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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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388 Chs

Forming Raid Groups

I managed to get out of giving them any honey for now as we were called to the meeting room where the other Merc leaders were gathered.

Seems like Mara had finished giving the details out to the people involved and it was time to strategise or something along that line.

I entered the room that was designed to be a meeting hall with a large table and several screens that one could use to display plans or meeting slides.

Gathered inside the room were a mix of rather colourful people. Some looked well equipped with body armour, big and shiny weapons and even high tech accessories. Then there's some who looked scruffy and dishevelled and would look more at home in a bandit's hideout than as a Merc.