Gokaiger Captain Marvelous Novels & Stories

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

I stared out the office window, pulling out a cigar which I secured in between my lips and one of the guards stepped forward with a lighter. The bustling city never went quiet with people going about their lives. Most of them had no idea how many disasters were avoided every day simply because men like me existed. Everybody wanted to pretend the world ran on laws and Maria had accidentally stumbled into information she wasn't supposed to have. "What did she say?" I took a drag, puffing smoke in the air. "She said she's going to tell him." He replied. I wasn't surprised in the least. Jovan was her boss and he was good to her.

I smiled as they made their way back to their sparring partners. “You scared the shit out of them” Hector was laughing. “Keep it up and I’ll make you spar too Gamma.” I smiled back at him as he went stoic. I watched and helped for the next half hour. Individually going in and tweaking their stances or how they were moving. They seemed genuinely happy, feeling the difference and I was enjoying myself. Currently I was staring at the biggest member of the captain group. He was huge. Probably clocking in at 7ft and built like a wrestler. I stepped up to him and Godwin, who was blocking his punches.

"Are you blind!? This man is a member of The Black Guard! It should be clear as day she's in league with them! She must be a plant to gather information or recruit for them! What kind of sorry ass captain are you!? Your incompetence is showing!" "Oh my incompetence?" A smug smile began spreading over the Captain's face. He held up a small stone attached to the necklace and began pouring magic into it. There was a brief flicker, an image of how the fight began was displayed mid air as if it was a hand held projector.

They stood firmly on the deck which was violently shaking like a bell and began shooting almost unaffectedly. Not long after, all the armed bodyguards were dead from headshot in tens of seconds! Meanwhile, the captain of the yacht aimed his gun at Porter, but in the next second, Porter had moved instantly, subsequently grabbing his neck. The captain was extremely terrified, and he struggled as he exclaimed, “Y-you’re a martial arts master?!” Porter nodded with a smirk. “You’re not too bad. You’ll soon become a three-star martial artist.” The captain was shocked, and he hurriedly said, “Sir, you’re so strong! Why are you servicing a mere Italian mafia?”

He almost looks as if he is made of metal. 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...

The damn chauvinistic bastard had the effrontery to make it look like he deserved a second chance. He forced me to look him in the eye and made another attempt at the kiss. I tried pushing him away but his hands were stronger than mine. I really didn't want to kiss him, it strangely felt like I was kissing my captor but my body worshipped him and his entire existence. He was a devil but he saved my life regardless of everything and somehow that had gotten the best part of me.

The golden-eyed Captain was standing just behind Mwajuma, her spear raised, a look of flawless, stoic bravery on her face. The boy recognized his torturer. The woman who had shoved the iron ladle down his throat. The architect of his agony. A surge of pure, desperate hatred pierced through his corrupted madness. He let out a deafening, echoing shriek and charged, completely ignoring Mwajuma and the Vanguard. He wanted the Captain. His chaotic magic flared, gathering in his massive hands like a localized purple sun. Mwajuma saw the beast lock eyes with Zuri. She saw the monster completely bypass her, its horrifying, corrupted gaze fixed entirely on the woman she loved.