Novel & Cerita Clone Trooper Captain Rex

Puffing his chest out and giving a short nod in acknowledgement, the captain barked the new commands needed and the soldiers quickly shuffled into new ranks, the longer weapons to the front, with the bladed soldiers in ranks behind them, the injured at the rear. ‘Damn they are useless by themselves, but good when told what to do,’ Rex said to himself, reaching out through his Amonthrul bond, ‘Can someone tell Markus we are closing in from behind them, I have about 100 or so new soldiers and would prefer to not be cut down by friendly fire,’ his words returning feelings of confusion back from them making him grin, “Do me proud commander, begin the assault.” Nodding quickly once more the capta

I came to a halt, bending forward, hand bracing on my thighs as I forced air into my lungs. “Damn,” Tony muttered. “Is he even human?” “That’s why he’s our captain.” A few chuckles followed. I headed towards them, and Nathan shoved me a bottle of water. Twisting it, I took a long drink, water spilling down the corner of my mouth. After emptying the bottle, I squeezed it harder than necessary and tossed it to the floor. I was about to turn, when Nathan gripped me by the arm. “Where are you going?”

"How 'bout it, Reager? Will the damned things work?" Servos whined as one of the Trooper IIs came to sudden life, walked out into the center of the chamber, and came to attention. His voice boomed through external speakers. "Ma'am! Yes, ma'am!" Lucy watched her commanding officer's face and saw everything she had hoped for. "Happy birthday, sir, and many happy returns". Marco looked at Reager, checked his wrist term, and started to laugh. It was good birthday! And there was hope.

Astaroth salutes. Rex thanked the clan master instead for helping them clear the trash from the true rebels. Though Kent had plans to deal with them after the war, it would be too late if they returned to civilian life. It would be much easier to deal with disobedient soldiers now while they are still under his command. The captain further explained the situation of the rebels was mostly composed of abusive people including those the ones Astaroth caught for them. "I see, Captain, give my regards to the Progenitor… I must go back and tend to my duties." He proclaimed.

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

My eyes locked immediately on the guy front and center. Brad Walker. Captain. Arms crossed, cocky smirk, messy dark hair, and those same piercing eyes that used to make the old me weak. “Anyway,” Kayla continued, oblivious, “we’ve got a game against Westfield tomorrow. You should come. It’s the perfect way to get thrown into the chaos.” “Maybe,” I said noncommittally. She stopped at a junction in the hallway. “My class is this way. Yours is straight down there, end of the hall. Sorry we’re not in the same one.”

"Have a good night, sir." Hayden said nothing as he drove through the gate. He looked back to see the guard he liked poking the other one in the chest as he yelled at him. Hayden chuckled and needed to remember to tell the Alpha about the brutish guard and his condescending attitude. He had no doubt that Alpha Tate did not want someone like him to be the first impression people were given of Silver Moon. Alpha Tate was waiting on the porch as Hayden parked in front of the pack house and got out of the SUV. Tate was already running down the steps to greet Hayden.