Novel & Cerita Nier Automata : Commander White

"I am Scarlett Thorne. I am the Navigator. And I am the Sovereign!" The white light turned a brilliant, warm amber. The rusted gears didn't just stop; they transformed. The rust fell away like dead skin, revealing gleaming, spirit-conductive gold. The "Silent Gears" began to sing—a harmonious hum that neutralized the violet lightning and the chronal distortion. "Main Drive: Reconnected," the Ark’s AI announced, its voice finally regaining its full, omnipotent power. "Stellar Fusion: 100%. Subject 001-Alpha and Navigator: Absolute Synchronization achieved."

She’d done her best to put part of the blame back on White herself without being obvious about it. There was silence over the com for a long moment. “You believe a tiger was somehow capable of sending a signal exactly the same as Mist’s tablet?” “Yes, Mother White,” she said confident in her answer though unsure as to how it was possible. Again, her commander was silent for several seconds as she either fought to regain composure or swore to herself. “Find them, Jaguar. Do not fail me. If you have one more setback, I will be forced to come after them myself, which means when you return to Gretchintown, you’ll have to face President Violet, and I do not think it is in your best interest to do

I was sure he would eventually understand that everything was out of my control. There was a knock at the door. Daemon opened it to find Captain Aeon, Alise, Alastair and another non-Fae male with him. The male was tall and less bulky than us Wolf-Shifters. He was also quite pale, like Alastair. I surmised that this must be the Vampire Commander we were waiting for. "Welcome. You must be the commander we are waiting for," announced Daemon. "Indeed," he answered, smiling. "I am Commander Eric, but please just call me Eric. I have brought a hundred warriors with me. Seeing how your Wolf-Shifters work with my Vampires will be interesting."

Endgame Ares Command — Central Deck The massive steel doors of Ares Command's central deck slammed shut, sealing us inside the heart of Natalia Cross’s war machine. The command platform loomed above us, its darkened monitors flickering with encrypted targeting data. Missile coordinates, strike orders, and global attack trajectories scrolled across the blazing tactical display. And there—standing at the center—was Natalia Cross. Her scarred face twisted in cold triumph, her dark eyes burning with venomous certainty. Her combat armor gleamed like steel forged in fire, her hand resting on the central command key, ready to launch war.Her cold, mocking voice pierced the tense silence:

Gin gave the order, "don't hold back anymore, but don't go overboard." "Hurry," The platoon cheered in excitement. They had been waiting for this moment. The mana in the air started buzzing as nearly 100 mana weapons were activated at once. Powerful remnant spirits were awakened, some 100s of meters tall and some only a few feet long. The entire underground world lit up. Everyone looked up and saw a 30 meter tall white Naga Unicorn radiating white light. This remnant spirit belonged to Tanasha from Fredrick's platoon and the last member of Megan's strike team.

“It’s good to know you guys have so much faith in me!” “It’s not like that. The thing is, we all have seen these men. They aren’t normal breeds, they are not like us and we don’t even know what they are, the commander controls a fucking fire whip for fuck sake, no normal wolf does that!” Connor shivered at the thought. “Then I will just die in the arena than be humiliated more than I already am. I have nothing to lose” Jett voiced with an unremorseful voice, his amber eyes now going blank.

"Caleb is my brother's name. It doesn't quite fit you, does it?" The little boy looked up at me with an expression far too weighted and guilty for someone his age. "My name is Yuvan White. I work for the Temporal Command." He paused. "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm so sorry you've had to go through all of this." He told me everything. His assignment had been to enter Tristan's body and follow the original story through to its ending. The Temporal Command used that process to harvest energy from small worlds like this one, energy that kept the larger world running.

Then a new transmission seized every surviving screen in the city. The man in white command armor appeared again. His calm expression had not changed, even as burning Council ships fell behind him. “The anomaly has initiated unauthorized liberation,” he announced. The people in the streets turned toward the screens while soldiers lowered their useless weapons. The man’s eyes settled directly on Mae. “You always choose them,” he said. Mae’s blood went cold. None of the others moved, but every god around her became suddenly, violently still. The Council commander smiled as if he had been waiting years for this exact moment. “Welcome back, Mae.”

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.

They exclaimed. "I was once here with you, Commander freed me when they tried to mind control me to fight him…" Anastasios Martas said. "By the way, those contraptions around your necks, we still need to get them off. The controller is with Commander, so you might want to try to be a little grateful," he added. Walking past Wulfgar Hawk, I said, "We should leave." And strode away without looking back. "I would like to do a little cleansing if it's okay, Alpha Dane," Evanore said, sounding vexed.