Mitara sits in her seating chair, legs curled beneath her. She's wrapped in a white full length bath robe, her hair still damp from a shower. Her datapad and a steaming drink rest on the side table.
Well... things are not a total disaster. I spoke with Aldrith some this afternoon, I think we can be cordial, which pleases me. Laerise and I spoke of him for a time... I will have to inquire about some of the things she has said, but not now... He was busy writing in that journal of his. I told him of these video clips I've been keeping, he seemed rather surprised. I asked if he had written about me at all, he said he hasn't... yet.
She chuckles
What I wouldn't give to be looking over his sholder when he does.
She reaches out and lifts the steaming drink, blowing on it first before taking a sip
I believe we are getting close to releasing our new systems software. After some feedback and resolving some pod interface issues things are looking good. I hope it is found useful for all the effort I've put into it.
Mitara takes another sip and sets the drink back on the side table, she furrows her brow
But then we have this thing with Lt Tyrell and LtJG Karvash. From what I can tell, Zenton was overzealous when engaging a suspected pirate and an innocent suffered from it. These things can happen in the warzone, and the LtJG did the proper thing and reimbursed that pilot. Lt Tyrell... he looks to have berated and shamed Zenton so, that he had disconnected from all comms channels and had revoked his PIE access rights. Thank God Captain Laerise and myself got to him before it was too late. Such nonsense that he was turning into a pirate... not Zenton... I won't allow it.
She grabs her datapad and begins working it quickly
I'm relieved that Lt Command Priboj has returned. Though I do not dislike conducting interviews, it has given me time to work on other things, which has been a much needed distraction. With the addition of Condor Amarr and Hiigaren the load of interviews has been spread out nicely.
All in all things look well on the front lines. I have nothing of note to record there.
Mitara nods satisfied
God is with us, so we shall prevail... God is with me, so I too shall be strong for His Glory...
2009-06-25
2009-06-17
Bittersweet anniversary
The video feed activates, Mitara stands holding a datapad, facing the camera. Her face is red, her eyes slightly swollen, tears stream from them.
She unceremoniously tosses the datapad onto the side table and throws herself into the oversized chair.
I am a fool, a God Damned fool.
Her hand covers her eyes and her body shudders and she begins to cry... again.
Why did I ask him...? What was I thinking!?
She throws her head back, lying across the chair.
He was so shocked, I thought he may never speak. I wish he hadn't. To be denied because of another would be bearable, the knowledge that someone else that may, or may not, be my better.... I can live with that... but Oaths... I was defeated before I even wished to join the fight.
She shakes her head.
Then he suggests something hidden... something secret... How could I shroud myself so? Is he even the man I thought him to be... to even think of betraying himself or his Order? Oh, let us not forget his role as proxy for that betraying, manipulative rat.
I am a fool.
More tears roll down her face
Yet I am broken... I ache as never before... My breath escapes me... What hold does he have over me still? I wanted nothing more than for him to continue to hold my hand in his... I stopped him... WHY?
Because he is not what I thought him to be, that is what I will tell myself... Will I come to believe it?
Mitara closes her eyes, she looks very tired
Why did Laerise have to be there, I just wanted to have one drink in solitude to dull the pain and shame, and instead I am shamed more because she sees me... weeping like a baby...
Oh God... Damn you Shalee... Damn you Laerise... Why did I listen you?
Her words begin to trail off...
Happy Anniversary... Happy...
A few incomprehsible mumbles escape her lips before the nights alcholol takes it's hold as she passes out.
She unceremoniously tosses the datapad onto the side table and throws herself into the oversized chair.
I am a fool, a God Damned fool.
Her hand covers her eyes and her body shudders and she begins to cry... again.
Why did I ask him...? What was I thinking!?
She throws her head back, lying across the chair.
He was so shocked, I thought he may never speak. I wish he hadn't. To be denied because of another would be bearable, the knowledge that someone else that may, or may not, be my better.... I can live with that... but Oaths... I was defeated before I even wished to join the fight.
She shakes her head.
Then he suggests something hidden... something secret... How could I shroud myself so? Is he even the man I thought him to be... to even think of betraying himself or his Order? Oh, let us not forget his role as proxy for that betraying, manipulative rat.
I am a fool.
More tears roll down her face
Yet I am broken... I ache as never before... My breath escapes me... What hold does he have over me still? I wanted nothing more than for him to continue to hold my hand in his... I stopped him... WHY?
Because he is not what I thought him to be, that is what I will tell myself... Will I come to believe it?
Mitara closes her eyes, she looks very tired
Why did Laerise have to be there, I just wanted to have one drink in solitude to dull the pain and shame, and instead I am shamed more because she sees me... weeping like a baby...
Oh God... Damn you Shalee... Damn you Laerise... Why did I listen you?
Her words begin to trail off...
Happy Anniversary... Happy...
A few incomprehsible mumbles escape her lips before the nights alcholol takes it's hold as she passes out.
2009-06-08
For a Sister
The video feed comes into focus. Mitara is paging through a book of literary works, sitting upright and proper in the familiar chair, her uniform immaculately pressed and cleaned
I spent some time at one of God's most serene places, the Amarr Legio Basilica.
