Galactic High Commander

“The Galactic High Commander stood atop the ridge, his silhouette framed by the dying light of a binary sun, his gaze imperiously sweeping over the ranks of his assembled troops. Clad in ornate, gilded armor and a flowing cape that billowed in the ash-filled wind, he raised his relic meatsaw, its blade growling with ancient power, as if daring the cosmos itself to challenge his authority. Below, thousands of soldiers stood at attention, their loyalty unwavering, their spirits ignited by the mere