Log 001

Log 001

-Author: Rinas Rylos

-Rank: Soldier.

-Corporation: Soldiers of One Network (S.O.O.N.)

-Date: 115.04.08.

My therapist told me doing nothing besides fighting was a mistake, and suggested this, so...I guess, this will be a log of my battles and shit. Something to do besides sit around in between contracts, at least.

Five battles today. Two won. Not that it matters, we've all been hired and rehired by so many opposing factions at this point that the only real incentive is if you make up however much you decided to spend on the fight. I used to marvel at all the different environments we'd  be shipped off to, to fight and die on the behest of some ass-backwards organization that had enough cash to afford us. Not anymore. They're still pretty, I guess, but when you've got bullets whizzing by your head and tanks pounding the shit out of your squadmates you don't have much time to sit around and appreciate the arena where it's happening.

I suppose I should go into more detail about myself. Rylas Rinas, one of the wave of new mercenaries appearing all over New Eden. Ever since they discovered the technology, suddenly immortality wasn't just limited to those bastards up in space. Now it was limited to the few of us that could use said technology AND those bastards up in space, though it seems as though there's more of us mercs every day regardless. I've forgotten who originally recruited me, after about the hundredth clone transfer everything begins to just...blur, but I currently work for Soldiers of One Network. They're not the biggest corporation around, certainly not the deadliest or smartest, but they get the job done, and considering all there is these days is the job, that's about as much as I can ask for.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to accomplish with this, really. My entire livelihood is now dependent on how well I can dodge bullets and tankfire and give it back, and I'm supposed to write about...what, really? What latest hallucinogen is all the rage? The latest celebrity scandal in Gallente? Whatever religious bullshit the Amarr has suddenly decided to get a stick up their ass about? They don't get it. Not a single one. Even those fucking capsuleers are nuking shit for fun up there while I'm dying and being revived over and over. And it's not even for a good cause, though even if there was one I doubt it'd pay half as well. No. At this point, there's just the job and that's that.

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