Commander Bly Star Wars Novels & Stories

The alien’s glowing eyes focused on her. “You misunderstand.” Lyra frowned. “How?” The commander raised his hand again. The holographic map zoomed outward, revealing the full galaxy once more, hundreds of prison systems, many of them unstable, some already flashing warning signals. “You believe you are negotiating from strength.” Lyra crossed her arms. “Aren’t I?” The commander answered calmly. “You are.” That response surprised her. But then he continued. “However…” The projection zoomed in on one particular star system glowing red.

A thousand soldiers stood at attention in the square, their uniforms neat, their eyes solemn. Beneath the towering flagpole stood a tall man in black armor Commander Picsis, my former instructor in the Wolf Fang Special Forces, now the leader of the Black Flame Legion. In his hands rested a carved ebony urn my parents' ashes. Viserys took the urn reverently and placed it in my arms. "The heroes of the Empire have finally returned home," he said softly. Then he bowed and thousands of soldiers followed. "Salute to the heroes of the Helian Empire!"

She keeps watching me far too closely for my liking, but before she can push it further, two massive commanders stride into the room and the whole atmosphere shifts. They do not belong here. I recognise one of them instantly: Blake, Edwardo’s second-in-command. The other is just as big, just as lethal. The commanders usually eat in their own dining room. The fact they’re in ours has most of the warriors looking up from their plates to track them. Blake’s gaze sweeps the hall once, sharp and efficient, then lands on me. Shit. He changes direction without hesitation and heads straight for our table. Morgan and Jeb both stiffen beside me.

Outside the window, the city lights blurred against the glass, and somewhere out there, Richard Blackwood already knew more about my own body than I had an hour ago. Whatever war Andrea had been fighting before, it had just gained a second target who could not yet defend herself at all.

"Nice to meet you. We're on the same team now. I'm Larry of Draco Hall. This is Blade, my wingman. When Supreme Leader found us, we were very weak too. After we got help from him, our ability improved." "That's right. We owe it to the Supreme Leader."

Silver light surged across the steel. The blade shattered. The battlefield went dead silent. Even the Ravagers stared. Kairos stepped closer to the commander slowly. Terrifyingly calm. “You followed a man who chained fear to power,” he said. The Thread carried his voice across the courtyard. Every wolf heard it. Every Ravager too. “And look where it brought you.” The commander snarled and lunged again. Kairos moved once. A single strike. The commander hit the ground unconscious before anyone fully processed what happened.

For now, Hailey is our way for the Dark Lord to regain her strength. But the point is, the Dark Lord will reign the world again and now—she will be invincible as ever. Your mission is not only to protect a Lawson but to be a Commander of the army. We will soon—so soon—bring them down. Those who hurt Mondragon and Alvarez shall pay a thousandfold. Those who killed your parents will pay a thousandfold, as Mondragon-Alvarez has promised. You are now appointed as a Commander of EPUA. Congratulations.

Where they'd decided to hunt wolves for generations. The commander gestured to a chair. "Sit." I sat, hands folded to hide their trembling. Cole was placed across from me. Our eyes met in shared understanding. The commander settled at the head of the table, flanked by two officers—a sharp-eyed woman and a younger man with rigid bearing. "I am Commander Garrett. Second in command of the Order. These are Captain Reyna and Lieutenant Marks." I nodded to each. Garrett was neutral. Reyna skeptical but open. Marks openly hostile.