DOTLAN EveMaps

It's a job. Anyone who found themselves at the end of my gun was fighting for something.
Bring down a goverment or prop one up, for homeland or someone else's, for a woman.
Maybe just food and drink so many damn reasons, some good some bad.
A mercenary doesn't ask questions boy. It's enough to know the other man is dying for something.
But that reason of his whatever it was, was it really worth fighting for?
But who says you need some epic cause before you shed some blood.
Fighting for filthy Isk has always been good enough for me. Pays the bills
Toss us a bit of coin and we will lose life and limb, dangle a bit of coin in front of our nose and we come running.
We march onto chessboards all over the world for mere pennies.
Kill for him, die for him. But really it aint about the damn pennies, we go because we enjoy it.
We fight for money cause fighting for fun's just too horrible to admit.
Die for a dollar kill for some isk sign us up. We're the scum of the earth, boy.
With a legacy like ours of course people will hate us.