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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 · 科幻
分數不夠
365 Chs

We're Heading Out Again

So good news… I guess we're on our way to making forty million Credits which would give us the money we need for the new ship.

Bad news… We had to separate from Mara for this job.

I actually thought she would be the only one to be ok with the dogs but she looked to be just as concerned about them as the others as well. Heck, I wasn't even surprised to see Lea keeping away from them but Mara was definitely a surprise.

We had to resort to covering the cages with the tarp and making use of drones to carry the cages back to my ship and keeping them in the storage room.

I also learned that the Credit Chip he used to transfer me the money effectively marked me as the courier for this package so if anything goes wrong, the client would be looking for me instead of that trader.

Basically, he passed the hot potato to us.

No wonder he ran off immediately after that since he didn't want us passing it back to him.