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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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369 Chs

We Need To Flush Out The Pirates

We crawled through the vents as I followed behind the guy.

He did not even need to consult a map and I quickly realised the vents were not just a straight path to their destinations but they do split into different branching paths.

It looks like it was done on purpose so that anyone who stumbles upon the secret passage would not be able to make use of them without problems.

We eventually came to a small room that was barely big enough to fit the three of us.

There was just a bed, a cupboard that was chock full of synthfood and several bottles of water.

That was pretty much it.

At least there was enough space to stand so I could finally take a good look at the other guy.

He's definitely quite old with his head of white hair and aged lines on his face. The fact that his clothes was a simple shirt, long pants and an old looking jacket only made him look more ancient.

"Nice place," I muttered politely.