Gundam Captain Novels & Stories

"I didn't realize you could hear." "I couldn't hear words. Just tone. You sounded like you were having an actual conversation instead of a captain-winger conversation." "There's a difference?" "Huge difference," Reyes said. "I've had both kinds with him. Trust me, there's a difference." "What kind did you have?" "The captain-winger kind. Mostly. A little of the other kind too, now and then, when he decides to be human about something." He shrugged. "You get the other kind a lot more often than the rest of us. Just an observation."

Most gunmasters were ice or fire users and were very dangerous enemies to make in a long distance battle. The guns the gunmasters held were as long as a shotgun but had bigger barrels. The thief predicted this and immediately leaped backwards as several fist sized balls of fire landed at his previous position. "Gotcha", the captain grinned as the crook leaped towards him with his back facing the captain. The captain clenched his fingers and delivered a punch towards the hooded figure. The fist of the captain was coated with the earth elements that had assumed the shape of a large gauntlet. Without doubt this fist was meant to seriously injure the opponent. The captain already had a smirk on

"The Soul Reapers are my team. Got it?" Khyle opened his mouth. "You think you can drop in from the minors and take over?" Gunner didn't wait for the answer. He wasn't interested in the answer. He was interested in delivering the message, and the message was still coming. "Bullshit. You're not the hero here. You don't go out there giving orders and expecting the rest of us to kiss your ass like you're some kind of big shot." "I'm not," Khyle started. "Quit acting like the goddamn team captain. Kensei's the captain. Not you."

But as far as I know, she was a Captain in the army. “...Huh?…I am still a captain thou…but I am also a part of the Military Special Research Department…that is why I am working over here…Boss…hehehe…I have made a new toys!!!..wanna see?…Look at this!!..it a new type of Grenade Launcher!!..I called it, the Dragon Bomb Launcher Type 1!!!….”. (Polly Grokham) “.……Okay…I look at them latter…every time I see you..you always pulled out weird stuff for me to look at..Later..later….I am hungry right now…”.

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?”

My eyes locked immediately on the guy front and center. Brad Walker. Captain. Arms crossed, cocky smirk, messy dark hair, and those same piercing eyes that used to make the old me weak. “Anyway,” Kayla continued, oblivious, “we’ve got a game against Westfield tomorrow. You should come. It’s the perfect way to get thrown into the chaos.” “Maybe,” I said noncommittally. She stopped at a junction in the hallway. “My class is this way. Yours is straight down there, end of the hall. Sorry we’re not in the same one.”

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

“Aster Likaya, Captain of the Zeraph Republic Voltiir Corps. Serial number 3349-88766.Aster Likaya, Captain of the Zeraph Republic Voltiir Corps. Serial number 3349-88766.” She repeated the phrases in her head, desperate to focus on something that didn’t involve the seeing numbness that had overtaken her body. The death of one Druid and the departure of another had weakened the vine wall that was separating them from their vessel.

The Captain’s face was a mask of stoic, regal duty, though she kept her distance from the bleeding creature on the floor. The Vanguard warriors rushed forward, wrapping heavy iron bands around the beast’s shattered chest and broken arms. "Is it dying?" Zuri asked the hunt leader, a tall woman with a deep scar across her cheek. "The Anvil broke its core, Captain," the hunt leader replied, glancing at Mwajuma with a mixture of terror and absolute respect. "It is bleeding out. It won't last the hour." Zuri’s golden eyes flickered. She looked at the dying creature, and for a fraction of a second, Mwajuma thought she saw a flash of intense, panicked frustration cross the Captain’s face.

‘Poachers? “I know what you told me.” Aedre told the younger. “But this is what I’ve been training for all my life. A guardian’s life is all about protecting what we deemed important to us.” “Life’s not only about that.” Tivona argued. “It’s also about living it to the fullest so that you can wake up another day to do what you loved to do. Tell me, is all being a guardian worth it?” The other didn’t answer as she just looked away and waited.