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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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349 Chs

It's Those Thieves Again

I walked through the vaguely familiar market, looking for the terminal that I could use to list my sale.

It didn't take me long to find it but it seems like all of the terminals were being used at the moment so I went to line up behind one to wait for my turn.

Not a minute after I queued up, a person suddenly approached me looking quite desperate.

I reached for my pistol only to remember that I was currently unarmed so I clenched my fist in preparation to swing just in case he tried to do anything.

He didn't seem to notice my actions and asked, "Are you selling or buying?"

"I'm a seller," I answered him curtly.

A spark of what looked like hope appeared in his eyes and he took another step forward, "Are you selling organic food?"

I paused for a moment before shaking my head, "No, I am not."

His face immediately fell, "Ah… I see… Still no good huh…"

He then turned and walked away without another word.