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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 · Ficção Científica
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193 Chs

First Part Of The Escort Complete

The leader pulled the pin off the grenade before tossing it around the corner, the object bouncing off the wall and landing in the middle of the corridor.

A group of us were preparing to rush forward while the others remained behind to protect the client.

A few of the thugs gave a warning shout and dove behind the Mech for cover, probably thinking it was an explosive of some kind.

They were right to a certain extent as the top of the grenade popped off and smoke began billowing out of it to quickly cover the corridor.

At that moment, a few of us dashed out from the corner and rushed towards the mech, aiming to get out of its firing arc as fast as possible.

The mech pilot seemed to have expected us to do something like that and started firing his minigun wildly into the smoke cloud.

Thankfully, his aim was a little too high and the bullets flew over our heads without hitting anyone.