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.

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...


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