Novel & Cerita Commander Wolffe Clone Wars

The stars seemed to snap into existence as Jose Fonseca-Three Hundred Forty six dropped hyper, switched his sensors to max, and scanned the surrounding volume of space. Something that he, plus all 876 of his "brothers" had done countless times before. In spite of the fact that the Clone Hegemony had joined the Confederacy at the conclusion of the second Dodvalian war, they continued to maintain their own military forces and placed little reliance on the Confederate Navy. That being the case, the clones conducted regular patrols along their section of the Galaxy - mostly to control smuggling, but to ensure their sovereignty as well.

“Hmph. It looks like we’re winning over here. I think we can send some troops over to the Merman and Shell clans. They’re having a little trouble it seems.” “[Pilfering Swarm]” As Afro was just saying that, Pawi came to his side after taking down a horned devil fish with a spell. “I concur. I believe we can handle things as they are now.” Pawi said. Afro nodded. “Right. After we’ve cleared out the remaining enemies, we should regroup and decide who we should-” “Commander! Commander!” Afro’s instruction was suddenly interrupted by a Shark clan soldier who swam as fast as he could. Afro turned toward him and asked.

Sweetly I slowly turned around and began to lower to a kneeling position only to swipe out my leg knocking him off balance before standing back up with my foot on the alpha’s throat slowly pressing downwards. "Lastly, I. CANNOT. BE. COMMANDED." I growled, although I still did not have my wolf, I could still sound the part. " for those who want to rely solely on their inherent ability to command rather and gain the trust, loyalty and following of their subordinates then know your audience" I said to the crowd with my foot still pressed to the alpha’s throat. Looking down at him and then back at the crowd I stated, "I am a rogue for all intents and purposes. I do not adhere to commands and thu

Foam dripped from his jaws. "Wolfy! Sleep dart!" Barzil shouted. He ducked under a wildly swung steel beam. The wind of it ruffled his cape. "Negative," Wolfy’s voice crackled over the comms. Tense. "He's moving too fast. I can't get a clean shot without risking a kinetic rebound into the Commander." Viggo roared. It wasn't human. It wasn't wolf. It was the sound of a mind snapping. The sound of a reactor going critical. He turned. His gaze locked onto Barzil. He didn't see his Commander. He saw a target.

I fought against the restraints, but they held tightly. “I already said this before…you new gen wolves are dumb,” she muttered. Before I could respond, her form shifted again. This time—it wore my face. “I’ll do well to send my regards to your father,” my clone said, leaving me fighting the shadows as he walked away. ********

“No. I have sworn to myself that I would serve both Young Masters, and that includes protecting them from… spies whenever possible.” “Hm, but I will still report to Master Alexander about this. I could at least confirm that Nicodemus’ visitor is actually a werewolf.” There was no escaping the keen senses of a fellow. “I was going to try and convince you to leave this development alone, but that would be me forgetting that you are loyal to your master.” “And you, for one, are also eager to support the Woodman cause. I doubt that you would try to stop them from knowing something that would help it move forward.”

Bernard Winchester and Rovic immediately left to treat his wound. When we arrived at Headquarters, she immediately sat down in her swivel chair and we did the same. She was still turning it around and we were just staring at her. "So what now?" "Ah finally you asked! I'll tell you the whole story. Well let's start with the day we go to the warehouse to rescue Felassi. It's not totally me. It's just my clone. You know our family are good on technologies that's why I command them to make a clone for me. So the one who was shot wasn't me. But I can still see what's going on and it's like I'm still that. I'm the one speaking and I can also see who's in front of me. The next is the piece of paper

I said, escorting him out when the Gamma came in, bowing at our feet. “Dave,” my son called, drawing closer to him. “What’s the report?” he asked. Dave, the Gamma, he’s the head of Wolf Fall’s army, protecting and alerting the pack of any danger. Last night, there was an alert on the sighting of a notorious rogue we’ve been hunting down for long. And by we, I mean myself and Thelma. My son sees this rogue as one who works for our enemies, but I see that beast as my ticket to something important.