Primaris Space Marine Captain Novels & Stories

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.

A voice answered from above. “Right here.” Alexander looked up — and his stomach dropped. Elite Citadel soldiers stood on the suspended catwalks overhead. At least twenty of them. Black armor. Red visors. Weapons glowing with purge-suppression tech. Elias growled. “They won’t stop us.” The captain of the squad jumped down from the catwalk, landing in front of them with heavy boots. “Elias Varyn,” he said coldly. “Primarch-class. Kill on sight.” Elias stepped forward.

Mar looked at her two companions who stood in attention while the cadet went inside the barn. “You seem pretty used to this?” she asked Dorin, but the officer arrived before the other could answer. "Your rifle, sir." 2nd Lieutenant Monroe handed a long silver rifle to the drill Sergeant. There were intricate runes carved on the black wooden barrel, trailing to the tip of its metal muzzle. "First lieutenant Gunnar, have you any experience in using elemental firearms?" he asked Mar. "No sir," replied the lieutenant, "I am a Sword Master, Rapier Class, from the non-magic corps."

[Parris–about 30 minutes ago] “So this is the wolf causing all the commotion,” Commander Sterling stood tall in his black fatigues, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow to show arms laced with deep scars. “What did you say his name was?” “Daniels,” the Brotherhood soldier reported, using the identity we had crafted back at the base with Calyx in case it came to this. “Marcus Daniels. Third Division. Level 2 Gamma. Trained in the special forces in Moon River City.”

I thought I just got a membership, why VIP? "What is the name of our captain?" She suddenly mentioned. I turned to her in surprise. "Uhmm, Zyrus Valencia? Is he our captain? Hahaha, why did you ask?" "That's the reason why you got into the VIP." "Huh?" (* _ *) "Sir Zyrus is also known as Mr. Metous, short for meticulous, though he is just a captain of the research guild, he is a triple S rank vanguard and a part of Glorious 5 of Lumiere City.

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.”

Lucifer came in next on the pecking order, though ze had full authority during any combat maneuvers. Otherwise, hir command was roughly equal to the Rear Admirals. After hir were Jax and Harwood, both frigate captains. And after them were Freya, Xylo, Kali, and Tyretha, all of whom were Squadron and Commando Leaders. Amarok came in at the tail end. Although the wolves were split among the military and civilian halves, she still represented all of them. At least, as best she could.

I need to find the source. I find Marcus where I knew he’d be, overlooking the training yard, his face a mask of stone as he judges the warriors' forms. He’s the only one in this entire keep, besides Kieran, who I halfway trust. He’s not a politician. He’s a soldier. And he’s loyal to his Alpha, even if he doesn’t understand him. He’s my grudging ally. "Captain," I greet him, leaning against the wall next to him. "Basov." His tone is flat, but it’s not as hostile as it used to be. The incident with the thieving mother earned me a fraction of his respect. My transformation of his warriors is earning me more.

In the afternoon, after their cheerless and tasteless brunch, the captain came down to the brig to grace them with his presence. Aki was right, the four most important people on the ship were: Captain Fang, the Dark Emperor, Kosano and Yuriko; in that order. But because they were pirates, it was easy to imagine incessant politicking among the last three.

Rei stared in horror. “They built the entire system around him.” “Yes.” “And the network?” “Built from the same principles.” Rei's mind raced. “So Caelan wasn't the beginning.” “No.” Seraphine looked at the sphere. “He was the first failure.” The sphere suddenly pulsed again. A voice filled the chamber. Not Voss. Not Elara. Not Caelan. A voice that sounded impossibly old. “FIRST OMEGA IDENTIFIED.” Rei froze. The lights turned toward her.