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.
12-12-YC121

A second patrol, and more action this time, though no kills.  We attacked the Orbital Customs Office in Floseswin operated by those vile barbarians Ushra'Khan.  Even through the vacuum of space, the hull of my Punisher, and the shell of my pod, their stink made me retch.  Paladin Newelle led the attack, and all was going rather well until a pirate gang, no doubt in the pay of the Tribals, engaged us. Alas, we were not prepared for ship-to-ship combat, and the order to disengage was given quickly.  Unfortunately, the mercenaries caught Paladin Commander Newelle, and though My Lady gave a very good fight, she was eventually overcome.  There are times when I curse my training and discipline, for though I know always to follow orders, to leave My Lady on the battlefield does not sit well with my conscience, even though such things are routine for such as we, and it is not as if death has its permanency for capsuleers.  Perhaps it is the principle of the thing.

Following this, I assisted Chapter Master Lok'ri in securing strategic points in the system, in support of regular Amarr forces.  Such an honour to be alongside the Chapter Master.  I pray I gave a good account of myself.  The Chapter Master has also given me permission to investigate the activities of certain of our "allies".  I look forward to that task with relish.

Since the apparent revelation on the IGS, I have thought more about what was said.  Whilst I do not doubt that that Matari whore is indeed a spy and a corrupting influence, questions do arise in my mind.

Why has this alleged agency compromised her?  So far as I am aware, few people suspected her openly, and she has done nothing directly to draw suspicion to herself.  Why throw away an apparently good agent?  Indeed, even if she had in some compromised herself, to out ones own operatives seem very unusual.

What if, then, this agency is not, in fact, her employer?  That begs the question of who exactly they are, and the question of why becomes even more pertinent. What have they to gain from exposing her?  How, indeed, did they even know? 

There is more here than meets the eye.  If an unknown agency somehow has access to information as sensitive to clandestine operatives and operations, there could be serious implications to others, including the Empire.  What other secrets do they know or could they uncover?

I shall speak to Papa about this.  I think it is perhaps something we could turn our skills to.
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