Log 025

Log 025

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: C.E.O.
-Corporation: Rinas' Raiders (R.R.A.S.)
-Date: 115.05.30

Well ho-lee shit. Apparently about two hundred or so of the first generation of mercs which were previously under control of the Amarr have been green-lit to be hunted, with a bounty in the millions of ISK for whomever can kill three of them or...something. I dunno, I was tired last night, and I haven't checked the notice again. The message came in just as I was about to sleep last night, and a quick check of the com channels showed that they had fucking exploded. Apparently the idea of huge amounts of cash for what is technically very little work is just a little appealing to us. Who knew.

Poor bastards. We've all heard the tales of what the first generation of implants did to them. Mental degradation on a scale that was too fucked up even for the Amarr, though not so much that they the Empress wouldn't take them for her personal guard. Took 'em a while to fine-tune the tech to the point where it wouldn't turn us into crazed husks of normal people after the surgery, though even now the sensations that come with getting shot in the fucking head and getting back up in another body still take some getting used to, and I'm proof positive that they don't guard against any previous mental instability. Anyway, to have to deal with all that, in addition to being hunted by every money-grubbing bastard with a cheap rifle and an even cheaper suit? Whew. Can't say I envy them, though an ex-Amarrian merc told me that they're still packing some serious firepower that the Empress gave them in the first place, so maybe they've got a chance.

Personally, I can't say I'm getting too riled up about it. Something about acting as a bounty hunter for the Amarr, attempting to gun down mentally unstable people just kinda rubs me the wrong way, regardless of how much money they're paying for it. Not that I won't shoot back if they try to kill me, but I'm not going to specifically be gunning for them if I find one either. I might be a money-hoarding bitch, but I've still got -some- standards.

Speaking of standards, I can safely say I dipped below mine in regards to K/D ratio during yesterday's contracts. For the life of me, I just couldn't fucking drop anyone without getting offed myself. I'm not sure why I was so off, but it was though I couldn't get a bead on anyone or anything, and when I did I snuffed it not too long after. Also finally dropped some cash on a few forge guns, along with some shield boosters to make up for the one craptastic heavy blueprint I've got. Haven't taken it out yet, but at least the option is there if a situation calls for 'em. I suppose I could start training in them to actually use a half-decent suit, but...one thing at a time, y'know? Still haven't used the shipment of flaylock pistols I've got (which I imagine is beginning to collect a shitload of dust in a warehouse somewhere) and after giving the guns a second chance, I've come to realize that plasma launchers wreck shit against slower targets, but I've better be part of a team or group or squad or some shit, as against a regular merc I'm definitely at a disadvantage.

Got a call from the family today. Apparently there were a few hangups surrounding the last cash transfer I sent planetside. ISK used to be a bitch to exchange for other currencies, but a few orbital drops and a lot of "accidental" explosions near ships full of bureaucrats by capsuleers cleared that shit up pretty quick, which is why I think someone might've been trying to skim a bit off the top. Couldn't follow the trail of the old transfer, but I sent another one right after the call, looking over the steps of the transfer while it happened. Incidentally, I also dropped them an email reminding them that the person sending this was an undying mercenary trained to use number of different weapons, all of them capable of killing an unarmored person in less than a second.

There weren't any problems this time.

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