Log 036

Log 036

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: C.E.O.
-Corporation: Rinas' Raiders (R.R.A.S.)
-Date: 115.06.25

Been a rather hectic couple of days. More contracts than you can shake a flaylock at, to the point where I almost ran out of (good) dropsuits a couple times, just because I kept going from one battle to another. I imagine the amount of weaponry and equipment I left on so many different worlds would've fetched a pretty penny if I weren't such a cheap bitch. I'm all for busting out the proto gear once in a while, but it just doesn't seem worth it to use more than one or two per contract. And those folk that decide to bust out tanks and airshops for random-ass matches? Pff. I like to think that by switching to a swarm launcher, I'm doing them a service; Namely, showing them that it's a bad idea to bust out the expensive toys for a paycheck that will almost undoubtedly not recoup the loss AND leave you with a decently-sized profit should you lose, and odds are that they -will- lose it, especially if they've forgotten to outfit it and I'm on the opposing team.

It occurred to me the other night, roughly about ten seconds before I fell asleep, that I didn't know why other mercs fought. I know why I fight, because it's A: What I'm good at, and B: Pretty fucking lucrative. Truth be told, it almost seems criminal sometimes just how much I'm paid, but that's a topic for another time. I suit up with loads of another mercs from all across New Eden, each of them fighting for reasons of their own. I'm sure a number of them are like me, doing it because the only way to be even richer is to be a capsuleer and fuck that noise, but it still gives me pause, in the moments before we throw ourselves into another pointless bloodbath, that I wonder what else everyone takes from it?

I can say I'm just in it for the money, and on a superficial level that's pretty true, but at this point I'm pretty much chained to the whole gore-stained cycle of tech and shootouts as the those bastards in the sky are to their...well, capsules. I don't -have- any other useful skills, something I could live off of, besides my aiming ability and the capacity for critical thinking under fire. So while I can wax philosophic about the pointlessness of it, I'm as bound to the bodies I shoot as they are to the dropsuits they're enclosed in. But am I alone in this? Do any of the others think about how we've gotten to the point where killing for a paycheck just seems as normal as a miner clocking into work? Even if they do, do they care? Or am I just pointlessly pondering shit that others idly think about as well, only to discard it the second an enemy blip appears on their radar?

Ethics is hard.

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