Star Wars The Clone Wars Commander Cody Novels & Stories

“What’s the name of this deputy commander and his background?” Henry said, “His name is Graydon Zabel. He used to serve in the military association and held a very high rank.” “Alright. I understand. Get him to come to see me.” “Okay, I’ll go inform him right away.” Henry left the office. James sat on the office chair, took out his phone, and played Plants vs. Zombies. About ten minutes later, the office door was pushed open, and a man in his 50s walked inside. The man was dressed in a Red Flame Deputy Commander robe and had three stars on his shoulder.

Just as I pass the tablet on the door to the other room slides open again and we hear the announcer's voice. "Commander Garlof, age 27, from the planet Cok. Defeated and conquered a Rusckods base with only seven soldiers. Commander Fornis, age 26, from the planet Cok as well. He led a covert mission into Muysocks-controlled space. Not only was the mission a success, but he also didn't lose a single soul in the mission. Commander Burk, age 27, from the planet Hassin. Commander Burk and his team single-handedly killed the governor of Gafrop. The planet is still in shambles and has yet to launch another attack. Commander Burk and his team are being awarded Gold status. Finally, Commander Saz, a

the commander says to me before he leaves. Jareth winks at me as if the commander was joking and then he leaves the office too. I sigh relieved the moment I am alone. After a while of waiting for them to come back, I start to get bored. I look around the office several times. The dark grayish floor, the black furniture, the place is as inhospitable as its owner is intimidating. Behind the commander’s desk, there is a black bookcase where he exhibits his many trophies and decorations. I get up to look at them closely. Golden decoration for bravery, red decoration for service to the Righteous Regime, platinum decoration for risking his life for Estermond... this man has done it all. On one of

The bandages stretched across her wound. “She doesn’t know the code! I can help you!” I yelled. “I can take the core to the Nest! Leave Sadira!” The second shock ended, but the silence that followed was far heavier. No gasping. No scream. Only total stillness. The cell door suddenly swung open with a metallic snap. The commander stood on the threshold, two armed soldiers behind him. Kain wasn’t there. The commander’s face was cold, but now it carried an expression—victory.

"Interesting. Are all Farshyans this fearless? I'll keep you alive until the experts I invited arrive." He turned to Codie. "Watch them closely. Nothing happens to them, understand?" Codie nodded. "Yes, Boss. Don't worry. You can count on me." Cyclops patted his shoulder. "Good. Once this is over, I'll promote you to fourth-in-command." Codie bowed his head. "Thank you. I won't fail you." After Cyclops exited, only Codie remained, flanked by a few guards and the battered researchers. He turned to Madesh. "Dr. Fernsby, let's not make this more difficult than it needs to be. Our boss has been merciful enough.

He must have decided to shift and search like the men he’d given orders to, because he chose that moment to reach down and tug the hem of his shirt over his head. Had Isabella been in human form, she would have had to stifle a gasp. The spine and musculature he revealed were rippled with sinew, but the scars were what stole her breath. Even in the dim glow of the moonlight, her wolf eyes allowed her to see. The commander’s body was a history of battles won and lost, wars waged on behalf of a supernatural empire. And then he turned around and Isabella’s breath caught. He wasn’t any commander. He was the commander. In an instant, she recognized exactly who he was. This cowboy wolf was none oth

a voice said, dripping with a subtle, sharp irony. Cillian looked up. Standing in the doorway was Commander Reed, a veteran of three border wars and a man who had served Lachlan’s father. Reed did not bow. He did not bare his neck. He simply stood there, his arms crossed over a chest scarred by silver-tipped claws. "And?" Cillian asked, trying to pitch his voice lower to command authority. "What do they say?"

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.

“Kill the b*stard.” “He’s evil.” “Don’t let him live!” Adrian waved the guard’s blade, cutting Cody’s sleeve. There was a wolf tattoo on Cody’s arm too. The guard saw this and was furious. “He’s one of the Wolf Fangs! Guys, get him. The Wolf Fangs constantly attack the Debonaire Syndicate. We can’t just idly by.” Cody leaped away and grabbed a man next to him. “I’ll kill him if you dare to come close!”

"I know who you are, alright? My cousin was one of you, but you may not know him since he died trying to protect your boss. You are the second in command and everyone knows what you are capable of" I exhaled deeply waiting for him to carry on to the next one so that I could know what it was he was driving at because it was starting to get tiring and I was exhausted. "Do I know this cousin of yours?" I asked though I don't know all the men by name. Such a man who died when trying to protect Rodrigo was someone that I should know if he was that important and wasn't a traitor. "I don't know his name but we all call him Cody"