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.
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I never realised Tribals were so delicately sensitive.  All it takes is cheap insults to upset them. Here was I under the misguided impression they called themselves warriors.  It also appears that when pressed to the matter, they have little real desire to live up to their self-styled title of "Liberators" or "Saviours".  Pathetic.

My patience has run out.  I dislike leaving the civilians to their fate.  Despite the massive cognitive dissonance it appears to be causing the Tribals, I have no desire to see innocent civilians, especially children, die.  Yet, the delay caused by the Tribals' constant bickering and inherent mistrust - what could one expect from a society such as theirs - has afforded us enough time to make preparations.  If they assault, they will suffer, and we shall be able to last for some time.  Even when our ammunition is depleted, the time, and the terrain, favours us for close combat.  I have also had a section reconnoitre further into the mine with the help of the foreman who joined us, and there is an exit, though reaching it will be difficult, and there is no guarantee of safety at the end of if even if we do.  It is something to consider, however.

I shall have the last intelligence and information send out in another SHEBA, along with the electronically scanned file of this diary, after which I shall burn it.  This, therefore, may be my last entry in it, at least for now, but there is always a danger in soft clones.

The troops of Alfa Company, deSilvestris Household Naval Infantry have served bravely and with distinction.  It has been an Honour to lead them.  Contained within the SHEBA transmission are their last message to their families.  The Company Batushka has performed the Sacred Mysteries of Confession and Communion for us all, and we are prepared to fight and die in the Name and Glory of God.

To my family - I love you, and am grateful for all the help and support you have given me.
To Lilya - You shall forever be in my heart.  You are truly a Blessing from God.  Be strong, My Love, we shall be together again.
To Ishta - I am so very proud of you, and I wish you and Sasha all the happiness in the world.
To all in PIE - It was an Honour to serve.  You were all so inspirational to me.
To Constantin - I forgive you.

To Sirna - I miss you. I always have.  I am so sorry I was never the person you deserved.  I always loved you.

In the Name of God and the Eternal Empress, I give my life in the Service of The Holy Empire of Amarr.

Amarr Victor

Sumus Silvestre
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