The captain shook his head, smiled, and marched forward with renewed purpose.

The captain marched from the room, knowing exactly where he was going.

The captain saluted Stroh, lifted off his chair, and marched out of the small room in a bad mood.

The captain intoned something in an urgent voice and marched away.

The captain marched to a position directly in front of them and stopped, flexing his pectorals.

She thought perhaps they would stop, but the captain marched on, as if he would walk straight through the rock itself.

The captain bowed stiffly, made a smart about-face, and marched from the room.

Two captains marched forward with a phagor between them.

The captain marched toward his ready room, Spock and Beverly in tow.

The captain pursed his lips and marched back toward the command chair.