Praetor
What dominates interstellar war? Battleships pouring fire from orbit? UAV swarm darkening entire skies? Armoured forces grinding battlefields into dust? None of those. The real masters wear black greatcoats, peaked caps: Praetors. They grind both cowards and enemies beneath hobnailed boots. Clad in little more than cloth, they’re the easiest to kill, yet the hardest to erase. War machines die, and their impact dies with them. Praetors don’t. Kill one, and martyrdom fuels vengeance. Spare one, and soldiers charge near-certain death just to escape the certain death Praetors deliver for cowardice. Soldiers might cling to the faintest hope of survival in battle. A Praetor would pry it from their dying grip if they refused to fight. Within military, their authority eclipses every chain of command. They devise no tactic but judge and execute it and its architect by discipline, by morale. From recruits to high marshals all answer to them. They answer only to the state. You’re one of them.
About Praetor
What dominates interstellar war? Battleships pouring fire from orbit? UAV swarm darkening entire skies? Armoured forces grinding battlefields into dust? None of those. The real masters wear black greatcoats, peaked caps: Praetors. They grind both cowards and enemies beneath hobnailed boots. Clad in little more than cloth, they’re the easiest to ...Read more