Commander Bly Star Wars Novels & Stories

She smiled as she took the two packages from her without being able to slow as the commander was still all but dragging her along. When they came outside, the two stately cars were waiting, each with a warrior standing at the open door and one behind the wheel, along with an SUV ahead of each of them filled with more warriors. Moira came rushing out of the kitchen with two large coolers. “These are for the warriors, Gemma.” “Thank you again, Moira.” She smiled gratefully as she attempted to shuffle the packages in her hand to grab the large coolers. “Leave it.” The commander ordered and she turned to him indignantly. “Moira is a wolf; those coolers will break your back.” He muttered low

, Xian Karrh demanded, "what, if anything, have we learned?" "Quite a bit," a voice said, as Dagger Commander Hook Brolosi stepped out into the light. Born into a colony on a world so distant the Confederacy didn't even know about it, the youngster had never seen the Dodvalian home world or enjoyed Ember's slowly fading warmth. Sad in a way, yet all too typical of the younger officers who crewed ships such as the Camouflage. Xian Karrh liked the youth's brash confidence and met his eyes. "I'm relieved to hear it. Please proceed".

If Scarlett beat him so easily, her rank couldn't be low. "You really want to know?" Scarlett raised an eyebrow. "Obviously. Why else would I ask?" Scarlett smiled faintly. "Forget it. Even if I tell you, you won't believe me." "Stop dodging the question! Are you trying to tease me?" Hilary snapped. "You have to tell me today!" Scarlett looked at her and said calmly: "I am the Commander of the Obsidian Unit." Hilary's eyes instantly widened. Then her face flushed red with anger.

“Name your price to get Clark back.” Blythe takes a deep breath, pursing his lips, making a big show of thinking about it. “Actually,” he says, turning to me with a smirk. “I think I’m good. I think me and Clark are going to have a lot of fun in our little team of two.” I snarl at him, hating him at this moment. Because I know that this is about way more than just wanting the best sniper on your team. Blythe – he wants something, and he wants it from me.

Una replied. She sounded exhausted. "We know, but where are you? Where is Leia? Are you two okay?" I asked quickly. "Bosch has a spell on us. I'm locked away... Leia is locked in her own head, not in control of body." Una said, as she spoke her voice got quieter and quieter. "What do you mean? Can you tell me anything you see?" I asked. "House.. old..." Una whispered before I felt the line cut off. I ran straight towards the pack house and didn't stop until I barged into the office. "Brad?" My dad said, jumping to his feet. "Una! Leias wolf.. She reached out to me just now." I said, trying to catch my breath. "What did she say? Where are they??" My dad asked standing in front of me. "She is

Bellamy Blake, clad in military garb, walked out slowly. The moment he did so, the faces of Fourth Master Yates, Nathan, and the sleepers from the Yateses of America’s other collateral changed drastically. Bellamy Blake! The first-in-command of the South Light Military, Commander Bellamy Blake! And yet, he was a mere subordinate in front of Harvey! What was Harvey’s identity?! This was too shocking! Fourth Master Yates and others were completely baffled. It was especially true of Nathan, who couldn’t imagine such an impossible possibility. Although he was the Cobra Warrior of the Cobra Squad, cold horror penetrated his whole being this very minute.

The mechanical man made a slight bow towards both colonials. "Gentlemen, I am Commander John Price, commander of the 92th BattleGroup and the Battlestar Invictus. Standing beside me is my second in command, Colonel Mark Howard" who nodded upon the mentioning of his name. I welcome you aboard my vessel. Before you enter however, I understand your need for a security team, but I must insist on them leaving their assault weapons behind." he nodded at the bulky looking rifles the soldiers were carrying. "Enough accidents have happened when someone got jumpy. You may keep your sidearms." The soldiers gave questioning looks to their superiors, but after an approving nod, they left behind their rif