Captain's Superior For Short Novels & Stories

He looked up and said only, “You did it clean.” She let the praise sit like a band on a wound. “Tomorrow I meet the captains,” she said. “Tomorrow they meet you,” he corrected. “Remember: captains are mirrors. They show their crews what to be afraid of.” She slept light and woke with steel in her mouth. The captains filed into the long room like a Greek chorus in suits—old scars, new watches, faces set in those neutral lines men wear when they want to be surprised by nothing. Vince stood at her shoulder; Marco took notes with a pen that made pleasing noises on paper. Lenny sat two seats down, which was both a kindness and a test.

He didn't respond, and merely pulled out a seat. “Sit down, Elissa.” I sat, without a retort. Did my perspective of him change because he was giving me something no one else did? Yeah, he was giving me a chance. “I am sure of your character, and I know you didn't steal it, trust me.” I nodded. There was no other choice. Handling everything on my own would be a disaster. But it was something different when it was the captain of the hockey team standing up for me. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.”

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.

It gave me the spirit to continue learning. "Shouldn't we choose a commander?" said Thomas, but Haris seemed to be holding back his laughter. "What do you mean, commander? That's so old-fashioned. Make it a modern and famous title like Alpha." "Nowadays, a good nickname for a leader is captain, like in that Korean drama that humans often watch, right?" added Shey, to which Thomas immediately replied by pursing his lips. They were both ridiculous and funny, "Jay, Brian, Glenn, Barlie, or Haris. Which one of you three is willing to be captain?" Shey asked.

he growled. "Well, I'm proud of myself. I'm still getting better every day. And I am getting stronger. Everyone knows that. Plus, I'm actually the captain of my team, so I should get a little respect, right?" I replied smirking. He took a few seconds before he finally spoke again. "That's right, I forgot. The Great Captain of the First Platoon." 'Great'? What the hell does he mean by that? "Uhhh... Thanks?" I muttered, staring blankly at him.

“What makes you think that, newbie?” Wilt turned his glare toward Del Rio. “We’ve already acquainted with the lieutenant during their last caravan run. And this guy —” He then turned to the biggest person in their group, a towering Indian, about a head taller than Li, wearing formal clothes from his homeland. “I’ve heard some gossip here that you’re famous. Captain Madhur, I presumed?” The towering captain bowed to greet our leader out of courtesy. “So seeing you leading this group with a ranked captain like him,” Wilt continued explaining. “I’d say that makes you their superior officer. And the way you stand there like a posh with an English accent and fancy vintage tux. Are you perhaps fro

Even the cruel precision of the Skolic raiders were more manageable ordeals. “Nothing steel and plasma can’t deal with then?” The Captain raised a fist towards her Lieutenant, as with the hi five. Froster did not know what this was. “Fist bump, Lieutenant. It’s an order.” Her tone was light with sarcasm. At least that he could tell. “Yes mam.” He touched his fist to hers. “Well, I hope you don’t mind introducing me to the rest of the squad?”

"Because I was senior?" Roman shook her head. "No, ma'am. At least three of the commanding officers in question hold commissions that predate yours". "Well, then?" Roman's smile turned to a grin. "Because, as Captain Lewis Hashimoto put it, you have the biggest balls". The bridge crew exploded into laughter, the Chameleon's Captain felt herself blush, and the Earth fleet was reborn. * * *

she replied, still refusing to follow him. “Can you just follow me? I'm your Captain! Do I need to remind you again?!” He almost lost his patience. She glared at him and said, “But I have a lot of work to do, Captain. By the way, have you asked my supervisor about this?” “I already told Captain Mahmod and I don’t need his permission as my command is higher than him,” he said, coldly. “But…,” she was about to protest again but he cut her.

Lianne angrily shouted. “Hmmm, Cain did mention you a feisty one,” the captain said, “but know this Your Highness.” Captain Mock then lifted her face with her chin using a small knife blade, hard as steel and well sharpened. Lianne’s eyes widened even more at the sight of it. “I am the captain of this boat, and no one is entitled to question me or command me!” he said in a gruff voice. There was coldness in his eyes. Just like Midas. Just like Garlow. The type of men who doesn’t think twice of spilling blood.