Log 011

Log 011

Author: Rinas Rylos
Rank: Sol-You know what? Fuck it.
I can't do it today.

Relapsed today, just before the shuttle to go visit my doc's family left. Flashbacked to how it all began, how it all started. Just sat in my bed all day. Doc called, I didn't answer. Couldn't do much more than just wait it out, really.

There isn't a simulation available that prepares you for the hell you get thrown into, despite what the Gallente believe. All their training for what I was told to do barely helped. Some of the other recruits were more seasoned than me, more used to the violence and the blood and the bullets. They did better than me at first. Me? I...I was a petty crook in the Gallentean Federation that stuck her nose in where it didn't belong. Wound up being left holding the bag after a botched hit on some visiting dignitary that pissed off the wrong people. Of course they'd fuck me over, I was the bottom rung, the expendable of the expendable. All things considered, they probably thought I'd be executed or tossed onto a capsuleer's vessal or some other bullshit. There are days where I wish I had.

Gallente had recently gotten its hands on the new tech that let people become immortal, but they were short volunteers and were hesitant to pluck too many people from their standing army. That's what I was told when I asked about it, anyway. I'm not sure if it's true, and it's been so long now I don't even give a fuck. Anyway, I was taken out of jail and thrown into some secret hospital, where they decided I'd be a test soldier for this new groundbreaking technology. I don't know exactly how long the surgery took, or my recovery, all I remember is waking up and being moved out of a hospital bed for the first time in forever, then being moved to another room and getting shot in the head.

Next thing I knew, I was in a somewhat similar facsimile of my body, naked with the glass side of a giant tube being pulled out from in front of me. I died four more times that day, just to ensure that there wasn't a fuckup in the process. On the sixth body they handcuffed me and brought me to another room, only instead of another bullet I was told that I was one of the first cases of a successful immortal, outside of those pricks in space.  They said that I had a choice to either use this new gift for the benefit of the federation, or they could rip the implant out of my head and leave me to die for real. If I were lucky, they said, they'd sedate me first.

That's how I wound up being in one of the first platoons of Gallente's new miracle soldiers.

-End Log.