Novel & Cerita My Commander

A cute voice asked. “Because she is the only female warrior of the Xenakis tribe, she’s the leader’s daughter!” The redheaded girl explained. “Woah!!!” They all exclaimed at the revelation. Apparently, most of them had neither seen nor heard of her before. The redheaded girl nodded in affirmation. “So I heard that Alpha Russe’s charm had made her infatuated with him.” She whispered again. “Eishh! Doesn’t she have her own mate? Or is she the legendary mate-less warrior from our history classes?” The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice.

The Commander stood at its head, head bent as if considering the spread of ink and parchment was more pressing than the arrival of a half-dead stranger. When their eyes finally lifted, it felt like a blade catching mine. “Leave us,” they said without glancing at the scarred soldier. The soldier stiffened. “Commander—” “That wasn’t a suggestion.” Reluctantly, the scarred soldier stepped back, the tent flap falling closed behind them. Silence folded heavy. The Commander studied me for a moment that stretched too long. Then: “You don’t look like Luciano’s.” I blinked. “I’m not.”

If he even was- I shook my head, not allowing the thought to push any further. He was okay, and he would be with me soon enough. "I am over five hundred years old, Princess. I know the art of war better than anyone. It is why I am the Commander, after all, why I have been for the last two hundred years," He said matter of factly, and I forced myself not to roll my eyes. "This isn't war, though. It's about politics, and it's something I was have been taught and surrounded by my entire life." I narrowed my eyes before speaking again.

It was the commander stamp that belonged to the God of War! Having that commander stamp meant Thomas was still the incredible God of War, and it was something that Vincent did not expect. He stared at Thomas in disbelief. “Mr. Mayo, no, God of War, didn’t you resign from the position? Why do you still have this commander stamp?” “I did resign, but can’t I take it back again?” Thomas smiled faintly. “I don’t need to hide it from you either. I already regained my God of War position when I was in Central City. Now, I’m still the army’s commander-in-chief.”

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.

As I sat in my office, I awaited the arrival of my commanders, each of whom brought with them a unique set of skills and expertise that would be essential to protecting our kingdom. The first to arrive was Commander Li, a tall and imposing figure with a sharp gaze and a no-nonsense attitude. He had fought in countless battles and had a reputation for being a fierce warrior on the battlefield. Next to enter was Commander Jarek, a man with a rugged exterior that belied his sharp intellect and cunning mind. He had a knack for strategy and was often the one responsible for developing the plans that we would use to outmaneuver our enemies.

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.

He moved a joystick and didn't appear interested in her answer. "Yes, Master." Norwell bowed her head and then gave a quick look to Chasm. "I am not your master." Rhylent's head whipped around and the alien pinned Norwell with a frozen stare of disapproval. "I am the commander of this ship. You may address me as Rhylentermy or Rhylent or Commander Rhylent. I will even answer to Royal Dagerstanteen. But I am not, I repeat, not your master. Do not call me that again."

"Linux, since you're going to be living in the same area with Hilda soon, I'm going to tell you the truth. The person Hilda is married to is my commander. You know who my commander is, right? He's the famous Nathan Clemon!" They were about to live in the same community and Linux and Nathan had a similar social status, so he would find out about this sooner or later. This was why Rex didn't intend to hide this from him and told him directly. After Linux learned about this, he seemed stunned. "I didn't know that Nathan Clemon is your Commander!"

Each commander, a cornerstone of Aeternum’s might, stood ready to execute their orders with precision and discipline. Grand General Bina and Admiral Duchess Kolarova controlled the southern front, where they had long solidified their hold over the region. General Eliza and Colonel Giuseppe De Gianna dominated the north with their air superiority and meticulous tactics. Governor Duke Oliver Gust and General Lucas ensured the western front remained both peaceful and ready for action. In the east, the President of Aeternum himself prepared for the ultimate moment to unify these forces into one decisive movement.