Log 05X-8

Log 05X-8

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: C.E.O.
-Corporation: Rinas' Raiders
-Date: 117.04.22.

Hey Journal. Sorry about how heavy things got. But I guess that's kind of inevitable; You can't go back and recount what fucked you up in the head so hard and not feel the edges of yourself shudder at the memories. Besides, with the end so close in sight, now isn't really the time for looking back, right?

At least, that's the attitude I'm trying to take. It figures that the closer to the end of this lifestyle I get, the more nostalgic I become despite the fact that I have neither the time nor the energy to dwell on my past screw ups. Especially since most of the technical shit has been taken care of. I've got enough money stored up to keep myself well-stocked on the battlefield, while the rest of it is stored in a variety of dummy corporations, some shady businesses that are all owned by about three people I know personally, or have their records stored in various data chips I've placed within several drop points, to be delivered to me at a later date. It's been extremely arduous doing all of this, and I'd be lying if I said even a tenth of it was legit, but at this point I'm long past caring. If I leave a single damned ISK or shred of evidence laying around, it could start a trail leading back to me, and I'm determined not to give the government that much of a chance. Of course, there's a halfway chance they've already caught wind of my schemes, and the day I intend on leaving there'll be a Gallentean special ops squad waiting outside my apartment door to escort me...somewhere, probably not a nice somewhere.

Actually, now that I think on it, the chances of that might be more slim than I thought. Word on the grapevine is that the whole immortal merc business is going under, which isn't exactly...surprising. I can't begin to imagine the amount of money spent on our services (not to mention custom weapons, dropsuits, equipment, etc,) made anyone besides manufacturers a whole lot of money. I don't know if everyone's gotten a heads-up yet, but apparently the four empires have made their decisions on the matter. Even the officials low enough on the totem poles to be bribed apparently have been talking to anyone who'll flash enough cash about how now is the time to be getting out of the merc market. Equipment suppliers are still selling, but I'm more than willing to bet that's just them finishing up their contracts. Once they've made enough, or past a certain date, I'm pretty sure they're dropping our asses like so much chaff on a radar. I dunno who finally decided that enough was enough (probably a bunch of assholes in a board room somewhere) but at least I made the right decision to get while the getting is good. Or not as bad as it's going to be soon, anyway, given that the value of a lot of these weapons are going to drop once it comes to light that we're not going to be an officially recognized industry anymore, so corporations won't actually be allowed to utilize us in droves just to take over a few acres of mining equipment for five fucking minutes. I imagine they'll still be available to sell to private citizens, and of course the gangs are always going to want yet more armaments to throw against...everyone, really. Banditry cannot be a fun job when you're flying through space and going up against people who can track you down and murder you AFTER you've already blown them up, not to mention that there's four giant ass empires along with CONCORD breathing down your necks the whole damn time.

But it's an end, all the same. They brought us up to become a commodity, a business, and apparently that business wasn't doing too well, since it's not so much a matter of time concerning when they're getting rid of us, but when. The official date is sketchy, but given how quickly people seem to be moving, I can't say I'm not a little glad I'm getting out when I am. I wanted to write more for this entry, but looking back on everyone and everything, it's kinda hard to really put it all into words. I wasn't exactly the most descriptive, well-written bitch out there before I began killing people for a living, and even writing this has only done so much to expand my vocabulary. I guess I'll give it some thought.

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