What Do You Mean I'm The Captain Of A Yandere Mercenary Company? Chapter 850: Off To Our Next Job

"It’ll probably take around a month to construct them all. We’ll ship them straight to you, ready for collection when they’re finished!" Rosalia explained to me.

"Should any issues arise with them, simply contact us and we’ll sort it out ourselves," Freiderike added.

From the monitor displaying the blueprints and details of the Exo-Knights these two had created for our group, I raised my eyes.

"I really don’t know how to respond. Every single one appears way too perfect to believe."

"Ahahaha! You deserve all the credit for that, Miss Tera! Had you not supplied us with the testing information, it could’ve taken years more to hit this standard!"

Well... I wasn’t entirely convinced of that, yet I had no intention of rejecting such a generous offer outright.

With a nod toward them, I said, "Alright then... Does that mean my assignment here wraps up?"

Rosalia slipped her hand beneath her skirt, rubbing it to and fro briefly before withdrawing it, fingers glistening with honey that she licked off in a seductive manner.

A moan escaped her lips as she fixed her begging eyes on me, "Won’t you consider joining us full-time, Miss Tera? Our employee perks are quite enticing, you see?"

Offering a wry grin, I replied, "Apologies, but I prefer not getting stuck in one spot indefinitely. Still, we’d gladly take on contract gigs if the compensation’s right."

"Mmm... What a pity... At least we locked in the deal for acquiring your ho-- Mmmnngghh!"

Freiderike rushed up abruptly, clamping her hand over Rosalia’s mouth while flashing me a grin, "Very well, we’ll reach out whenever we require your assistance again, Miss Tera."

Hmm? It seemed Rosalia was on the verge of blurting something out before Freiderike silenced her...

Well... Whatever it was, it probably wasn’t crucial, so I simply nodded to Freiderike, "I eagerly await our next collaboration."

Exiting the research facility, I extended my arms skyward, releasing a gentle groan while loosening my taut muscles.

The Verlandi stood fully repaired and pristine once more, Ries had obtained every material she desired, and our agreement with this firm was now formally concluded.

Soon, they’d slot our custom Exo-Knights into production, and per their words, deliver them directly to me upon completion.

I remained uncertain about the fallout between Anthony and Theresa, but since Theresa kept visiting me solely for intimate encounters post-incident... I suspected their relationship had ended.

Neither appeared bothered, and it hadn’t disrupted their duties noticeably, so I stayed silent on the matter.

Theresa felt genuine sorrow over my departure, yet refrained from urging me to remain—unless her ramping up our bedroom sessions counted as persuasion, naturally...

Well... I’d swapped contact info with her and the researchers too, so staying in touch remained entirely feasible.

For the moment, though... Other destinations awaited us.

Top priority involved transporting the turtle back to its intended destination.

Given its apparent illegality, I aimed to resolve that swiftly.

Following that, reporting to the military liaison for a shot at securing my Bio-Weapon license came next, which meant completing a series of tasks before eligibility kicked in.

Subsequently, a trip to the culinary institute awaited to claim my cooking certification.

Hmm... After arriving here, my schedule’s exploded with busyness, hasn’t it?

I headed back to the docking bay where The Iridescence sat anchored, strolling the corridors and greeting the handful of employees aware of my exit who bid me farewell warmly.

In truth, our stay hadn’t stretched long... Yet amid the whirlwind of incidents, it felt like ages had passed.

Boarding my vessel, Renata awaited as always to welcome me, sporting a yellow-haired variant of her form this time.

"Welcome home, Daddy! Dinner, bath, or... Do. You. Want. Me?"

I extended my hand to stroke her head, prompting a delightful squeak from my Eldritch maid.

"Where is the rest of the crew?" I inquired, sidestepping her prior offer.

Giggling, she responded, "Ehehehe~ Everyone’s gathered on the bridge for you, Daddy~ We’re primed for departure~"

Bending down, I planted a kiss on her before proceeding to the bridge, abandoning the yellow-haired Renata to her wriggling giggles.

Meanwhile... I disregarded how the Renata suit clinging to me brazenly fondled my breasts at that instant.

Traversing the well-known passages of my ship, I paused briefly to inspect the turtle nestled in the cargo hold’s corner, surrounded by meat remnants serving as its sustenance.

The creature looked perfectly happy staying put, so I steered clear and let it be.

Arriving at the bridge, I saw all my girls gathered there waiting for me, with Amber rushing forward to welcome me as I stepped inside.

"Oh~ There you are~ We were wondering if you'd chosen to stick around and fuck Theresa and those two researchers after all, abandoning the merc life entirely~"

"And abandon you girls too? No way in hell."

Amber ran her tongue over her lips, "Watch it~ That kind of talk might make me beg you to pin me down and ravish me right here~"

I planted a kiss on her that left her a flustered, adorable mess, then settled into the Captain’s chair.

"Everyone set?" I inquired.

Ries snapped a salute from her station nearby, "Ship's fully restocked, and the Verlandi is secured back in the hangar, Boss! We're good to launch!"

"What about our contact?"

Yumiko swiveled from the comms console toward me, "We can reach them whenever, Mistress. Should I connect?"

I gave her a nod to proceed, and she activated her console, pulling up a screen before me to show the call going out.

The line rang several times until a young man in what appeared to be a crisp white naval uniform picked up.

He glanced at me and cut in before I could speak, "You're the one Miss Rosalia and Miss Frederike recommended? Miss... Tera? That's you, right?"

I confirmed with a nod, "Correct. And who might you be?"

"Major Dylan Morath, Logistics Officer with the United Terran Space Navy. They sent you my way because you've got a knack for handling tough jobs, I hear?"

"I guess so?"

He glanced aside, likely pulling up my info or similar, falling quiet for a moment.

My hunch proved spot on when his eyes widened a bit before he faced me again.

"Ah, got it now. Thrilled that the Merc who soloed a Pirate Lord is willing to assist us. No surprise they tapped such top-tier contacts."

I’m not sure about connections—I'm just the guy who was in the right place at the right time and happened to be sleeping with them...

More surprised they even know this dude, honestly...

Dylan inclined his head toward me, "Did they brief you on the tasks ahead?"

"Not in detail. I'm mainly here to snag a Bio-Weapon License."

He furrowed his brow, "Huh? Hold on... That's your reason for coming?"

I blinked in surprise, "Yeah? Didn't they mention it?"

"Why on earth do you need that license? What's your plan for it?"

"Well... I want a dog?"

"Why the hell would you want something that hazardous-- Oh... Right, apologies. Forgot you're a Merc. Yeah, that tracks. They didn't loop me in on that part."

"So... can you hook me up?"

"Absolutely. Handle the jobs I've got lined up, and it'll come as part of the deal. They said you could tackle stuff regular folks can't, so I figured you'd be after military ties. That clears up a few things for me..."

"You won't make me go through a ton of red tape just for this, will you?"

"Sadly, a few tasks are required upfront before I can process it. No sweat though—they instructed me to streamline it for you. Details incoming shortly. Eager to team up."

"Same here."

I cut the connection, and the screen vanished.

Alright~ Let's get to it, girls~