Clone Trooper Captains Novelas e Histórias

He was escorted onto the stage with a few bruises still visible on his face, though he had been cleaned up and dressed properly for the ceremony. “These are three of the seven captains who were shortlisted,” I announced. “Two of them have completed the required years of service and have demonstrated loyalty and leadership. They are hereby promoted to High Generals of the pack.” The crowd cheered as Lucian presented their awards. Then I faced the remaining captain. He lowered his head, already knowing what was coming. “For conduct unworthy of his rank, failure to protect those under his command, and confirmed acts of betrayal, I hereby strip him of his title and demote him publicly before the

Konrak muttered, still munching in the beef jerky from earlier while Lyra shot him a look that told promises of what more she could do “You..” “We need to talk strategy, what is the plan, lyrianovshc is getting too impatient, we cannot be sloppy” Alo interrupted Konrak, his face straight and ready for business. These three were the sub commanders of the army and my carranaum, my must trusted allies in the whole world “We need to get rid of the lyrianovshc” I stated plainly to them, because they knew the plan, they knew what had to be done to set things right

He pulled back his fur hood, revealing a face scarred by frostbite. "Queen Natalia," the warrior rasped, bowing his head just enough to acknowledge her title without showing submission. "I am Captain Torin of the Frost-Tooth pack. Elder Craig sent us to intercept you." Dmitry stepped in front of Natalia, his scent flaring with a hostile, warning dominance. "If Craig thinks he can arrest the Queen in the wastes, he’s going to lose his best scouts."

The door suddenly opened, and my mother came in with Gael and the older soldier I had seen in the soldiers' camp. When she approached us, she stopped, acknowledging Tristan, saying, "Welcome back, Alpha Tristan; Gael told us you woke up." "Yeah, I hoped the servant boy would," he glared pointedly at Gael, who returned the stare but not as heated as Tristan's. "Alpha Tristan, Gael, is a respected Captain of our Army; he has a lot of achievements," the elder General explained. "Yeah," Tristan glared at Gael again, "which includes holding hands like it's peacekeeping."

Their sticks weren't wood or obsidian; they were Tachyon-Emitters. Their leader stepped forward. He removed his helmet, revealing a face that sent a shock of recognition through Elara’s soul. He had the same jawline, the same golden eyes—but his skin was a map of scars, and his aura was one of weary, absolute authority. "My name is Elara-7," the figure said, her voice a gravelly echo of Elara’s own. "I am the Captain of the Tomorrow-League. And I’ve come back from the 'End-State' of the Source to tell you one thing: You have to delete the Root-Access."

“I understand, Captain.” “I may not stay in Dark Cape in the future, so I'll leave it to the three of you here. Killer is the first deputy captain of Red Flame, Paul is the second deputy captain, and Tulip is the third deputy captain. As for how to split the subordinates, discuss it among yourselves. I hope that when I come back again, I will see a brand-new Red Flame.” “We will definitely live up to your expectations, Captain,” the trio replied together.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

"What are you talking about?" "Well, miss, I did introduce myself as third captain. That's how this all works, you see. Troy has been second in command since him and Cap were boys. Troy is the captain of the Persephone in his stead when Cap's not on deck to give orders, like right now, for example." "Rethinking going to your quarters for a while, aren't you?" Troy was grinning like an idiot. I hated him. "Fine," I ground out, walking forward with my chin jutting toward the sails, not making eye contact with Troy as I passed him. "Show me to my room, Robbie."

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin... With each name, my fear grows. These aliens are twice the size of their female counterparts, and they don't look friendly. They don't necessarily look mean either, but I can tell they have killed. Their bodies and demeanor say power. A power that I could never dream of matching.