You're where the Wild Things are...

An in-character blog set in the universe of EVE Online. These are the private diary entries of Lady Ekaterina Mariya deSilvestris, a minor Amarrian Noble and Capsuleer. Other existing characters within EVE will be referred to throughout, though any opinions and views expressed are those of this character. These entries may touch on or directly address mature themes such as violence, sexuality, race and ethnicity, and mental health. As noted, any views are those of the character.

Before we begin, I feel it important to say a few words on the subject of mental health. Ekaterina, or Ekat as many call her, is something of a troubled soul. This aspect of her character is a personal choice I have made, for very personal reasons. Although EVE is a game in which the players can immerse themselves to a greater or lesser degree as they wish, mental health is a very real issue for many people. Those two simple words cover a myriad different issues and concerns that affect people directly or indirectly every day all, over the world.

If you find yourself affected by any issues touched upon in these posts, or if you face your own troubles, please know that there are people out there you can turn to; doctors, friends, family - there is ALWAYS someone. If you are an EVE player, then Broadcast 4 Reps chat is available, staffed by wonderfully kind and good-hearted volunteers. If you know of someone who has mental health issues, then please just let them know you are there. It doesn't have to be anything big, just a smile, a cup of tea, a quick phone call about last night's game - just a little thing to show they aren't forgotten.

You Never Fly Alone.
26-11-YC120

How dare they!

Impose sanctions.  Who do they think they are?  And in which reality is it the place of filthy Tribals and the immoral "Federation"  to judge whether the response of our Empire is sufficient? They are tin-pot dictatorships, nothing more.  Democracies?  What utter rot.  Well, let them impose their petty sanctions, the Empire does not need their trade anyway.  Piles of rusted bolts and veneral diseases - some economies!

And let their footsoldiers make their idle, empty threats.  We will burn them and chase them from our Motherland, even should they bang their barbarian fists on our very gates.  We have done so before!

Amarr Victor!
16-11-YC120.

Action in Kahah has certainly kept me busy.  Serving under Captain Elkin has been such an honour.  She is such a skilled Fleet Commander.  It brings back memories of service in Providence so long agi, although of course back then I took a much more stealthy role.  It has been some time since I commanded an Omen.

I made a kill assist tonight.  A Tribal, in the warzone.  I had forgotten the power of adrenaline, it has been so long.  I am sure I was not all that effective, to tell the truth, but I was there, and that at least gave the enemy one extra target to worry about.

Commander Adams has been most incorrigible.  I am sure he and Captain Elkin at the very least have some sort of close connection, if not an actual actual amour.  He certainly seems to act as though they do, and yet, at the same time, he is not averse to attempt to use his charms upon me!  I must admit, he is quite charming, or he can be if he puts some effort into it, but Aldrith has warned me about him, so I must be on my guard.  Strange how he does not seem to see my Shadow, nor even sense it.  I feel rather drawn to him.

I do not feel that Khanid actions in Kahah have at all helped matters.  Their response seems rather overzealous, and the Queen's claim of casualty numbers somewhat...low.  It is not my place to question the official line, of course, but if there is one thing Father taught me about being a good scout, it is to consider information from all available sources.  No doubt truth will out.  It has certainly done nothing to dissuade the Tribals and Gallente from their misguided attempt to invade the Kingdom.  Are they completely incapable of learning?

I still have not heard anything from Sirna.  I hope she is well.  Perhaps I did go too far.  At least Ishta has started meeting with Father Mikhail.  I hope she comes to The Faith.  Her talents would be far better in the Service of God.

New Beginnings

10-11-YC120

Have I really done this?  It seems unreal, sat here in my quarters.  I look at the new insignia on my Crusade uniform.  I have done it.  I really have.

Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris.

I have joined PIE.

The ceremony was, I should say, the single most nerve-wracking thing I have ever done.  Captain Elkin and Commander Kley looked very imposing, of course, in their beautiful uniforms.  Exactly what one would expect from a Tournament Champion.  Never would I have believed that I would meet someone of such standing.  Felix will be absolutely sick with envy.  And Aldrith...well, Aldrith - I should refer to him as Captain Shutaq now - looked...magnificent.  At least I was able to recite my oaths correctly. 

So strange to be accepted into their ranks.  All very well the confidence of others (Dear Niki, you never had a doubt) but nothing is a foregone conclusion, and they could have just as easily refused my application.  I had convinced myself they would.  If there is one thing I have learned,it is to prepare oneself for disappointment.  After my Time Away, I still believe people know.  Father Mikhail calls that nonsense, but they do.  People can sense it, even if they do not realise it.

Why, oh why, did I join?  On the surface, the awful business in Kahah, of course.  I will not stand idly by while damned Minmatar invade my Motherland, hiding behind their lies of "liberation".  But there is something else.  Something I cannot quite fathom.  I have resisted Aldrith's enticements for years, I would not even join him in the Knights, so why now?

But then, could I really have resisted Aldrith forever?  Likely not.  I thought he would have forgotten me, especially now he is married. Married! To Admiral Newelle! So much has changed.  Such a long Time Away.

Even Sirna remembered me...  Oh Sirna, I am so sorry.  Such cruelty, and you with such a beautiful soul.  I am pleased you have found some happiness, but I pray I have not marred that with my return. I would not even have come to see you had it not been for meeting your sister! At least you are safe now.  I must speak to Ishta about that raid, and apologise to Sirna.  She was right, of course, to not allow me to launch.  If anything shows her goodness, it is that...

I wonder what duties will call tomorrow.  Action in Kahah, no doubt...