Log 040

Log 040

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: C.E.O.
-Corporation: Rinas' Raiders
-Date: 115.07.27

Whew, talk about slacking off. Sorry it's been so long diary, but between battling, talking with Chime, Kazu, Doc, and all sorts of other shit I've barely had the energy to drag myself into bed each night, much less punch out a few words on here. Thankfully, things have slowed down a little bit, so I figured I should get off my lazy ass and try to pretend that it hasn't been nearly a month since I last wrote anything. That said, if nothing else I've at least got a lot of stuff to chat about.

So! Shit's changed in the past month or so. Not a lot, but enough to make it worth writing about. More and more areas, plants, factories, etc, have opened up to be disputed by various factions and companies, ensuring that myself and others have been trekking across loads of new planets and some areas that were off-limits on the same ones 'til now. Maybe it's just been chance, but I've been noticing a lot more snow in some of the new contracted lands that I've headed out to, though despite my reservations it doesn't seem to fuck with anyone's gear like I thought it would. Still pretty much the same in the suits too, despite me thinking the cold might actually be able to penetrate the layers of armor. Then again, it might actually be able to affect scout suits, but I haven't actually worn one in the more chilly places, so I guess that's something to test if I can actually remember to do so.

Chime has kind of taken a U-turn in how we used to interact. Before I managed to break through to her, she was as silent as I like to think I am before I shoot someone in the back with a shotgun. Now she'll talk my ear off given half a chance, though I'll admit it took a bit more conversing to really get her to open up properly, and for the first week afterwards there weren't many conversations we had that didn't end with her crying on the com, though given her situation I suppose I can kinda see where she's coming from. Apparently she used to be a part of the Intaki upper crust 'til she got framed for a crime she didn't commit (sound familiar?), and given her status amongst those poncy-ass jackasses, they couldn't simply execute the poor thing. Turning her into a mercenary was apparently the best her family could manage. Well, that and ensuring she started off with some fucking sweet gear.

Still, going from rich nobility girl who barely has to lift a finger to suddenly being "gifted" with an implant, a shitload of equipment designed to kill people, and barely any training before being told to make her way out on her own? I'd probably go whacked out in the head too. I mean, I did go whacked out in the head, but...uh...anyway, she's kind of latched onto me for emotional support, I suppose because I was the first person to actually say I knew what was going on in her head and back it up. Not that I mind, but it took a while for my explanation that calling me in the middle of the night just to chat wasn't alright unless armed gunmen had burst into her apartment, and even then she could probably take care of them herself by this point. Probably.

Anyway, I'll admit that it's kind of nice to have a female mercenary friend. Not that I haven't dealt with female mercs before, but generally it's been more businesslike than anything resembling kinship, and I can hardly blame them. Just because we're both women doesn't mean we share any common interests, and even if we did, actually discussing it in front of those slack-jawed male mercs would just invite all sorts of comments and ridicule. Doesn't matter that I've been at this longer than most of their green little asses, or that I've killed more people than they've likely met, all it takes is a slight display of femininity and suddenly out comes the fucking chauvinism. Pricks. I don't revive or heal the particularly bad ones, either. Is that petty and a poor display of common sense on a battlefield? Sure, but it isn't like any of us is permanently dead anyways. I'll act professional when I've got a reason to, and petulant when they're being shits.

Anyway, it's late and I need to rest up for tomorrow's contracts. Here's to actually writing in you again!

-End Log