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.
08-01-YC122

They came, as we knew they would, and they fought well, as did we.  We drove them back once again, but we are left now with only 45 out of a Company of 150.  The 45 of 45.  None of us are now unscathed, and I myself carry many wounds.  Yet still The Eternal Empress watches over us, and still we remain, though any more assaults must surely be the last.  The attack this morning penetrated as far as the mural of Blessed Jamyl, and as I knew they brought their camera drones, trying to revel in our final moments.  They have been denied that pleasure yet, and their bodies lay in bloodied heaps in this chamber.  All of my troops fought well, for indeed what reason do we have not to fight with the Fury of the Righteous?  In the heat of battle, with my cutlass singing, I felt a strange calm, mixed with a euphoria, as though a Blessing were upon me.  Even now, when I would expect to feel exhausted and worn, I do not.  I simply feel ready.

Strangely, they have not come as I expected, and where usually we can here them preparing from their positions, there is but silence.  Perhaps they are bringing in more insidious weapons against which we shall have little or no defence.  The Tribal leader by the name of Vess did indeed mention having, and being willing to use, such means.  So help me God, so help me Eternal Empress, as far as is in my power, I shall not allow deSilvestris troops, my troops, to be gassed or choked in a hole like rats.  I shall take two of my infantry with me and see what the Tribals are preparing, and if indeed they are making ready to use such methods, then I shall gather everyone of us left and we shall charge them.  We shall die with Honour.
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