Log 006

Log 006

-Author:Rinas Rylas
-Rank: Soldier
-Corporation: Hostile Acquisition Inc. (H.A.I.)
-Date: 115.04.13

Not quite a wash on the battlefield today. Screwed over harder than an Amarr choir boy until I finally decided to join up with some folks from the corp. Totally turned things around, and by god it was delicious. It was like I went from using shit weapons and gear to stuff fresh from weapon developer's labs. It's always a nice turnaround to go from being dead on arrival to whipping more ass than a dominatrix.

I like to think that I'm a jack of all trades on the battlefield, but the truth of the matter is that I'm total shit against vehicles. My training with anti-armor weaponry is fuck all, and my skill at driving anything faster than a tank is pathetic. And don't even get me started on my piloting skills...

At, uh, any rate, aside from my atrocious track record with vehicles, I'm decent at just about everything else. Laser rifles? Decent. Assault rifles? Yep. Sniper rifles? Fuck yeah. Heavier weapons...eh, I could use some more training, but that's what I keep Kaz around for. Heavy suits require a lot more training and modules than I've trained for, but there's some cheap yet decent equipment for just about everything else, so it checks out.

Speaking of Kazu, he once again proved why I keep him around today. Heavy armor and HMGs might be all he's good at, but by god is he good with them. Numerous times I almost felt bad for the poor bastards trying to deal with him, right up until they switched targets and began shooting at me, anyway. Not that killing me would save their asses any more than surrendering would, but at least they'd get a kill that way. Or they think they would, heh.

Apologies for the short entry tonight Diary, but it's been a loooong day, and my trigger finger is tired as hell. I'll make up for it tomorrow, however.

-End Log.