Log 046

Log 046

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: C.E.O.
-Corporation: Rinas' Raiders (R.R.A.S.)
-Date: 115.08.010

There's a certain amount of irritation that comes from thinking about shit too much, similar to what I've recently experienced as I realized that mercenaries currently have it pretty good when it comes to the weapon and armor market. The big-name businesses like Ishukone and its ilk that might not exactly be able to decide just how powerful they want their shit to be, but if nothing else their price is....mostly reasonable. I'm not shelling out thousands in ISK for what could ostensibly be crap without at least knowing the specs for the gear. Thing is, the word on the web is that the capsuleers are aiming to try and muscle in on the market at some point, which, well...call me skeptical, but having the flying space bastards decide just how much a crate of mass drivers costs is not something I can say I'm looking forward to. Maybe it's my prejudice against insatiable flying deathmongers talking, but seeing what they do to themselves up there (along with the occasional incursion down here in the form of an OB) doesn't exactly endear me to their involvement on our market.

Speaking of shit I don't look forward to, I got a call from my family today. Sort of. I've never really explained my family, so I guess now is better than never. Three younger siblings along with myself make up the bulk of the Rylos family, annnnd that's about it. My mother died giving birth to the twin girls, Ryla and Riko, so it's pretty much been on me to keep us all from falling apart. If my grandparents are still alive, no one has decided to tell me about 'em, and they sure as hell haven't made themselves known either. My father...well, to put it bluntly, he's a drunken jackass that skipped town once my brother, Rilan (sensing a theme here?) was born. Rinas, Rilan, Ryla, and Riko Rylos. Try saying that ten times fast. While being shot at.

Anyway, the whole "being a dickhead that left his family bit" meant I didn't encounter the old prick until I was already in my teens, a couple years after the twins were born. Claimed all kinds of bullshit about having had a change of heart, gotten his head together, straight and narrow, etc. 'Course, once he saw that the Rylos family was down one mother and up two more kids he promptly took off again. Asshole.

It hasn't been easy keeping everyone alive and sane, I'll admit. The government helped out a little with food and other shit, and I took any job that kept my boots on the ground, or at least in orbit, in order to help feed, clothe, and otherwise keep the four of us alive. Ril wanted to help sometimes, but I told him that if he ever ditched school for work like I did that I'd beat the hell out of him. Made good on that a couple times, too. I love him to death, but...more than anyone else, he saw how shitty looking out for everyone was for me, and I think that guilted him more than he should let it, which is why he tried pulling shit like this.

At any rate, I'm getting off-track. Given that the three family members I've got that I like are happy, healthy, and reasonably safe, communication between us is usually brief and one-sided. It isn't that they don't like what I'm doing, so much as Rilan is the only one that knows and we've decided to keep it that way. I'm not totally sure what age makes you ready to learn your older sister murders people for a living, but we're both pretty confident it isn't 9. So for now, the twins just think I'm off doing...actually, I don't know what Ril told them, just that I'm alive and wish them the best, which is completely true. That said, when I get a call from under the Rylos name, who should it be but my dickhead father. Again. Apparently he'd fed Ril some bullshit sob story about wanting to apologize to me (again) over abandoning us (again) and that he me on the line he was wondering if I could spot him a bit of cash (new).

Now, I'm not the most easily amused gal in New Eden. Even before I became a mercenary I still had a pretty dark sense of humor. But the audacity of going back and asking your child for money, after years pretending her and her siblings didn't exist? I laughed, and I laughed hard. There was a cold, cruel tone to it that hadn't been there before, but somehow made it all the more wonderful to hear. I'd thrown my head back when I did it, but I still managed to catch the light leaving his face as his hope died. He wanted me to help him, after all this.

And yet, I didn't say no. Not immediately, at least. The sheer audacity of a such a request piqued my curiosity, so I told him I'd go groundside a couple a days and hear his reasoning for precisely why I should give some of my hard-earned funds to someone who'd fucked me over when I was five. Before he spoke up, I also added that if he wanted to explain -now-, my answer would've been no, one way or another. The mixture of reserved resentment and urgency on his face was delicious, but eventually he conceded, and we hashed out the details for my little planet excursion before I cut the call. I probably should've just told him no, but I'm due for a quick vacation and it'll be nice to see my actual family again as well. Ah well.

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