Nier Automata : Commander White Novels & Stories

She introduced herself and made a hand shake with Arthur when— 'Wait, Arthur? Arthur Beckett? As in the 'White Hacker' that the ISO tried to find and arrest for so long?!' Arthur Camelton Beckett, also known as the 'White Hacker'. He is known in the ISO because he supplies the ISO with information however— no matter how much security update the ISO's system do, he still manages to hack through their system and steal some information. He mostly steals information about the agents and spies mission but is never interested in personal info of every employee. Even though the info he gave helped the agency tremendously, the info he stole still affected some missions leading to the mission getting

He was just about to turn into the corridor that led to the Fourth’s, when a figure stepped out of the stairway just ahead. Perfect, thought Jester. Just the guy I wanted to run into. “You two look good together,” said Commander Garret. He was one of the nine Special Agents the AG had, and before Jester showed up, he was considered as the top Agent on the AG’s unofficial Anomaly slayer leaderboard. Not surprising since he was the TWMO’s Rank 2 among the Most Dangerous Gifted. He was also the Third Special Unit’s Commander. A gravity-manipulator, with the charm to pull anyone in. And an ego that made Jester wonder if the man fancied himself the sun just because he shared a bit of its power.

Rows of hovercrafts sat quiet, waiting to be used. “I've had a dance with the security cameras. Pick any auto of your choice,” Alpha said. “Let's go with the white at the far end,” Ire said, moving to Elijah's left. “Which of the white?” There were several white auto on either of their sides. “The one on this side,” Ire pointed on the white auto at the far left end.

A shimmering scroll formed mid-air, spinning once before displaying our names. —Brand: Team Leader —Jade Ishola: Second in Command —Nyomei: Attack Power —Orin: Attack Power —Lotanni: Mid-Range Support / Defender —Bainer: Medical Support (Engage only when necessary) Silence. Then: “Wait, what?” I said, stepping closer. “Second in command?” Brand turned slightly toward me, unreadable. “You're fast. Tactical. You don’t freeze up.” “That’s not a compliment,” I muttered.

Outside the window, the city lights blurred against the glass, and somewhere out there, Richard Blackwood already knew more about my own body than I had an hour ago. Whatever war Andrea had been fighting before, it had just gained a second target who could not yet defend herself at all.

They were sleek, white, and currently humming with the high-pitched whine of capacitors charging to lethal capacity. Behind the turrets, a squad of Council elite guards—the "Corpse Guard"—stood in formation. Their commander, a man whose face was half-covered by a tactical rebreather, stepped forward. His voice was amplified by a loudspeaker, booming off the ice walls, distorting into a grotesque growl. "Zero," the Commander sneered. "And the Mongrel. We expected you sooner. Though I suppose it takes time for a cripple and a traitor to crawl through the snow."

"He's the only reason I'm here." The amber-eyed man stepped into the light. He was massive, his muscles corded like steel cables under skin that seemed too tight for his frame. This was **Commander Valerius**, the Alpha of the Northern Sector. In the 2026 that had been hidden from us, the "Government" had collapsed into a hierarchy of strength. The Aethel-Corp hadn't just been dreaming for the masses; they had been suppressing the **Shift**.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Cat pulls her hand away and gives a warm smile, one that only true friends could share with one another. “You ready?” Her voice is that of a squad leader and commander. It held a sense of purpose and belonging. It intimated Norvin more than anything but even so, he respects her more than anyone else in Malakai’s army. “Ready as I will ever be, commander.” He says in an upbeat tone though his eyes gaze out onto the open forest field that awaits them. On Norvin’s lower back is his helmet. The aesthetic is black and gold trimmed just like the armor he wears. Though this helm resembles a boar’s head. He places the headpiece on and once the rim of the body claps with the rims of the armor, metal

"Chika just spearheaded the total eradication of the northern border syndicate. We are marking the ascension of the new Vanguard Commander." I felt the heat rise to my neck as the pack brothers nodded toward me. Sienna’s gaze swung back to my frame, her teeth baring slightly. She had held the vanguard token for three winter campaigns before her bloodline was censured, and seeing me wear the black titanium commander plates was visibly eating her alive.