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What Do You Mean I'm The Captain Of A Yandere Mercenary Company?

I thought being laid off from my job was the greatest of my worries but I just had to wake up in a ship's cockpit after my space game crashed. Now I have no map, no friends and no money. But that's ok, I've started from the bottom before! With my starter ship I will scour through space as a Mercenary and maybe even start up a Mercenary Company while I'm at it! This ain't my first rodeo in space after all! Except... Apparently my crew members are weird? The guy who bumped into me yesterday was found sliced up and floating outside the space station. The girl who tried to honeytrap me was reported missing with only a finger found in an alley. And then that merchant who scammed me had his entire ship blasted into bits by unknown vessels the very next day. Some people say my crewmates were behind it but they must be mistaken, right? I only know one thing for sure... In space, no one can hear you scream... *** Notes: Any R-rated scenes will be denoted by a '*' followed by an 'R' with the number of 'R's showing how much of it is R-rated. '*R' would be around 25%, '*RR' would be about 50% and '*RRR' would most likely be the entire chapter. Also, gene splicing and cybernetics exist in this story. What does that mean? MC is a futa for one and there's going to be other futas showing up as well. You can join our discord through this link: https://discord.gg/CRrb56c

Draekai · Sci-fi
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365 Chs

Getting Some Goods From The General Store

"I can't say I expected the response to be that quick… But I suppose I should be grateful…" The store owner muttered after we finished off the thugs.

Amber nudged the body of one of the thugs with her foot, "Yeah, I'll bet. He would have blown your brains out if it weren't for us. You're lucky we were already coming here in the first place."

"Are there people who clean up these dead bodies here?" I asked, remembering the cleaners back on Theeve station.

The store owner nodded, "Yeah, I already called them. They'll be here to get rid of them in a few minutes. Anyway, since you said that you were on your way here, I assume you have something you want to buy? Some White Powder perhaps?"

I turned to Lea and she nodded, taking over the conversation.

"We need some hundred and ten millimetre pipes, brackets to support said pipes, a hand drill, nails and--"