Log 009

Log 009

-Author: Rinas Rylas
-Rank: Soldier
-Corporation: Hostile Acquisitions Inc (H.A.I.)
-Date: 115.04.26

Apologies, diary. Tempers in the Gallente Federation and the Amarr Empire have been rising lately, making transportation of any kind a real bitch. Against my better judgement I decided to move to a station that'll help ease transport times for contracts. It's also a little closer to my therapist, so that's pretty cool too. You'd think they'd be making some exceptions regarding transport for the immortal motherfuckers that are fighting their proxy wars, but even before I became a merc it was pretty fuckin' obvious that the only people involved in the bureaucracy are the kind of idiots who have no business there anyway.

Battles have become kind of...monotonous? Is that the word? Maybe routine would fit it better. Everyone seems to be falling into their roles instead of trying out new shit. You'd think that being able to spontaneously fucking transfer to a new body at the time of death might inspire some creativity, but eh. I suppose I'm a little guilty of that myself, though I think it's fair to point out that my niche is that I've got fingers in just about every pie aside from piloting and anti-armor anyway. The soldier that can't adapt is the one that dies, I think, which is a pretty pointless saying when death is meaningless, but time spent dying isn't spent killing, so it still holds -some- weight.

Kazu mentioned it to me, and I saw a couple stupid propaganda vids that reminded me that before now, war used to be something...terrible. Something bad. Before us, when people died then that was it, whether it was high up in space or down on the ground with the rest of us peons, death was death. Then came the capsuleers, and suddenly the entire binary of life/death was turned on its head. For a precious few, it was less something to be feared, and more an inconvenience. Now with the advent of us, it's less an inconvenience and more...costly. Not that it isn't for the boys and girls in their little pods spaceside, but the entire dynamic of life and death almost feels like it's turned into a business here. War might still be about ideals or land or some other bullshit for other people, but for us...it's just a business.

I know I've mentioned this before, but it seems more sad now to me than it used to be. War isn't supposed to be glamorous, or beautiful, or anything actually positive, but it was at least supposed to be for a greater good. War for fun and profit just feels so...wasted. A waste of resources, a waste of time, and a waste of life, even when you've got an eternal amount to spare.

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