Nekoma Captain Novels & Stories

Jonah held back his anger, the scowl on his face turning into a smirk. Just then, the captain of the officers glanced at Wilbur before turning to Jonah. "What's the matter here?" "What's your name?" Jonah demanded. Jonah actually did not know who this team captain was. He had only just called the vice-captain of Special Forces to send a team over, but this team captain probably knew who Jonah was. "Team Captain of Team Two in Special Forces, Captain Burt Mackel," the team captain said. Jonah smirked as he nodded. "I suspect this man of illegal hunting, breaking and entering into forbidden territory in the city, and engaging in illegal activities. Please arrest him right now for interrogation

He didn't respond, and merely pulled out a seat. “Sit down, Elissa.” I sat, without a retort. Did my perspective of him change because he was giving me something no one else did? Yeah, he was giving me a chance. “I am sure of your character, and I know you didn't steal it, trust me.” I nodded. There was no other choice. Handling everything on my own would be a disaster. But it was something different when it was the captain of the hockey team standing up for me. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.”

Mangey and I arrive back at the Deepsea Metro, with supplies and holding the Captain. “Inkcanius you’re back” said Cetrion. “Back from my supply run, also I just bump into The Captain AKA Agent 3, she was ensnared by Corona but I beat her” I said, laying her down on a makeshift bed. Cetrion began to heal The Captain “it will take time, but we are getting there” said Cetrion.

Aulia nodded her head once Hisoka glanced at her, requesting her permission as well. “Great.” Hisoka intertwined his fingers together, placed his elbows on the table, and propped his chin on the intertwined fingers. “This man, next to me, is one of the Mandrill Monkeys or so-called Mandrill. His code name is Captain, coincidentally the captain of the group.” Captain shot up and slightly tilted his body forward. “The name is Captain, one of the Mandrills and also the leader. I humbly greet all of you.”

Even though she was older, the charming, graceful middle-aged woman was the captain of the 1st division, and her name was Felicity Lawrence. There were five captains and more than 100 elite members of Admiralporium gathered there. The captain of the 2nd division, Drake Thompson, the captain of the 3rd division, Micah Crawford, the captain of the 4th division, Jasper Henderson, and an old acquaintance, Shien Cooke, were all there. Drake had met Kayson before in Clouspring as well. He had made a fool of himself in Kayson’s presence. At this very moment, his expression was indifferent, as if he was not acquainted with Kayson and he refused to look at him.

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.

Yama said, glancing in the captain’s direction, and without missing a beat, she pulled Venus forward. “Hi!” Yama greeted the captain with an enthusiastic wave. The captain paused, pressed something on her headphones, then set down her drink, removing the headphones. Venus clutched the paper bag tightly against her chest, her heart racing as the captain gave them a nod in greeting. “Mind if we sit here?” Yama asked, noticing the captain was sitting alone. The captain gestured for them to join her. “Pres, you go ahead and sit. I’ll go order our drinks,” Yama said, nodding to the captain before excusing herself.

It was still there, simmering under the surface, possessive and controlled and entirely too intense. “Marcus,” Ward called without looking away from me, “leave.” Marcus looked between us, smirking despite his obvious pain. “Well, I’m your best friend, so I don’t see why I have to miss the reunion scene.” “Marcus.” Ward’s tone dropped lower, colder, carrying that command I had only heard in fragments before. Not the hockey captain. Not the man from our past. This was the businessman who could make rooms fall silent with a single word. I exhaled and rubbed my temple. The emotional whiplash of the day was beginning to catch up with me.

The intercom chimes again with another announcement; “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING. THE PROVIDENCE PEACEKEEPERS HAVE IDENTIFIED THE FUGITIVE AND HIS ACCOMPLICE. THEY APPEAR TO BE OMEN; A MALE LYCAN DRESSED IN RED SWIM TRUNKS AND A FEMALE VAMPIRE DRESSED IN A GREEN BIKINI BOTTOM WITH A ROBE ON. PLEASE YOU ARE ADVISED TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM THEM, THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. REPORT ANY SIGHTINGS TO THE STAFF OR TO THE PEACEKEEPERS. THANK YOU.” "Fuck, that's what I was worried about," Nya curses, now that the whole ship knew about what they were and what they looked like, sneaking around just got a whole lot harder to do. "Do you have any better ideas?" Terror asks,

But I click my teeth, promising myself to remain focused, keeping the conversation, strictly professional. "Well, our driver's corpse is currently at the forensics department and we are waiting for the autopsy results to prove what already know, which is the fact that the anonymous captor had shot him with a gun. And about the gun, my wife told me that the gun had this cross sign with the inscription, "hades" on it. It was a pistol that was used by the way but that was all she said." I answered, choosing to hide all of the extra information as to how my wife once used to be a slave.