of fifty open-piped choppers deafening the alien calls of the jungle wildlife. But the jungle wasn't just going to let an army roll through its pristine, mutated ecosystem unchallenged. "Movement on the right flank!" Captain Reyes called out. She was standing in the gunner’s hatch of a heavy scav-crawler right behind the motorcycle vanguard, her plasma rifle coated in the residual, glowing Origin-Code from the Neon Rain.

The final beta flanked to the right, trying to pincer their position. "Take the flanker, Jax!" Ren ordered, standing up from his prone position and drawing his spectral pistol in his left hand while keeping the heavy rifle in his right. Jax leaped into the air, glitching across the gap. His data-sword flashed blue, cleanly decapitating the final beta hound in a shower of sparks. The Alpha was alone. It crested the ridge, leaping directly at Ren, its electrified jaws snapping wide to crush his avatar's throat.

But when his voice finally broke the silence, “Back to work already?” She did. Rex stood in the doorway of her office. Pale. Controlled. Unreadable. Their eyes met. For a moment, the world narrowed to something dangerously familiar. Not warmth. Not comfort. Something unfinished. “You should still be recovering,” Jenna said. “And leave this unresolved?” he replied. She tilted her head slightly. “What exactly do you think this is?” A pause. Then Rex stepped inside. “War,” he said. “And I intend to win it.”

He touches the screen quickly and the announcer begins to speak and move down the line. "Captain Terrax will be fighting a Latroot...Commander Saz will be fighting a Mangog...Commander Fornis will be fighting a Bunte...Captian Het will be fighting a Zobilo...Captain Cailan will be fighting a Balsig," the announcer says so quickly I stop breathing so I can hear him properly.

I knew Alpha Maximus would come for me. 'As long as we have Hope, we will have the upper hand,' Alpha Tate smiles, wiping the big grin from my face. 'Okay, everyone, prepare yourselves in case he arrives tonight. Alpha Liam. Do you think we can organise some Wolfsbane?' Alpha Tate asks. 'Yes, I'll get onto it right away,' Alpha Liam answers. Wolfsbane, again? These cowards. I glare at Alpha Liam with hatred in my eyes. Alpha Maximus On entering the Dawnbury territory, I can see Sally running in the distance. 'Sally! Sally!' I call out.

Heavy Fighter [A] 4x Raijin Concepts “Shatterpulse” Mortar [X] — Their captain, Tyretha, appeared on the fleet’s comms and signaled their readiness once all were fully deployed. “Hydra squadron, ready to go,” she said. “Received, Hydra,” Lucifer answered.

I turned to the rebels. Rax stood at the front. The rebel leader looked like a map of the Dregs—scarred, rough, uneven. His assault rifle was leveled directly at my chest plate. The barrel didn't waver. "Control your animals, Highblood," Rax warned. His voice was tight, scraping against the silence. "Or we put them down." Adrenaline spiked, hot and sharp. My combat focus narrowed. I calculated the trajectory. Distance: fifteen feet. Armor integrity: 60%. I could cross the gap, break his arm, and use him as a shield before his finger cleared the trigger guard.