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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 · Ciencia y ficción
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The Healthcare Here Is Pretty Shady

Well, the guy survived at least.

We did have to pay for him of course, but we intend to get the money from the guy later.

After we got the confirmation from the robot doctor that he was fine, we were allowed to see him after we paid another extra five thousand Credits to 'rent the room for the patient to recuperate'.

Fucking bloodsucking corporates…

Whatever, the money will come from the Merc himself anyway so he's going to foot the bill.

We found the Merc sitting up in the bed and at least looking healthy as compared to earlier when we first got him into the clinic.

In fact, I'd even say he looks better.

Now I actually feel a little regretful for not paying to watch the procedure.

He groaned while turning to us, "Where am I?"

"We're back at the station in one of the clinics. You feeling alright?"

His face paled, "Oh no… How much are the medical fees?"

"Thirty five thousand Creas," Amber answered for me."