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.
25-12-YC121

It is not clear if there is to be an agreement on the evacuation of the civilians of East Hav.  Nauplius, the idiot, has made a suggestion on the IGS of using them as human shields.  Apart from the fact that I would never stain the honour of my family being committing such an atrocity, he seems to have failed to note that at least two of the Tribal war-leaders, or whatever they may call themselves, have made comments that clearly indicate they would not hesitate to indiscriminately murder every living thing in this town.

However, we have not sat idle whilst we wait for a sensible reply.  The Officers have taken recordings from the surviving troops of the Company - Yoiul messages for their families and loved ones.  In the next hour or so, these messages will be sent out as a Short High Energy Burst Algorithm to Sarum fleets in Floseswin, to then be passed immediately to my family, and it is only my family that have the corresponding algorithm to decrypt the deeper message.

We may very well be about to die, if such is God's Will, but at least Imperial Forces shall also have details of enemy strength and composition in this area, along with other information we have been able to obtain.

The civilians also need to be organised, so that they can be ready to move to the transport hub as soon as possible.  That will take time, but the activity should mask the preparations being made by some of the platoons.

I hope the Tribals enjoy their Yoiul gifts when they come.
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