Captain's Superior For Short Novels & Stories

The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin... With each name, my fear grows. These aliens are twice the size of their female counterparts, and they don't look friendly. They don't necessarily look mean either, but I can tell they have killed. Their bodies and demeanor say power. A power that I could never dream of matching.

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

(Captain Linda) “This guy is on another level of douche bag…The President has put mark on him…as well as everyone on this list….I also got a new order from the President to you Captain…he want every single person on this list stay on this city..until the very end….”.(First Lieutenant Gremog)

the Captain enquired. “It only gave a paralyzing effect, Captain Celestial. There was no other negative effect.” Swift replied a bit nervously. The Captain nodded her head and then said, “It’s been years yet you still refer to me by ‘Captain Celestial’. I have told you to either call me Celestial or Captain – not both. I know that you are the youngest, but that doesn’t mean that you should act so reserved around us.” Celestial stated. “Yes Captain Celestial,” Swift shifted nervously and said. Celestial shook her head with a frustrated expression on her face and turned to face the now impatient Shadow.

We then watch the whole thing on repeat. We watch Marcus knocks on the metal door and his commanding officer answers it. We watch as the commanding officer yells something right in Marcus's face. "The only reason you're even captain," the commanding officer yells, "Is because the previous captain is dead and you're the only jackass who raises his goddamn hand! You're a shit captain! A shit captain!" That part is new. "I understand, sir," Marcus says, "But I do believe he is our best shot at retrieving the supplies we need. He is a drifter after all. In fact, they're all drifters. They have the best experience when surviving the outside."

Once Wasyl hung up the call, he smiled and looked at Trevyn, who was standing in front of him. With an ingratiating tone, he said, "Mr. Hughes—" It was only then that Trevyn turned around with a flat expression that was hard to read. He looked at Wasyl with a frosty gaze and cut him off, saying, "Compared to Mr. Hughes, I prefer people addressing me as Captain Hughes. But you'll have to address me as General Hughes in three days."

“Then stay back and let Suzy be the captain of this ship. Every man would be surprised to see a female captain.” “I agree with that.” I thought it was time to know the names of these crew members. All I could do was differentiate them from their facial expressions. One had curly hair, the other had a brown beard along with shaved hair, the third man was quite tall, and there was a short one, but his strength was unmatched after watching him light a cannon alone. The fourth man was walking with the support of a stick, the fifth man had just one hand, and the other had an iron hook on it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was called the captain, but Phillips, on the other hand, is a man known for

One in particular looked extremely important his black uniform with all its shiny silver detailing showing clearly his rank was top tier. “General, Sir.” The Captain saluted as he came to stand in front of his superior. “I was not aware you would be here to meet us, my orders were to escort the…ah…detainees straight to the Palace.” The General gave the Captain a condescending look down his nose from under his peaked cap, his eyes like an eagle’s stare, rimmed with gold. “Orders change, Captain.” He empathised the rank, making the Captain swallow hard. “Yes, Sir…sorry, Sir.”

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

Captain Rodgers, a loyal and capable leader, approached me with a respectful nod. "Greetings, Queen Uriah," he greeted me warmly, his voice carrying a sense of authority and dedication. I returned his greeting with a nod, acknowledging his presence. "Captain Rodgers, I trust the training is progressing well?" He nodded, a proud glimmer in his eyes. "Indeed, Your Majesty. Our soldiers are disciplined and prepared for any challenge that may arise." I observed the soldiers with a discerning eye, searching for any signs of unusual behavior or hidden intentions. Each movement was precise, their synchronization a testament to their rigorous training. Yet, my instincts urged me to remain vigilant.