Log 024

Log 024

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: C.E.O.
-Corporation: Rinas' Raiders (R.R.A.S.)
-Date: 115.05.29

So, I really wish I could say that after my last entry, after going on and on about tactics and cooperation between mercs and whatnot, I decided to study a shitload about prior military engagements and that I applied it to my own maneuvers on the battlefield, leading me to dominate against superior odds even more than usual and carve out a name for myself against the myriad of mercenaries that are now on the market. It would be awesome if I could say that. The truth of the matter is that I wound up looking up old military engagements and wound up doing horribly. Not because the strategies and whatnot were shit, but because it struck me how at odds our tactics are against theirs. I zoned out for the rest of the day and did horribly, so much so that I think I actually lost ISK even using a few of the suits I've got the blueprints to make shit for myself.

Out here? On our battlefields? Death isn't shit. The whole thing...it's almost treated like...like it's a game. If someone loses a clone, that's a hit against our remaining clones, but even if they manage to use up the last one, that just means that'll pop back into their old body, no worse for the goddamned wear aside from maybe being irritated about losing. There's not nearly as much incentive to take cover, to preserve yourself unless either your equipment is expensive, you get caught up in the moment, you're actually fighting for one of the four empires and care about it, or...well, alright. So there's a lot of reasons to treat your clone body carefully, but that doesn't mean a lot of us do. Hell, even from my perspective it's just frustrating because time spent -dead- is time not spent killing.

Those guys? Total opposite mentality. Even though so many of them knew they were marching to their deaths across so many worlds, they didn't falter for a second. But most of them? Taking life wasn't half as important as saving it. Which isn't to say that they were killers all their own, just...compared to us? Their comrades were more than just warm bodies, more than just other assets on the battlefield. They were friends, comrades-in-arms and all that bullshit.

But maybe it just seems like such a difference in perspective because I'm not exactly friendly in the first place. I mean, yeah, there's Kaz...but aside from that, I can't really name anyone else on the battlefield. I could tell you the names of the first three tiers of light weaponry, but I'll be damned if I can remember the names of any of my fellow mercs outside of a single one. That's...really fucking depressing, now that I think on it. Guess that explains why my corp isn't exactly doing well, though.

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