Log 019

Log 019

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: Soldier
-Corporation: Hostile Acquisitions Inc. (H.A.I.)
-Date: 115.05.14

....Well.

I've been struggling for some way to fully epitomize just how much the veritable shit has hit the fan today, but I find myself lacking the eloquence to describe the interstellar Pandora's Box that's been opened. So I guess it'd just be easier to say that, holy shit, things are about to get a lot more bloody.

To be a bit more specific, the limitations on mercs owning land and factories was lifted today, and the more prominent merc corps went apeshit in a landgrab, snatching up anything and everything they could afford. The entire damn thing was over before I even woke up this  day cycle, but I've got a feeling that soon enough there's going to be more rivalries between mercs than I could count. Lord knows we already barely get along in the first place, but to have a chance to actually wage war on each other? To call it a clusterfuck in the making isn't going to do it justice. But hey! That's why I'm here. I thought I was getting rich off people's proxy wars before, but business looks like it's about to be a boomin', if I may say so myself. That said, I am curious about how long some of these ownerships will last, one way or another.

Speaking of colossal groups of idiots fighting over petty bullshit, it appears the four major empires have finally dropped the pretense of subtlety, as I've started seeing loads more contracts from all four of them, just ripe for the taking. Between the merc corps finally going at it and the empires bickering like children, I don't think I've seen this much work since....ever, actually. I know it's bad of me to take some pleasure from all this fighting, but the truth of the matter is that this is exactly the kind of situation where a gal like me would thrive. Conflict begets contracts like a Gallentean hooker spreads STDs....annnd I just realized I compared my livelihood to an STD. Point still stands, though! I'm just a merc, not a hero; If these people want to pay me to shoot other immortals in the face, then so be it.

When it comes to shooting people in the face, some new options were open on the market today. Flaylock pistols were one of them, looking to be what were essentially tiny grenade launchers. I ordered a crate, but forgot to assign them to a dropsuit before I did my round of contracts today, so I guess I'll save that for tomorrow. Next up were scrambler rifles, which were an odd combination of laser and assault rifles. I could either shoot regular laser shots from them or charge the gun for a bigger blast, though after some simple testing it became apparent that overheating was an issue. Ah well, perhaps the better versions aren't so bad about it. Last up were the plasma cannons, which I literally ordered a shitload of before Kaz just so happened to mention that he'd tried them out and were shit squared. Thanks, Kazu.

All things considered, as major as most of the changes in New Eden were today, there wasn't a whole lot that affected me, personally. My corp didn't go on a crazed landgrab, most of the people are still using assault rifles and HMGs, and I still went out there and kicked some ass. Not as much ass, admittedly, but I think everyone is entitled to an off-day once or twice, ya know? Still, I imagine my news feed will be a damn sight more interesting from now on, and I'm curious about how well corps will be paying for my help in keeping their territories and shit.

-End Log.