Log 010

Log 010

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: Soldier
-Corporation: Hostile Acquisitions Inc. (H.A.I.)
-Date: 115.04.27

Got my new apartment today. It, uh...pretty much looks the exact same as my old one, minus...actually, no, it's pretty much the exact same. I guess whomever made this station was the same company that made my old one, 'cause the only thing that's really different besides the people is the view. Even most of the vending machines are the same, which was a bit of a relief. Saves me the trouble of having to find another coffee machine or having to make a new route for my morning walk, though sadly my favorite snack vending machine has been replaced by damn tea one.

Had a chat with some of the corp's officers the other day, inquired about helping train some of the other mercs. As long as I'm going to be going into battle with these bumblefucks, I figure I might as well help keep their sorry asses from dying quite as much. They've already got someone training these sad excuses for soldiers, but they said they'll consider it, so...woo. I'm honestly not sure how good of a teacher I am, and considering the students I'll have to work with it seems like an uphill battle, but if I can manage to teach at least one of these poor bastards how to not die then I suppose it'll be worth it. After my last round of contracts today I began to consider what to teach. It's a hard balance to find between what I should be teaching and what they should know already but I'll probably be teaching anyway.

Speaking of contracts, I plunked down roughly one million ISK today to keep fighting the good fight, by which I mean not going out dressed like a space hobo. Shotguns, assault rifles, dropsuits, etc. It's an interesting contrast that for a few paltry ISK I've got living quarters until the heat death of the universe, but a crate full of tools of death and destruction cost me more than the entire salary of a planetary governor. Given their continual bleatings about what a danger I am (not personally, but mercs as a whole) and their complete obliviousness to the fact that the bosses of their bosses' boss are the ones who are hiring me, it almost seems kind of pathetic. My therapist says the continued reliance on capsuleers and mercs for territorial disputes rather than anything resembling the ridiculous bureaucracy that they're used for is rendering them slowly obsolete, and their campaigns against us are some kind of petty revenge against us. Given that I don't think there's too many jobs with as much security as mine right now, I'm honestly not that worried either way. If they want to bitch, then let 'em bitch.

Scheduled a day off for myself tomorrow to go visit my therapist and his family. I asked if it was alright with him, and he said that it'd be fine, though he'd be gone during the afternoon for a couple patients, so...I guess that's something to look forward to. At any rate, the night cycle is approaching, so I'm gonna catch some sleep while I can.

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