(Diary) Arsia's Diary - General Entries

Dear diary,

Sorry that it’s been a bit since we “spoke.” I’ve been busy with a number of things lately. From party planning at the start of the month to getting ready for more sports in the past couple weeks, I’ve had a lot to do. I’ve even taken up studying another language in my downtime. But it’s good that I’ve had things to do. I took it easy last month; perhaps too easy . It was good to take some rest after the war in Pochven, but I can’t afford to be as complacent as I was. At least sports are worthwhile because they improve people’s individual piloting skills. I can’t afford to not constantly be growing stronger.

The Party Against God went pretty well, all things considered. I’m glad that I threw the party for my anniversary; the gifts were so incredibly thoughtful and I enjoyed getting a little bit of time to relax with everyone. Also, it felt really good to best Edward in that Gladiator game. I’m also really glad that Arrendis was able to make the event; with the war in the outers winding down for the moment, maybe she’ll be able to relax at home for a bit.

It’s a bit surreal that I’ve been in Electus Matari for a year already, if I’m being honest. My employment still feels new to me. I suppose a year of membership is still pretty new in the grand scheme of things. I’ve enjoyed being in the alliance. The other capsuleers have been nicer to and more accepting of me than I probably deserve, honestly. More importantly, I feel like I’ve been a part of several important campaigns and that my skills have been of use. I know that there’s still an incredibly amount of terrible things going on in the cluster, but I feel very good about my place in it.

Sorry that I’ll be keeping this entry brief. I just needed to get some thoughts down before I lost them. I’ve been on metaphorical auto-pilot for most of the month. I promise I’ll be paying more attention to you again going forward, my dear diary.

Confidently yours,



Dear Diary,

Our sports season has ended before it ever really began. We lost quite horrifically in the preliminaries to Bright Side of Death. It’s disappointing, but at the same time not too disappointing. The whole tournament scene is certainly nice for team building and sharpening individual piloting skills. But at the end of the day, it’s still just sports . We can still team build. We can still hone everyone’s piloting skills. Most importantly, weekends will once again free up for operations more meaningful to the cluster such as anti-piracy and the like. I’m sure we’ll wind up partaking in sports again in the future, but being knocked out of this tournament before it even began is hardly the end of the world.

I also completed my annual negotiations and paperwork for my key staff. Though taking care of the contracts and salaries of the vast majority of lower-level ship and station crew in my employ has been delegated to others, I like to directly manage my most important people. And as it turns out, people are pretty predictable; they want more money every year. Thankfully the depth of capsuleer pockets is beyond the wildest dreams of most baseliners so the cost of keeping them happy is always pretty much negligible to me. I’m really happy things went well. Losing basically all of my staff over a period of a few months a year and a half ago or so was excruciating. I don’t want to go through that again.

I’ve been playing around with ideas for new fits and doctrines for both the small hunting gangs I run and myself individually. One thing I want to try out is an afterburner combat interceptor gang. With a forward fleet interceptor to two to grab things, the combat interceptors should have no trouble at all landing on something and burning it down. Only with afterburners, we should lose fewer of them and they should be able to make use of the bit of extra power grid and CPU. The problem is that there’s so many things I want to test and so little time.

The fake sky in the Astrahus’ garden is quite nice. It really does look real. What I really miss, though, is the rain. Walking the gardens in a light rain was one of my absolute favorite things as a child. The sound of the rain falling is soothing and being out in it is rather refreshing. The best thing of all, however, was the smell. The smell of rain is one of the most pleasant aromas I’ve ever had the luxury of experiencing. Back then, I would also get scolded if I was caught, but I very rarely was. My parents never paid all too much attention to me. I was never in line to be heir, so I was the nanny’s responsibility. Maybe someday, going down onto a planet will be regularly possible again and I’ll get to walk around in the rain to my heart’s content. I can’t help but feel a little pathetic for being so hung up on rain , but I really do miss it.

Anyway, my Dear Diary, this is where I end this entry. Thank you for listening to my thoughts, as you always do so well.

Reminiscently yours,