Captain's Superior For Short Novels & Stories

“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.

“Sir… I’m sorry, Captain, I didn’t… you are Captain Beta, right?” He smiled slightly. “That’s better… and yes, I am.” His smile faded… there was a certain careworn quality to his face. I doubt he’s really a jerk… he just has a lot on his plate and an understandable demand for respect. “To be honest, Forty-Two, we don’t really stand on ceremony in the barracks. Out in the street, mind your manners, or I’ll teach you to mind them. Got it?” “Sir, yes, sir!”

As the enemy bore down upon them, the determination in her heart ignited a spark, drawing strength from the bond that tethered them together, promising that they would rise victorious. In that moment, the chaos of battle faded into the background, leaving only the singular truth she now held at the forefront: her role as captain was not about being perfect, but about leading with conviction and heart. “To me!” she shouted, voice clear and commanding, rallying her crew as she charged forward, adrenaline fueling every stride.

Traitor I thought as he refused to cut me any slack. “From the top, let’s go.” he ordered again. I wasn’t about to die here today. “Come on, Hercules.” I complained but it all fell on deaf ears. “Its Captain to you. Do you understand?” he ordered. I had forgotten he insisted I called him captain during training. “I am talking to you Omega . DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” he shouted into my ears. I almost took offence because I thought we were done with the use of our titles.

I noticed Jan spare a glance in Cara’s direction and his eyebrows rose. “You have quite a long black hair, Lieutenant,” he noted and I stifled a laugh. His gaze fell onto me. “Did I say something wrong?” I informed, “Colonel is the correct way to shorten addressing a Lieutenant Colonel. It is the First and Second Lieutenants who may be addressed as Lieutenant.” “Oh, sorry!” He chuckled. Considering this is the first time he fixed his gaze on me, he asked, “Did anyone ever tell you? You look similar to Young Master Eligor.”

He wasn’t a big man—in fact, was barel middle-sized—but when you walked up and looked him in the eye it didn’t seem that way. Augustus was four inches talle than his partner, and Pea Eye three inches taller yet, but there was no way you could have convinced Pea Eye tha Captain Call was the short man. Call had him buffaloed, and in that respect Pea had plenty of company. If a man meant totry.dn.ts”e.ae,om.tesdadr.asoe.ds,aye..trre.ple,d.tdhold his own with Call it was necessary to keep in mind that Call wasn’t as big as he seemed. Augustus was the one man in