What Do You Mean I'm The Captain Of A Yandere Mercenary Company? Chapter 834: Thieving Consequences

The door's lock clicked open at my touch, sliding apart to expose a room torn apart by the thieves, who had smashed the furniture into a barricade sealing off the entrance.

So much for keeping the ship intact...

Damn... Looks like I'll have to get new furniture after all... At least the stove remained undamaged, I guess... That one's a real hassle to replace.

I eyed the makeshift barricade shoved behind the door, peering through the cracks to spot the thieves cowering on the other side.

One of them had the nerve to yell at me, "You’re not allowed to come in here!! This is a private space!!"

What the hell is this idiot rambling about?

Was the one who shouted trying to declare the bedroom off-limits just because they were squatting in it?

It makes zero sense.

That's why I simply booted aside the furniture jamming the doorway, and right then, a gunshot cracked from ahead.

My shield snapped into existence right in front of me, soaking up the bullet that would've slammed into my chest otherwise—not that Renata wouldn't have blocked it anyway.

I glared at the shooter, still clad in his lab coat, gripping the smoking pistol with trembling hands like he never thought it'd actually fire.

I advanced another step, and the dread of me closing in outweighed any qualms about murder, so he raised the gun once more, squeezing off several more rounds.

The shield absorbed every shot without a scratch, letting me stroll up to him as if bullets were no big deal.

The weapon finally clicked empty with a sharp clack, the fool staring down the barrel and yanking the trigger repeatedly like something jammed it.

I closed the distance and smashed my elbow into his face, channeling a bit of Psionic power to amp the strike and hurl him crashing against the wall.

Not finished, I aimed my shotgun his way and fired, shredding his right leg just below the knee.

The guy howled in agony, and I squeezed the trigger again, obliterating his right arm too.

Ironic how this fool wound up with nearly the same injuries as the one outside, though we had to stage the gun for that guy while this one earned it fair and square.

I spun to face the rest huddled behind the barricade, shocked to spot a familiar face shielding them.

"Anthony? Seriously?" I exclaimed, scowling at Theresa's boyfriend and my fellow test pilot. "I expected better from you... Tell me you're not behind this mess."

He scowled back, obviously pissed to see me, but clamped his lips shut, refusing to utter a word.

Looking closer now, a few others seemed like test pilots too.

Probably either ship fanatics or just itching to sabotage me.

The remaining thieves—twelve in total, not counting the one outside and the guy I just elbowed—appeared way less confident now.

But come on, fifteen idiots really signed up for this dumb scheme to hijack my ship and trash it in the process...

I sighed, then nodded at the bunch. "So who came up with this brilliant idea?"

No one spoke up.

Expected as much—they wouldn't confess.

Then again, after watching me shred their buddy's limbs, they likely figured I'd go even harder on the leader. Assuming the boss wasn't one of the two I'd already wrecked...

With the ship back under my control, next up was phase two: hitting the company for compensation.

That was the whole reason I let this play out, after all.

I headed to the cockpit while Yumiko, Amber, and Lea kept eyes on the thieves; the others returned to the Iridescence.

Fortunately, the cockpit had only minor damage—scratches clearly from someone pounding the console.

"Renata... Who piloted the ship?" I asked, scowling at the dents.

Renata pulled up a cockpit recording on a screen, showing Anthony planted in the pilot's seat.

The footage caught him hammering his fists across the console when the ship powered down, and that's when I noticed he'd cracked one side.

Tsk... Better hope this pays off big.

The hangar doors parted, and I undocked the Verlandi from the Iridescence, swinging the ship around to head back to the station's bay.

Approaching the pad, I saw it crowded with folks who cheered wildly as my ship appeared at the entrance.

I deftly guided her down to land, killed the engines, and this time secured the controls and cockpit tight before exiting.

Stepping out, I saw the thieves clustered obediently, though three bore fresh bruises and welts that hadn't been there earlier.

From the grins on my girls' faces, those three must've lunged at them and got thoroughly thrashed.

Silent, I marched toward the ramp, my crew prodding the thieves to trail behind. The two with blasted legs got hauled by their pals, hobbling on their lone good limb.

They wouldn't bleed out—Mara had staunched the wounds just enough—but that was it.

I reached the ramp bottom and blinked to find Theresa, Freiderike, and Rosalia waiting right there.

Theresa rushed up instantly. "Miss Tera!! I am so terribly sorry for this!! Words cannot describe just how ashamed I am that this happened to you! Please! If there is... Ah..."

She froze upon spotting Anthony herded out with the thieves.

Sorry, but your man's guilty too...

Her words choked off as the thieves lined up before my ship, heads bowed, dodging all eyes.

The crowd's glares hung heavy, tension thick in the air.

Rosalia came over, inspecting the ship anxiously before sighing in relief. "Oh... Seems they spared the ship from real harm at least..."

I drew a deep breath and exhaled sharply.

That tipped her off to the truth.

Her eyes bulged. "No..." she whispered.

I nodded and waved at the ramp.

Taking the cue, she dashed past me aboard.

Theresa and Freiderike gave me anxious glances; I repeated the gesture, sending them rushing up too.

I stood by with the crowd, all holding breath, eyes on the ramp for what the women would discover.

Minutes later, they emerged, faces ashen from the revealed destruction.

Rosalia bounced back quickest, storming to the thieves and bellowing, "Who’s the ringleader?!!"

Just like with me, silence.

The bunny futa stomped hard. "I asked, who is the ringleader!!! Are you all really going to stay silent?!! Are you refusing to answer a question from me?!!"

Several thieves glanced at once toward the guy I'd first pounded in the corridor, marking him as the boss.

Rosalia didn't pause.

She snatched a gun from a security guard's holster, strode to him, and blasted his head clean off before he could squeak.

His corpse thumped down, blood pooling across the hangar floor.

Holy shit... You can just execute people like that around here?