Captain の小説・ストーリー

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

“Mr. Cash, this is the eighth division captain of Admiralporium’s Squad 13 in Northspring, Campian Wolke.” Shaun, who was flabbergasted, quickly greeted the man. “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke!” Campian greeted him back amiably. “Nice meeting you too, Mr. Cash. No need to be so courteous.” “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke. I’m Bryce Jupp.” Bryce smiled politely, sounding incredibly courteous. He could not help it. Campian’s position as a captain was no weaker than a city’s leader simply in terms of his authority.

The captain starts off being bothered by the uncomfortable and deafening silence between them. “That would depend on your actions.” Karilaya could not help but scoff having to deal with a question that seem to be about the prince’s beast-like form. “How so?” The captain had this weak smile as he looked at her. “If your the same controlling and manipulative man as the prince then I don’t think we will be able to talk like this,” She says directly at his face not holding back. The captain let out a chuckle but then turned quiet as he turned his eyes back to the now subsiding mist in front of them.

"Let's get out of this building, Sasha. The team is waiting, and we have a division to win." "The data is ready, Captain," I said, a soft, authentic smile finally breaking across my face as I leaned into his touch. "Let's go show them what happens when they lock us out."

“Our thirty days are up. “I’ll be there at nine tomorrow.” I looked at the piece of paper. The weight that had been crushing my chest eased up a little. He said, “I know I have no right to ask you to come back. “But the least I can do is stand by you until the very end.” I nodded. “Alright.” There seemed to be something more on his mind. His lips parted and closed silently before he ended up saying, “See you tomorrow, Millie.” I met his gaze. “See you tomorrow, Captain Tanner.”

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

, He touch the remote on his hand and it shows up all the list of passengers and crew in details. "The captain crew or the lead crew which consists of 4 Wells delegation, 3 Prima delegation, and 3 Void delegation, they consist of, Captain Nox-Hydrant Wells as the leader of this captain crew and the person that will be in charge of this spaceship and mission, he'll give you command and the crew & passengers should ask for his permission. Captain Nox also will drive the spaceship. He also needs to make sure to report to Gaelforce office everyday about the condition of

He needs to focus. "This is your captain, Klauss. Gents, be ready for the ride way to hell."

It gave me the spirit to continue learning. "Shouldn't we choose a commander?" said Thomas, but Haris seemed to be holding back his laughter. "What do you mean, commander? That's so old-fashioned. Make it a modern and famous title like Alpha." "Nowadays, a good nickname for a leader is captain, like in that Korean drama that humans often watch, right?" added Shey, to which Thomas immediately replied by pursing his lips. They were both ridiculous and funny, "Jay, Brian, Glenn, Barlie, or Haris. Which one of you three is willing to be captain?" Shey asked.

Franklin’s POV The rival captain was not a small man. He filled the doorway in the practical sense, broad through the shoulders, still in his match kit, and his expression was the particular expression of someone who has seen something they intend to get an explanation for and are not going to be redirected from that intention. Rydan and I both stood. The captain looked between us. Then he said, “Sit down.” It was the kind of voice that expected to be listened to. We sat.