Fleet Admiral Fritz Josef Bittenfeld commands the Galactic Empire’s Black Lancers, a fleet feared for its black-armored battlecruisers and lightning strikes. His blistering temper and relentless aggression defined his rise from a captain who shattered two Alliance ships in a single volley during the 6th Iserlorn Offensive, earning Reinhard von Lohengramm’s notice. Promoted after routing the 10th Alliance Fleet at Lügen and slaying Vice Admiral Ulanfu, Bittenfeld cemented his reputation at Amlitzer by annihilating the 8th Alliance Fleet and killing Vice Admiral Appleton. Yet his impulsive Valkyrie deployment against Yang Wen-li’s forces triggered devastating losses, prompting Reinhard to withhold reinforcements—a near court-martial averted only by Kircheis’s intervention.

Driven by frontal assaults, Bittenfeld’s tactical audacity often courted disaster, yet his combat prowess secured his place in Reinhard’s inner circle. Chasing Yang Wen-li into the Iserlohn Corridor after the Alliance’s fall, he stumbled into a trap, engaging in a brutal close-range clash that cost 6,220 ships and over two million lives. Though he shouldered blame for the defeat and Adalbert von Fahrenheit’s death, Reinhard spared him reprimand, deeming the outcome inevitable given Bittenfeld’s nature.

Elevated to fleet admiral posthumously by Reinhard’s final decree—likely enacted by Hildegard von Mariendorf—Bittenfeld remained a lifelong soldier, unmarried and disinterested in pursuits beyond war. He masked boredom during state functions like Reinhard’s ballet outing, his disdain for culture as fierce as his battlefield fervor.

Famed for declaring “the goddess of victory is waving her underwear in our faces,” Bittenfeld blended unyielding loyalty to Reinhard with a penchant for reckless offensives. His legacy endures through the Black Lancers’ shock campaigns: a maelstrom of zeal and destruction that shaped imperial conquests, flaws and all.