Draekai

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...


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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.

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What Do You Mean I'm The Captain Of A Yandere Mercenary Company?

"Nyahahaha! Let's gooooo!" Ries laughed, pulling out her minigun to point at the smoke cloud.

The barrels of her minigun started to spin before a high pitched whine echoed throughout the stadium when it started firing.

She slowly rotated towards the right, the trail of bullets following her rotation as she cleaved an arc through the smoke with her minigun.

That plan worked at least since I saw a kill notification pop out from the corner announcing Ries taking out two guys.

Unfortunately, the rest either managed to tank the hits or avoid it as there were no more casualties after that.

Without much of a choice, Ries and I headed into the smoke, aiming to reach the machine gun nest that the duo had set up.

Amber would be skirting around the edge of the smokescreen to do a flanking manoeuvre and Lea had plopped herself down at the very edge of the circle to set up a sniping position.

The Final Circle