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

Chapter 7: A Short Chat With Station Master Marten

Well… Itʼs not space slop but itʼs something akin to gruel I guess…

When I told Marten that I was feeling a little peckish, he brought me to what I assume was the stationʼs mess for me to eat.

It honestly looked like some kind of unprocessed meat paste dumped on a tray but surprisingly, it did not taste as bad as it looks.

Still, I donʼt think I want to know how they made this.

Marten was kind enough to sit with me and let me ask questions about the station, so I found out that the people working on this station was actually really small.

”Thereʼs only thirty people here?” I asked.

He nodded, ”Weʼve only been in operation for a short while and most of the things here are automated anyway. All the miners need to do is fly out of the station with their mining ships, hover above the planet and drop a gas mining cord down to start gathering the helium gas.”

”Sounds simple enough,” I noted.

”Looks that way, but get too close to the planet or be unlucky enough to be caught in a storm? Your entire ship is getting sucked down into the planet and youʼre not coming back up.”

Ah. Well that certainly sucks.

He continued, ”Anyway, they will return with the gas mined to the station where we will store it and wait for a transporter to come and transport it away to a processing station. They would also be the one to deliver our supplies which Iʼm hoping the pirates wonʼt touch.”

”Right, and when is this transporter coming again?”

”If things are still on schedule, probably anytime tomorrow or the day after in Standard Hours.”

”Standard Hours?”

”Ah, thatʼs the time that everyone follows when weʼre out in space. Itʼs just Earthʼs time or how they count the time on Earth. Something about human beings being sentimental or whatever. There was quite a debate back then about what we should use as the standard time and we ended up just going with this one. Some of the other races werenʼt too happy but well, we all got used to it.”

”Wait, wait… Thereʼs other races?” I gasped.

”Oh man… You really got your head messed up pretty bad I see… I assume you donʼt even remember the Great Divide? No? Yeah… Iʼm no historian and I frankly donʼt give two shits about it so if you want to know, Iʼd recommend visiting an archive to learn about all that if youʼre interested in learning about it.”

”And… Err… Where can I find an archive?”

”Most Orbital Habitats should have one. Or any of the established planetary cities at least. Have you checked the map youʼve downloaded yet?”

I shook my head.

I already downloaded their map data into my Codex just now but Iʼve yet to actually take a look at it yet.

He hummed, ”Well I think the closest major habitat would be the Theeve Orbital Habitat so if you want to, that could be your first stop if youʼre leaving after this.”

”Right, Iʼll keep that in mind. So what other races are there?”

”Well… The first one I would tell you about are the Inucanis since even I know that they were the first race that we humans encountered and are, arguably, the ones who get along best with us. Although I suppose the Maochattes would disagree with that statement.”

”What do they look like?”

”Well heck, Inucanis basically just look like us except they have lupine shaped ears and tails. Itʼs the same for Maochattes except theirs are feline shaped.”

…

Waaaaaait…

Doesnʼt this meant they are just cat and dog eared people?!!

I have to make sure of something first…

”Their faces… Err… Are they also human shaped? And do they have human hands?”

”Ah, thereʼs some kind of subspecies thing or something where a few of them might have paws or a snout, but majority of them have the same type of face and limbs as us humans.”

Oh wow… Do you know what this means? Cat girls/boys and dog girls/boys exist!!

This is the best universe ever!!

Come on, donʼt tell me you wouldnʼt come here just for that!! The chance of you meeting a cat girl back in the old World is basically zero percent! Over here itʼs actually more than zero!

”Are there any of them here right now?” I asked, barely hiding my excitement.

”Ah, unfortunately not. This place is UTG territory after all, so itʼs normal for there to only be humans around here.”

Another term came up that I donʼt know I see…

He raised an eyebrow at me, ”Are you going to ask me what the UTG is?”

I nodded slowly and he sighed.

”United Terran Government, which is just a fancy way of calling Humans if you ask me but hey, Iʼm just a small station master on a Mining Station so what do I know?”

Ok, cool.

”I guess I shouldnʼt ask you about the whole history of how the United Terran Government came to be?” I joked.

He scoffed, ”Like I said, just go to an archive if youʼre interested. The only thing I can tell you about the UTG is that they are a bunch of assholes.”

”Let me guess… Taxes?”

”Thatʼs just one of them. If you go and read them up in the archive, you might find out what else they have done to make common folk like us hate them.”

Now Iʼm really interested in knowing more but I guess that will have to wait.

There was still one more thing I needed to know.

”So… How does one get a Mercenary licence?”

”Oh right, you donʼt have one. Actually, are you really sure you donʼt have one? Maybe if you go and check the Mercenary Guild, you might find something about your past if you were already registered as a Mercenary back then. Maybe you might even have some kind of history recorded about you.”

I highly doubt that is the case but I guess it was worth a shot?

In the game, there was no such thing as a Mercenary Guild but who knows, maybe my records were brought over from the game and into this universe?

He continued, ”Anyway, for your question about the licence, I canʼt really say for sure because I never tried to sign up as one. But I doubt it could be that hard considering the fact that thereʼs so many Mercenaries around and the ones Iʼve met before arenʼt really that… Shall we say, quick thinking? Yeah. So I donʼt think itʼs that hard to be one.”

Well, alright then. Maybe I just need to go to the guild and tell them I want to be one and then Iʼll become one.

Just as I was about to ask him where the closest Mercenary Guild was, someone came running into the room in a panic.

”Boss! Boss! Weʼve got a problem!!”

Marten scowled, ”What? Did Jerry break the pipe again?!”

”N… No… Err… Actually I think he may have but thatʼs not the problem! Pirates!”

Marten turned to look at me and I just stared back at him, doing my best not to say anything about him wishing the pirates wouldnʼt do anything before the patrol arrived.

He quickly got up from his seat and rushed out of the mess hall, following the first guy out.

Of course, I followed them as well, wondering if the pirates were here because of what I did. Was it because I subdued one of their ships and theyʼre here to take revenge?

We went into what I assume was some kind of communications room and the single wall sized screen was showing a ship that was floating in space. The distinct shape of a skull and crossbones could be seen painted on the side of the ship, leaving no questions as to their affiliation.

”What do they want?” Marten asked the guy who came to warn us.

He shrugged, ”I… I donʼt know. They did not send a message or anything. Theyʼre just staying within our sensor range so they should know that we know that theyʼre there.”

Marten narrowed his eyes at the screen, ”So theyʼre just floating there… Menacingly…”

”Boss?”

”Itʼs probably a threat, theyʼre announcing their presence to us and making us fear them.”

”But… Why would they do that, boss?”

”Iʼm going to bet that theyʼre going to return tomorrow or the day after with a larger force and demand our submission or something. They most likely want our station intact, maybe to serve as their forward base or something…”

”Then… What do we do?”

Marten turned to me, ”Tera, how confident are you in a dogfight?”

I thought for a moment, ”If the piratesʼ ships are similar to the one that I have captured, then I would say that I can safely engage five of them at the same time.”

He raised an eyebrow, ”That good?”

”I have a good ship.”

”Alright, in that case, could I trouble you to wait outside with your ship in case they attack us? I doubt they will attack us outright but just in case they do, we need all the help we can get. Iʼll even make this a formal request as a station master and pay you for it..”

”A Guild Request?”

”A formal Mercenary Request, basically. Yo.”

Sounds good to me, when do I start?