Nekoma Captain Novels & Stories

Director Ahmid Rodrigo ordered, giving Knight and not the man who first spoke a sharp look. Something was going on there, but Kira didn’t know what, and she didn’t have time to wonder about it, not when the director kept on talking. “Staff Sergeants Reese and Martin, I’d like to introduce you to the AHDF’s Alpha Team. Captain Knight Adamson leads it while Sergeant Rina Abello is the second-in-command. William Easton, Ralph Bones, Angel Nova, and Isa Ludwig round the team out. Everyone but Ludwig came out of the Recon Marines, while she came out of the Night Stalkers unit. With all your various military backgrounds, I trust you eight will get along.”

The man was crawling away, bleeding, his helmet cracked. "Who sent you?" Jack growled, pinning the man to the floor with his boot. The captain coughed blood. He looked at Jack’s face, then at his mutated arm. His eyes widened in recognition. "He... he said you would come," the captain wheezed. "Who?" "The other one," the captain grinned, his teeth red. "The Perfect One." Jack frowned. "Subject C?" "He calls himself... Cain," the captain whispered. "And he sends his regards."

Amy responded. "But Rowan has always been the captain." Nicole said. "So, why wasn't he introduced to us as the captain?" I asked in a frustrated tone. "And the captain of the team..." We all turned to look at the coach as we heard his voice. "Jake Hawkins." As if it was a movie, Jake walked into the court like the main character. What had I gotten myself into?

I guess he has been into a lot of battles and he delivers an aura of a genuine leader. His veins were visible in his hands like the roots of a tree nurtured on good soil, enough sunlight, and has survived amidst all the catastrophes. “I’m Captain Orley Nebuchister El Katanaga De Casteganio Ellisto Puedonito Bastamtike.” I tried not to laugh after hearing his short name. “Your name sounds honorable, Sir. But it’s lengthy and easy to forget. I would suggest you change it into a cooler one like… red beard. Captain Red Beard of the West.”

Steronick yelled out, "Is that it?" "What a guy, even his departure is stylish", Tommick muttered. "What's your name?" Tom asked. "Commanding Officer Collin Locke", he said, "when next we meet it'll be Captain!" They all watched him walk away. The declaration he had just made was big, a Commanding Officer was worth fifty thousand perus. The Rank of Captain however was, one hundred billion perus. To get that high was not impossible but hard. The blade rage waited for their leaders command to take out the boy but it never came. Still...

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

I tried to pretend my blood wasn’t rushing and my heart wasn’t already trying to race ahead of me. And then he appeared. Dante Kade. I didn’t need anyone to point him out. I just… knew. He wasn’t skating like the others. He glided. Effortlessly. Silently. Like the ice belonged to him and the rest of the team was just renting space. His jersey clung to him, black and marked with a captain’s “C” near the collarbone, and beneath it, the sharp lines of his body moved like they’d been sculpted specifically to intimidate. He was tall—ridiculously so—and the way he maneuvered through drills with barely a sound made my skin break out in goosebumps.

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...

“Means I’m taking the captain spot.” Several people started talking at once. “The position isn’t open.” “We have championships next week.” “Coach would never—” Daniel cut them off easily. “Coach knows exactly what I can do.” Then his eyes flicked toward Ryan again. “And I know the current captain’s a fucking loser.” The room went dead silent. I looked toward Ryan instantly expecting anger. Instead? He looked bored. Which somehow made Daniel seem even more irritated. “You done?” Ryan asked calmly. Daniel laughed shortly. “Scared?”