Log 050

Log 050

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: C.E.O.
-Corp: Rinas' Raiders (R.R.A.S.)
-Date: 115.08.20

So, apparently the powers that be decided that us mercs just didn't have enough ways to kill each other. After coming back from my vacation, I've found myself on the receiving end of these new "combat" and "rail" rifles and let me tell you: That shit stings. With that said, it only took one contract before I combed the market for some of these newfangled murder machines for my own usage, and it wasn't long before I was out and about, murdering my way across battlefields (and usually being then murdered by those same damned guns) while almost marveling at how easily they tore through armor.

 While I'm at it, it was also nice to know that, no, I'm not the only one seeing tanks ramping off shit like the drivers are in fuckin' jihad jeeps. Not sure who decided to flood every tank ever with nitrous-oxide, but sweet christ I wish they'd stay still for three seconds. Between those and the fucking armor reps now built in to every single one of the giant bastards, it's a goddamned miracle if I can actually down one of the speedy shits. I'm half hoping Duoville or someone will develop a...shit, what do they call those things the flying space bastards use? A webifier, I think.Something to slow down the colossal metal fuckers so I can actually get a lock for more than a single volley from a swarm launcher, thanks.

In other news, it appears that someone is either trying to fuck with me, or has picked the worst person ever to share top secret government information with. See, the thing about being a result of a quasi-legal government experiment, taken from your incarceration to ostensibly die testing some bullshit implant for the sake of other, more capable people is that it leaves you:

A: Mildly pissed at your government, to put it lightly, and

B: Extremely curious about what exactly happened.

Back when the Gallentean government was still testing our sorry hides out, we were all given designations that were just a bunch of letters and numbers jumbled together, like we were...test subjects, which I guess we were. So while I learned a bit about my fellow lab rats, I don't even know if most of them are still alive. But, once the federation realized they needed me along with the other surviving people to show they could actually make immortals without either going through the capsuleer process or turning people fucking nuts like the Amarr did, they suddenly decided to start treating us like people again. They didn't tell us -shit- about each other, much less what they had done to us outside of its effects, however. Hell, I still don't even know the system where the fucking research station was that they conducted all this in.

Anyway, once the whole war business thing got started and the corporations started indirectly helping me gain independence from that conglomeration of dickheads that I'm supposed to call my government, I put out a few feelers with some of the cash I had laying around. I wasn't nearly as rich as I am now, much less savvy about how things work...up here, so for the most part it all pretty much petered out, and I just about forgot it entirely after my...episode.

So, you can imagine my surprise when someone sends me a shitload of documents concerning the experiments, along with evidence of their authenticity and claims that they'll help explain what exactly the fuck happened to me and all those other poor bastards. I guess someone must've found out I tried to find out more about the whole debacle and decided I was somehow worth all this crap. Mind you, I've still got the whole mess on a separate terminal to ensure that I don't open it up and find myself holding on to a massive cache of Amarrian kiddy porn or Minmatar snuff films, but also because I'm only half-guessing that it's a shitload of documents. Yeah, all the shit is encrypted out the wing-wong, and while I'm quite adept at raining down destruction upon my fellow man, slicing through crap like this is something else altogether. So I'm reaching out to a few contacts I've made through mutual merc acquaintances and hoping they'll be able to do something with all this crap.

 With any luck (and a shitload of ISK), I should have something to show within the next few days. Not sure exactly what, but assuming mister or missus mystery provider isn't bullshitting me, then things could get very interesting.