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.

 02-06-YC124


I write this sitting in the compartment of an armoured transport.  We are on our way back to Arx Garum after six months planetside.  It has gone rather quickly, I feel.

All in all, Operation Sanctity has been, to my mind, a success.  Enemy communications disrupted, materiel destroyed or rendered beyond use, key personnel neutralised.  We have taken casualties, some serious, but, God and The Eternal Empress be praised, no fatalities; and the number of enemy souls we have returned to the judgement of God is beyond counting.

The evacuation was precarious, I must admit.  The enemy had the area surrounded and we had to clear it before our transport could come in.  Not an easy task with two wounded, and Pankov and Idrisov had both been injured by the time we were lifting off again.  They will make it to Arx Garum, though, and they will recover.

The most important victory, though, is symbolic.  We have shown that the Empire does not simply surrender its sovereign territory to a merciless invader and their unprovoked offensive.  They may have temporarily taken these systems, but we will still strike back at them, wherever and however we can.  We have also shown that traitors, cowards, and collaborators will not escape our wrath either.  I cannot deny I would rather have simply executed that pitiful excuse for a Holder and his family as we pulled them from their bolt-hole, but Il-Khan Oniseki-Kley prefers that they stand trial and so shall it be.  It shows, I suppose, her worthiness to take the title, or at least that she meets the necessary standards of integrity more so than those who failed Her Imperial Majesty.

Ishta did not appear, so I can only assume she found out where Sasha is and went to him instead.  I shall no doubt have to face her when we arrive at the station.  I already know she will not see our Operation for what it is, but I care little, for my team, the 601st, they do understand, and as I look around the compartment at their faces, I can see that they know the value of what we have done, of what we do, and of the sacrifices we make.  Even Bordashevskaya, with her breathing heavy after the gas attack, looks contented with duty well done.

Once I have deal with Ishta, I am going to get a vodka and a bath.

Amarr Victor!

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