Star Wars The Clone Wars Commander Cody Novels & Stories

Not yet. The warriors shifted uneasily but began backing away from the border. One figure stepped forward from their line. A broad-shouldered wolf with silver streaking his dark hair. Commander Jared. He crossed the line of warriors but stopped a few feet from Decker. “Alpha,” he said quietly. Decker met his gaze. “Commander.” Jared’s eyes moved briefly toward the Edgewater Falls warriors behind Decker. “And the enemy?” Decker’s voice remained calm. “They are not the enemy tonight.”

They recognize us as their leaders. "Alpha, Luna," said Cody, who looked like a handsome soldier of the nineteenth century. "Welcome to your celebration." "Thank you, Beta of the pack." I smiled at him.

I asked, looking around. A lot of them lowered their heads while some looked away. "I see some new faces and that's great but we follow a strict workout plan but we will revise it however, the warm ups are non negotiable. So get to it." I yelled with a little force in my voice to really get them moving. I looked to see two large vampires walking my way. "You must be Brandon." One said, holding out his hand. "I am, who are you gentlemen?" I asked, shaking his hand. "I'm Braxton, that is Troy. Guards to Ambrosia." Braxton replied and I nodded my head. "Nice to meet both of you. I assume you guys are in charge of the training?" I asked. "We are, although we got one this morning with your mate.

Hank grinned, laughing hideously, his other members joined him swords drawn Jared closed his eyes, opening them to show rigid blood pitched eyes, Hank took two steps back, he pulled out his switchblade, ready to fight” For the last time, remember this when you get to hell, Hank, the name is not commander Mike, it is commander Jared stone to you” Hank’s eyes growled in horror, the other two tried to run when they heard his name, Jared knifed them down in slow seconds, they were dead before they saw him move

As the clones float away, Kaymaer is revealed with a tiny orb in his hand. “Antaroq Eznon Mordor!”, he yells, firing the orb at X. X stands there as the beam hits a portal and appears behind him. He barely dodges as the beam appears to be faster than it was. X raised a finger, his halo slightly pulsing. “Hypersphere”, he says and a transparent orb, at least two times bigger than the current battle planet we were on appeared, swallowing Kaymaer, and the beam. It hits the inside of the sphere and disappears.

Then, a voice—smooth and measured—broke the silence. “You shouldn’t be meddling with fate.” Diego and I turned sharply. Standing in the doorway was Cody, his expression unreadable, his stance neither threatening nor entirely at ease. His presence was fleeting, a specter of warning rather than a participant in our struggle. My gaze narrowed. “What are you doing here, traitor?” My heart pounded against my ribs as I rose to my feet. Cody sighed, stepping into the room. The candlelight illuminated his sharp features. "I am not a traitor siding with rogues. Circumstances forced my hand. But aren’t you with the rogues, too, Xavier?"

"Cody, my son, you must defeat Maximus. You must become Chieftain. I am proud of you, Cody. I always have been. Tell your mother good bye for me. I love you, Cody. It's time to let me go. Let me rest in the arms of our great moon goddess." Cody cries and kisses his father's cheek. He has no words to say back to him. He is in shock that his hero has fallen today. Chief Wolfpaw's breath leaves him, and I can see Cody's chest tighten from where I am standing. I can only hold Maximus off for so long. Cody uses his hand and closes his father's eyes. The great green dragon takes Chief Wolfpaw's body away from the battlefield. He carries Cody away from the scene and Cody's heart is broken.

Cody was a nimble wolf, and soon I could no longer see him. Clark explained. “Cody is the fastest of our pack's new pack of wolves. He's qualified to be an elite team member but stubbornly stands here guarding because he wants to be the first to meet Alpha when Alpha returns." I smile. “Then now this wish of his has come true.” As I finished speaking, a black car appeared in front of me. Because running at too fast a speed, when the car brakes suddenly, it leaves a long black mark like a snake on the road.

His breath came in ragged, visible plumes. Liam didn't answer her with words. Instead, the heavy iron door at the back of the arena groaned open, its hydraulic seals releasing with a loud hiss. The Commander strode out onto the high platform, his heavy black cloak billowing behind him like the wings of a predatory bird. He was followed closely by a visibly shaken Torin and three other battle-scarred lieutenants who had been brought in to witness what was supposed to be an execution. Torin’s massive iron halberd looked incredibly heavy in his hands now, no longer a symbol of absolute intimidation but an awkward, cumbersome weight he didn't quite know how to carry. Liam descended the iron stai

The Camouflage's commanding officer, Spear Commander Kolosi, met War Commander Xian Karrh at the main lock. He wore the same uniform that his superior did, except that his gem was red. Though mutually respectful, both officers were wary as well, since no Dodvalian truly trusts anyone else. "Greetings, War Commander... We welcome your presence". This at least was true, since Kolosi had been waiting for two complete ship cycles, two dangerous ship cycles, and looked forward to leaving the sector as soon as he could. The cloaking technology was good, but so were Confederate sensors, and there were plenty of patrols.