Diary of Xelthon

Tony Parisi

Woohoo board: Men of Arms
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Subject: Object lesson
Author: Dark_Stalker

Author’s note: I sometimes worked with this guy, Xelthon. He was a burgunn, had bad rage, even for a merc. Even for a Burgunn Merc. Anyway, he died recently, thought I would post of his journal entries to show an object lesson in being a merc. As is the board’s rule for stuff like this, everything here is a direct quote. I left out any entries that weren’t that important, if you read the whole journal it might not be this… apparent. Anything in italics is my additions.

January 21st:

Went to talk to my psychiatrist today. **** courts saying that I need to see a psychiatrist… all cause I slipped up on stealth one mission. How the **** was I to know the orks on that planet had cloning chips, cloning facilities, and radios at those facilities, yeesh. They say I need to control my temper a bit… yah, whatever. Since I’ve died 4 times in the past year for the government cause of ‘senseless acts of violence.’ (WHAT THE **** do they think they are paying me for, eh???) Anyway, so I have to write this now, but I think it is all a ploy. Some of the mercs that I work with sometimes don’t like the government, I think they are trying to rat em out. Hear that ****ers??? I’ll just write initials of people. Anyway, this doc says that I should write a journal. He don’t want to read it or nothin’, got me a little notebook. Says it might, ‘help me vent.’ Yah, whatever. I threw that notebook in a dumpster in case it was bugged and bought one for myself. I’ll write in it though, cause if I don’t the courts might be on my *** again. Meetings with him twice a week beat jail.

Febuary 23rd:

Today’s mission was smooooth. Got hired by the Burgunn executives to go into a NavCorp installation and acquire some data. (they make those cool grenades I’ve been itching to get my hands on, but I’ll go after just about anybody. Cept you government types who are reading this) I think the doc might be right about the rage thing. I barely attacked anyone the whole mission. We went in quiet, came out quiet. In the final room, there were 10 guards. Well, I took down 2 with my pistol, V a Terran Psionic took down one, this ork chick, Z, took down two. This Mutant, X, tuned off of them and into us. Would have set off the alarm, but this Technoid B&E Specialist, 7, shut off the alarms before we went into the room, so no one could radio for help. I made sure to knock the head off of everyone in that joint, so that someone couldn’t just walk in. A healer enters, and we are all back at square one. Plus that way X couldn’t go necro and raise those guys. Even I have my standards, I’m not sure he does. He wanted to keep the ears. Creepy Mutants. Anyway, we got in, got out, got paid. I think I am actually liking this ‘low head count’ stuff, less bullets spent means more cred for me. Heard on the television tonight that 3 of the guards didn’t clone. Looks like we weren’t the first to enter that room. But hell, those guys knew their job was dangerous, ain’t my problem.

March 3rd:

Today’s mission was weird. We were out hunting down this ork tribe that recently had tried to blow up the local mayor’s office on some hick world (Z was there, actually to negotiate if we got captured or something. Plus she is good with those blades, can’t forget that.) and these guys came out of nowhere and jumped us. They took down EVERYBODY! I don’t ****ing believe it! We didn’t even go back. That Mayor Rill said afterward that it wasn’t the orks, that they kill every non-ork on sight. The people who attacked us were no orks, no disguises or anything. We tracked down their group, this merc crew called the Claws on Talgin B. We need to have a little chat with them.

March 8th:

We went to go chat with the Claws. Actually chat, mind you, they were tough and we would have been on their turf. We ain’t stupid. They said that they were hired to kill me! ME specifically! But they wouldn’t even tell us if it was by the orks or not, just said that they were told to kill me and anyone travelling with me, and were paid well too! Only once, though. So after that, we tried to force the info, but we had jump-packs this time. Got one of em though, but I’ll bet gold to red that they had at least one musician and we were not lucky enough to get him. That’s barring any chemicals. When we got back, we laughed. 7 had explosives set to blow the whole place apart if he didn’t shut em off. Serves em right for going after their fellow mercs. Not expecting retal, they knew better than to go after their own.

March 9th:

Got a call from the Claws today. Said that they wouldn’t go after us if we didn’t go after them. Fine by me, one for one. Still want to know who the **** is going after me. I swear it’s a government plot.

March 21st:

THE ****!!!!!! My car blew up today!!!! I can’t continue this ****! My cloning chip is hot I am coming back so often! The ****!

Xelthon died April 7th, a bullet in his head and no witnesses. In his own apartment. I’ve done some research. One of the security guards who didn’t come back had a few buddies who set up the whole **** thing. I assume they are the ones who found him and put a bullet in his head as well. Remember kids, people got friends, and friends hold grudges. Think twice before you ruin lives. And **** Woohoo for censoring my posts.