Log 042

Log 042

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: C.E.O.
-Corporation: Rinas' Raiders (R.R.A.S)
-Date: 115.07.31

Holy fuck battles have been one-sided lately. I'm not sure if it's just because some groups have finally gotten their shit together or what, but one way or another I just seem to tag along for curb stomps these days, whether I'm on the actual winning side or not. It's a little sad, if I'm being honest; Used to feel like I could have an impact on a battlefield, but now it's as though I either just manage to make it not -quite- a crushing defeat as it could be, or give the inevitable avalanche of murder an extra speed boost. I know I get paid either way but the whole "crushing defeat" thing does leave me rather grateful that I keep a few cheap outfits on hand just so getting shot or blown up or fucking whatever isn't all that expensive.

Speaking of the sensation of getting shot, I got a surprise visit by Chime the other day! That was...well, it was nice to have someone visit me for a change of pace, at least. Haven't had anyone over since Doc visited a few months back. It's still kind of strange seeing her all chatty when I can think back to not too long ago and remember when I couldn't get more than two words out of her at time. Either she's clamped up tight or talking like she'll die if doesn't, this girl doesn't seem to do things by halves. That said, it was nice to have someone hug me as though it were the most natural thing in the world, not to mention that I didn't have to look down on her. Literally, I mean, we're the same fuckin' height. These merc bodies seem to be taller than damn near everyone else, so it was nice to be able to look her in the eye without having to peer down at her.

After settling down with some coffee and making sure I didn't have anything immediately scheduled for the day, we talked each others ears off for what seemed like forever. By which I mean she talked my ear off for what seemed like forever. To a bit of my surprise, she was also rather competent on the battlefield, or at least her stories about it made her sound better than I thought she would. Usually, she said, she was in more of a support role, shotgun off to the side as she doled out armor repair and ammo, though once in a while she'd bust out the sniper rifle and practice her aiming if the clone ratios seemed decisive enough that it wasn't necessary. I gave her the specs of my anti-armor suit which she promised to try out, along with showing her a few vantage points to use for when she decides to practice her sniping.

We chatted about a bunch of other shit too, mostly mocking Gallente celebrities and giving me a chance to educate her a bit more about the other empires. Apparently she hadn't really been taught too much about anyone else besides the Caldari, so learning that there is more to the Amarr besides them being a bunch of crazy religious nuts and that the Minmatar have more to them besides making everything out of spit and prayer was a bit of an eye-opener for her, not to mention she barely knew who the Jove were. Actually, I don't know much about the Jove either, aside from hearing about how they once kicked the shit out of the Amarr right before the Minmatarr got in on the "beating religious ass wholesale" thing. Still, the privilege that comes from being so rich you don't have to care about other cultures was a curious thing to behold. I was never that rich, or at least I wasn't until I started killing people for money at which point it was a little too late, but...well, you learn about other cultures whether you want to or not when you're only a few runs below the bottom, mainly about their own attitudes toward criminal activity. Necessity breeds education when it comes to learning how to survive.

Anyway, it was nice to have such a casual conversation with another female merc, even if about eighty percent of its entirety was Chime talking. Not too many gals walking around murdering people for cash, or at least not too many of them that have implants that make them immortal and get contracted to do it by various organizations and businesses. It isn't as though chatting with regular civilians is awkward, but even at their most relaxed a lot of folks tense up when the topic of my occupation comes up. Not that I blame them, odds are I wouldn't have been too receptive if I were on the other side of discussing whatever with an immortal mercenary either, but it's still a little disheartening sometimes. Chime doesn't give two shits aside from taking the occasional tip and recounting her own contracts, or at least that was what I originally thought up until I actually contemplated her visit for more than three seconds. I didn't really notice it until I thought about her trip today, but there were a few signs that she isn't totally over the whole occupation swap just yet. A hug that lasted a little too long, a bit of a desperate note in her voice when she mentioned her contracts, her cup of coffee shaking (though that might've just been the caffeine) were all a bit of tip off... I guess this shit doesn't just go away, but given that I'm still seeing the Doc I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised. Ah well, I'll be glad to help her where I can, and pass her off the people far more qualified than me to do so when I can't.

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