Captain's Superior For Short Novels & Stories

he yelled at them, burning with rage. Two hefty men were standing before him with their heads lowered, their hands stationed behind them. He pointed his wooden staff at them. “If my supplies don't get to the harbor by nightfall, I'll feed your bodies to the crows.” “We are sorry Captain!” they chorused. “Now get out of my living room!” he yelled and threw his back against the couch. They hurried out. “Bastards!” he cussed. The captain had retained his title from his college days and the identity had remained what he was addressed with by his workers and closest friends.

the lead figure demanded coldly, his demeanor commanding respect. The captain, trembling, admitted to being the one who issued the warning, prompting one of the intruders to strike him. Maxine swiftly retaliated, her decisive blows silencing any further aggression. Recognizing their opponents' strength above the Lord of War realm, the lead figure attempted to negotiate. "My friend, the captain has shown disrespect toward us. If he offers an apology, we shall depart immediately," the man at the forefront softened his tone considerably. He was aware of Maxine's formidable nature but refrained from retracting his demands in front of his subordinates.

His gaze remained fixed on me, a mixture of confusion and something else I couldn't quite place flickering in his steel grey eyes. "Chloe, I don't know why he wants you here, but the commissioner is very happy with the arrest and I need you to only ask these written questions to him. Don't go off script. This is a direct order. We need to finish this before his lawyer arrives," My captain barked, his tone harsh and commanding. I nodded obediently, my mind still reeling from the intensity of Carter's stare. I longed for a captain like Captain Holt, someone who exuded calm authority rather than the abrasive demeanor of my superior.

"One for every minute you spent dawdling." "Yes, Captain." I nodded, smothering the smile that threatened to break my contrite expression. I was being chastised. Like a normal member of the training squad. Not coddled, not condemned. It was amazing. But if I smiled, everyone would have thought I was crazy. "Captain?" The lumbering warrior froze, his head tilted. "Ah, sorry, Marcel. Reflex," I muttered.

Now I feel even more pressured. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out for 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...," the Kea rapid fires and we walk out of the holding room. I try to keep my face blank as I take my seat, but I can feel the females look me over. When I bring my eyes up I look right into the face of the most beautiful Bronkark woman I have ever seen and a smile breaks across my face.