Why, Lord Commander Solar Arcadian Leontus of course.

To face the horrors of the Universe, nothing says bat-poo crazy like a Boss on a cyber horse (called Konstantin no less) urging soldiers on with a sword.

 I really need to find the time to throw together a new Army photo.

I just have to finish painting fourteen Ventrillian Nobles and consider starting 50 Praetorians based on a 19th century Royal Marines colour scheme to be transported by the five Lightyear Armadillo dropships.