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War for fun! War for profit! War for the tangible benefits and flexible pay scheme! Given the limited career options available to me back in the people-choked hellhole that is the Arcology, becoming a mercenary - sorry, 'Corporate Defence Assistant' - seemed a very good choice at the time. Free food, free rent, free drugs and at least half of my medical bills covered is a deal anyone in my position would be crazy not to consider. All they ask in return is to stick a chip in my head, a gun in my hand and have me risk messy death somewhere for the bottom line of some faceless megacorp I've probably never heard of. If I can avoid the robots, the corporate shock troopers, the sentient vapours and the surprisingly unhappy locals I'll even get a completion bonus! Assuming my paperwork is in order. I fail to see how any of this could go wrong for me.
1. My First Day