Her eyes close and she drifts off in thought
You could feel a touch of the divine, the feeling of being just an inkling closer to God. It warmed my heart so.
She closes the book on her lap
I will urge Lt Cmdr Narutaki to spend as much time as she can in prayer and meditation among the Emperors of old... There she can find peace from the torment she has placed herself under. Let one of a softer heart than myself help see her through her troubles, Mr Shataq... Aldrith.
A small smile forms on her lips as she says the name. Her eyes open
He was so kind as to offer to speak with Aefee. I know if there is a chance she can reached, he could be one to do so. His calmness permeates the air about him, you can only feel at ease. His voice... the night he recited one of his poems, I didn't even hear the words, I just felt...
She trails off again in thought, and after a moment speaks again
I will leave a message for the Lt Cmdr, suggesting we meet there, so I can make the introductions.
A very strange night at Paradise, I did not stay long, just long enough to have a short conversation with Ensign Yoblleh and a pilot from the Mandate, one Katherine Dosch, "Red Katherine." The Ensign was going over the nights battles we had against the Tribals. It was good to see a pilot studying to better himself for the next fight. Ms Dosch and I made small talk, she seems a decent sort. I have not met many from the Mandate, if they are all as she, I feel safe knowing that God has at the very least begun tugging at their hearts.
Mitara drums her fingers against the book on her lap
The Lt Cmdr... I wish so much for her to feel His embrace again... I pray she finds it before it is too late.
I spent some time at one of God's most serene places, the Amarr Legio Basilica.
Her eyes close and she drifts off in thought
You could feel a touch of the divine, the feeling of being just an inkling closer to God. It warmed my heart so.
She closes the book on her lap
I will urge Lt Cmdr Narutaki to spend as much time as she can in prayer and meditation among the Emperors of old... There she can find peace from the torment she has placed herself under. Let one of a softer heart than myself help see her through her troubles, Mr Shataq... Aldrith.
A small smile forms on her lips as she says the name. Her eyes open
He was so kind as to offer to speak with Aefee. I know if there is a chance she can reached, he could be one to do so. His calmness permeates the air about him, you can only feel at ease. His voice... the night he recited one of his poems, I didn't even hear the words, I just felt...
She trails off again in thought, and after a moment speaks again
I will leave a message for the Lt Cmdr, suggesting we meet there, so I can make the introductions.
A very strange night at Paradise, I did not stay long, just long enough to have a short conversation with Ensign Yoblleh and a pilot from the Mandate, one Katherine Dosch, "Red Katherine." The Ensign was going over the nights battles we had against the Tribals. It was good to see a pilot studying to better himself for the next fight. Ms Dosch and I made small talk, she seems a decent sort. I have not met many from the Mandate, if they are all as she, I feel safe knowing that God has at the very least begun tugging at their hearts.
Mitara drums her fingers against the book on her lap
The Lt Cmdr... I wish so much for her to feel His embrace again... I pray she finds it before it is too late.
2009-06-05
Unexpected Blessings
Mitara is in her seating chair, wearing her full dress uniform. Several books are laying open next to her on the side table. She is very focused, busily working on her datapad
Admiral Lok'ri has announced this months promotions. Most were of the standard fare. It was nice to see Condor, 'Omnicide', and Saif move up. Garst Tyrell managed to still be promoted, surprising given his role during Aefee's breakdown. His hatred of the Kingdom is startling. Are we not all Amarr? Given these times of miracles and extraordinary calamaties I pray his heart softens towards the idea of better relations between us and the Kingdom.
Mitara pages through one of the open books, finding what she was looking for, she continues working
I am most proud of young Ensign Karvash, now LtJG Karvash. I do wonder if I was the only officer that submitted a recommendation to the Admiral. I somehow doubt it. He is an outstanding pilot, a fine example of a Praetorian.
The most shocking promotions were the appointment of three new mid grade Senior Officers. Captain Vaarun is no longer alone.
She smiles, looking out into space through the huge view port window.
My Sister Veshta. God's Angel of Retribution herself. A worthy and noble woman. Though I have not shared many words with her for some time, I still consider her a close friend. I look back very fondly on our friendly rivalries when we first became Praetorians. My one victory...
Mitara chuckles as she gently lifts the Sword of God medal on her uniform, looking at it and says, "Not but a day or two later did she too qualify for PIE's highest combat honor. "
In the end, she proves to be of God's divine wraith walking among us. I could never match. Her name is known and feared throughout Shakor's militia, and rightfully so.
She lets the medal fall back into place and gazes again into the void
Captain Laerise, another feared and known warrior to our enemies. These past months we have grown closer, and to be honest, I would not have expected it. Her reputation preceeded her as a hard hearted soul, much like Lt Tyrell. That assumption has proved untrue.
Her brow furrows
I still cannot comprehend, however, that she is married to that Chase Starbright.... a woman. I doubt this was God's intent on how we were to mate. When Ensign Lianne said during one of our chats, "her wife," I naturally thought I had misheard her. It does explain the odd feeling I had watching the two of them. I hope to not be in the company of both of them together again, it would be quite uncomfortable.
