Captain Rex Fanart Novels & Stories

the artist said, a guy tatted from stem to stern with big silver gauges in his ears. Isabella rolled off the table and went to the mirror to admire the image on her ribs. A sketch outline of willowy ocotillo, flowering at the top. She smiled. "I love it." "Me too," Rex said, breathless. She flipped around and grinned. "Your turn." Rex was not nearly as graceful. He'd gotten tattoos before. A couple on his arms, ankle, back and thigh. Never ribs. He definitely would have been squirming and crying uncle if it was his first.

Once the squad’s captain saw Rex approach, he came forward, bowing, “My lord, I am Captain Kemp, your squad is formed up and ready for battle.” Rex noticed instantly he looked the same as everyone else, except for a large golden feather on his helmet, “I would like you to take that feather off before this battle.” “Yes my lord, might I ask why?” Captain Kemp asked, taking off his helmet and removing the feather, holding it out to hand it to Rex. “It makes you an easy target, you stand out against everyone else in the squad, so I want you to wear this instead,” Rex said, tearing a piece of his white undershirt off his arm and tying it to his chest, making a small white knot.

Fiadh whimpers as the beast looks toward our area, and my heart stops as I see the glowing male coming from the champions quarters. Captain Terrax is truly a sight to be hold. His body is the color of lemonade, and sandy brown hair reaches his shoulders. He looks like an angel of light coming to fight a beast from the land of darkness. But just like Captain Bolis, he is only armed with a knife. "Tick tick," Terrax clicks his tongue, and the beast freezes mid-step. "Oh gosh," I whisper as the Latroot slowly turns to look at the bright champion.

, Nox said into his earpiece and Rex replied back. "No Captain obvious..", Rex said sarcastically. "Hey I'm the captain now..", he said jokingly of course as Rex muttered "whatever", Nox asked him if the Ultralight speed system is still activated and Rex simply replied with "no" and told us that we're on Agnus constellation. We open the portal to the cockpit to see Rex still remain on his chair analyzing on things. Nox make his way to his seat and command "open the windows lid for the passengers." I watch all blinds are now being opened.

A dark green banner where the light gray symbol of a leathery winged wolf sat in the middle. Banner of the DragonWolves, the 50th Regiment. “Captain Jovin Likaya and Captain Aster Likaya reporting for duty.” The two entered the tent and introduced themselves, getting ready to salute at any commander in the vicinity. The officer’s face was burned beyond recognition, her eyes seemingly lost in the scarification.

then gave a hard swing at him, but the leader blocked every punch Rex had thrown at him. "Your dad must be one hell of a fighter," the leader smirked, and when he counter-attacked, Rex blocked it with his leg. "With your skill, I want you on my crew. I can have you pampered and groomed to be my champion." Rex threw a hard punch almost to his face as the leader caught it. "Sorry, I'm not a fighter but a lover." The brawl continues as they exchange insults and taunts. "Too bad, and you, my friend, will be invisible."

Counting these out, the room is spick and span. In the middle of the room, there’s a customized desk made of luxurious ebony. A solid-brass name plate proclaims in deep, austere letters: SEPTIMUS REX, CHIEF ASTRAL DEPORTER. Apart from this, rather curiously, the office is spartan and lacks even chairs for a visitor (not that I’d be needing any) or Septimus Rex himself to sit on.

one of the worried female fae blackguards asked quietly, if it was not for Rex’s incredible hearing he would not have heard anything. “Very well captain, you look smarter than the grunts and this big guy here,” Rex said, nudging the dead commander with his foot, “You’re wasting my time, you are next on the list to die, submit or be drained of your essence like him, once you are all dead I will command my demon to invade your ancestors resting place in the spirit realm and devour the lot of you,” he continued louder so everyone could hear him, his increase in volume seemed to draw the attention of some of Telagus’s soldiers at the back of the army. Cursing quietly while shaking his head, he m

Dax observed, his tactical mind never shutting off. "They're doing more than talking," Captain Reyes said, stepping out of the shadows near the panoramic window. She had stripped off her heavy white-and-gold Paladin armor, opting for a sleek, dark tactical suit she’d found in the Ark's armory. Her jagged scar looked stark under the harsh quartz lighting.