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.
08-12-YC120

My first real action.

We took the fight to the Blood Raiders today.  The heretics have been staging attacks - is our Motherland besieged by everyone? - from within our borders, with their FOBs.  Admiral Xideinis and Directrix Aspenstar led the Fleet.  And it was GLORIOUS!

Admittedly my own contribution was small - I only had a Frigate available.  But I was of some help, apparently, and the Admiral was most kind and complementary.  I fell afoul of the enemy after we destroyed their second tower.  My own fault.  I did not pay attention to where I was and strayed from logi range.  I planned that Executioner for speed, not withstanding a barrage of fire from a contingent of Omens!  At least I made it back to station to reship in time to return to the field for the third tower.

The Admiral seemed to quite like my fit for the Executioner.  I am really not an expert at that sort of thing, so I am sure he was just being polite, with me being a new recruit.  The fleet joked about using the fit as an incentive for future recruitments, I think because it is relatively inexpensive and usable by even a newly licenced capsuleer.  Such an amusing idea, and what an honour it would be, but I should not think they were serious.
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