A slight grin appears on Mitara's face, she appears satisfied with herself, looking down at her datapad
There we have it, this archaic NeoCom interface will not defeat me.
Her gaze again goes to her uniform, this time to her rank insignia, her grin widens
How long, I wonder, will it be before I am used to hearing "Captain Newelle"
Admiral Lok'ri has announced this months promotions. Most were of the standard fare. It was nice to see Condor, 'Omnicide', and Saif move up. Garst Tyrell managed to still be promoted, surprising given his role during Aefee's breakdown. His hatred of the Kingdom is startling. Are we not all Amarr? Given these times of miracles and extraordinary calamaties I pray his heart softens towards the idea of better relations between us and the Kingdom.
Mitara pages through one of the open books, finding what she was looking for, she continues working
I am most proud of young Ensign Karvash, now LtJG Karvash. I do wonder if I was the only officer that submitted a recommendation to the Admiral. I somehow doubt it. He is an outstanding pilot, a fine example of a Praetorian.
The most shocking promotions were the appointment of three new mid grade Senior Officers. Captain Vaarun is no longer alone.
She smiles, looking out into space through the huge view port window.
My Sister Veshta. God's Angel of Retribution herself. A worthy and noble woman. Though I have not shared many words with her for some time, I still consider her a close friend. I look back very fondly on our friendly rivalries when we first became Praetorians. My one victory...
Mitara chuckles as she gently lifts the Sword of God medal on her uniform, looking at it and says, "Not but a day or two later did she too qualify for PIE's highest combat honor. "
In the end, she proves to be of God's divine wraith walking among us. I could never match. Her name is known and feared throughout Shakor's militia, and rightfully so.
She lets the medal fall back into place and gazes again into the void
Captain Laerise, another feared and known warrior to our enemies. These past months we have grown closer, and to be honest, I would not have expected it. Her reputation preceeded her as a hard hearted soul, much like Lt Tyrell. That assumption has proved untrue.
Her brow furrows
I still cannot comprehend, however, that she is married to that Chase Starbright.... a woman. I doubt this was God's intent on how we were to mate. When Ensign Lianne said during one of our chats, "her wife," I naturally thought I had misheard her. It does explain the odd feeling I had watching the two of them. I hope to not be in the company of both of them together again, it would be quite uncomfortable.
A slight grin appears on Mitara's face, she appears satisfied with herself, looking down at her datapad
There we have it, this archaic NeoCom interface will not defeat me.
Her gaze again goes to her uniform, this time to her rank insignia, her grin widens
How long, I wonder, will it be before I am used to hearing "Captain Newelle"
2009-06-01
Wear Down
Mitara sits wrapped with a thick blanket in her seating chair, a steaming mug sit next to her on the side table. She looks uncharacteristically unkept, somewhat pale, and looking very tired...
It seems my schedule has finally caught up to me. I do not know if I had acquired the virus prior to my swim, or if that was the key factor. Regardless my immune system has been worn down and I am sick.
A violent cough shakes her body
Curses!
I checked in briefly with the Praetoria this evening. Captain Vaarun felt things were well in hand defensively, and LtJg Strife and her fleet were just returning from a successful raid into Matari space.
I do feel guilty that I am not doing my part these last days...
Mitara begins to speak but her voice cracks. She rolls her eyes, takes a sip of the hot drink next to her, and clears her throat.
The positive side of being cooped up in my apartment is that I have had time to start working on the report Commodore Piskonit has asked me to compile. My first draft is complete, but I still need to put together the metrics portion of the report. I should...
Another cough wracks her body
I should be able to finish and deliver my complete first draft to the Commodore in the next day or two. God willing my body will have driven this infernal sickness from itself by then.
On a personal note, my father stopped by PIE headquarters to surprise me, but the surprise was his to learn of my illness. He contacted me, wishing me well, and said he hopes to see me the next time he was in the region.
Mitara pulls the blanket tightly around herself as the video feed goes black
It seems my schedule has finally caught up to me. I do not know if I had acquired the virus prior to my swim, or if that was the key factor. Regardless my immune system has been worn down and I am sick.
A violent cough shakes her body
Curses!
I checked in briefly with the Praetoria this evening. Captain Vaarun felt things were well in hand defensively, and LtJg Strife and her fleet were just returning from a successful raid into Matari space.
I do feel guilty that I am not doing my part these last days...
Mitara begins to speak but her voice cracks. She rolls her eyes, takes a sip of the hot drink next to her, and clears her throat.
The positive side of being cooped up in my apartment is that I have had time to start working on the report Commodore Piskonit has asked me to compile. My first draft is complete, but I still need to put together the metrics portion of the report. I should...
Another cough wracks her body
I should be able to finish and deliver my complete first draft to the Commodore in the next day or two. God willing my body will have driven this infernal sickness from itself by then.
On a personal note, my father stopped by PIE headquarters to surprise me, but the surprise was his to learn of my illness. He contacted me, wishing me well, and said he hopes to see me the next time he was in the region.
Mitara pulls the blanket tightly around herself as the video feed goes black
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