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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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187 Chs

Good Beer, Good Entertainment

We took a seat at the bar in the very corner of the counter, partly because the place was quite full and partly because the centre was occupied by a rather boisterous crowd that we wanted to avoid.

Amber and Lea took my sides while I sat in between them.

Amber then flagged down the bartender to get their attention and a young man approached us while rolling up his sleeves to reveal both his arms were augmented.

"What can I get you ladies?" He asked in a not exactly friendly but also not that unfriendly way.

"Anything you recommend?" Amber asked, leaning her arm against the bar.

"We only have the house beer."

"Then why did you ask? Just serve three up!"

The bartender rolled his eyes, "You got to pay first, woman."

Amber took out her personal terminal and plugged a Credit Chip into it, presumably to pay for the drinks even though I could pay instead.