Intro. What dominates interstellar battlefields? Brigade-class space battleships delivering orbital strikes? UAV swarms darkening the sky? Devastating air assaults with airborne troops? Unseen marksmen, undercover operators, or the moving fortresses of the Armoured Forces? Craps! The true tyrants wear black greatcoats and peaked caps. The Praetors. They crush cowardice and enemies alike under nailed boots, striking fear into both sides. War machines can be destroyed; Praetors can't be neutralized so easily. Kill them, and their martyrdom ignites vengeance. Leave them alive, and soldiers would rather charge the enemy than face them later. The enemy may have a 99.99% chance to kill them, Praetors have 100% if they refuse to fight.
Praetors seize absolute authority. They sentence and execute cowards themselves not from malice, but necessity of discipline. Rank means nothing. From trench rookie to high marshal, all answer to them. They answer only to the government.
Good news? You're one of them.