El Comandante Capitulo 10 Novels & Stories

In the center was a massive throne ship, glowing with a sickly violet light. "They’re attacking the capital," the pilot shouted. "The planetary shields are at ten percent!" I looked at the center of the swarm. I could feel the connection. It was like a needle pressing into my brain. Leo was there. I could feel his confusion, his cold anger, and the heavy weight of the brainwashing Rowan had forced on him. "Open a channel," I commanded. "To the command ship?" Isaac asked. "No. To my son."

I was so livid that I tried to lunge at Ella, but her sidekicks held me back, with one of the women grabbing a fistful of my hair and snarling, "You want to save Wanda, huh? You'd better take a good look at yourself, you pathetic loser! You're a nobody!" Joseph shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the ground. "That's enough, Yvonne Sommer! You're just stirring up trouble and being difficult at this point! You clearly don't respect my position as your drill instructor at all, Yvonne!"

vanguard said as he walked to her back ,his warm breath gracing her neck. Almost Vanguard.. almost not totally… Lucia closed her eyes. --- The first torch appeared on the road at dawn. Lucia’s son counted four. Then eight. Then more. They did not rush. They wanted him to see them. A man stepped forward, wearing a commander’s mark. “You,” he called. “Bastard Valenti.” Lucia’s son walked toward him. “Turn back,” the commander said. “This is not your village to die in.” Lucia’s son smiled. “Then you should not have brought your men here.”

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

"Because I was senior?" Roman shook her head. "No, ma'am. At least three of the commanding officers in question hold commissions that predate yours". "Well, then?" Roman's smile turned to a grin. "Because, as Captain Lewis Hashimoto put it, you have the biggest balls". The bridge crew exploded into laughter, the Chameleon's Captain felt herself blush, and the Earth fleet was reborn. * * *

Leo repeated, suddenly freezing halfway through a stroke of the hairbrush. I could hear his heart begin to pound as I looked up to his face. His eyes were flickering madly as he stared straight down. "Fuck," he said suddenly dropping the brush and grabbing his phone. "What?" I asked. "The commanders. Last week my head five commanders were attacked in their homes. We thought Martinez was trying to convert them to his side but we knew he is smarter than that to think that would work. There was another reason for him to do it and I have a really bad feeling about what it is," he said dialling a number.

Then he glanced back toward the crystal, his expression tightening slightly. “Strange,” he said under his breath. One of the soldiers stepped closer, lowering his voice.“Commander, could it be corruption magic?” The commander shook his head without hesitation.“No,” he replied. “This is something else.” When his attention returned to me, there was a flicker of something new in his expression.Not fear.Not yet.Just curiosity.But it didn’t last. “You will come with us,” he said.The words landed with quiet finality.“To the capital.” A cold knot formed in my stomach, tightening with each passing second as the meaning settled in.

JIA POV "Alright, that concludes the fights for day one. Let me remind you of our winners. Capt. Bolis of Vaal, Lt. Oslo of Glortinon, Lt. Kaipo of Cok, Commander Saz of Cok, Lt. Net of Hassin, Commander Burk of Hassin, Commander Garlof of Cok, Capt. Terrax of Glortinon, Capt. Cull of Shikaz, Lt. Zarn of Makskin, and Lt. Modok of Gaimo," the announcer says and the crowd interrupts him with a loud roar of cheers.

The man was crawling away, bleeding, his helmet cracked. "Who sent you?" Jack growled, pinning the man to the floor with his boot. The captain coughed blood. He looked at Jack’s face, then at his mutated arm. His eyes widened in recognition. "He... he said you would come," the captain wheezed. "Who?" "The other one," the captain grinned, his teeth red. "The Perfect One." Jack frowned. "Subject C?" "He calls himself... Cain," the captain whispered. "And he sends his regards."

By the time the military transport plane landed at the Riverdale Military Airfield, night had long since fallen. Carrying my duffel bag down the airstair, I was hit by a gust of freezing wind, thick with an unfamiliar, damp chill. "Major Tomlinson!" From a distance, an old military officer with graying hair at his temples strode over. The general stars on his epaulets gleamed softly under the lights. He came to a halt right in front of me, raised his hand, and gave me a standard military salute. "I'm Bruno Black, the deputy commander of the Riverdale Military District.