Happy Federation Day!

I watched the Blazing Comets depart this morning for Aunia, where there will be a pretty big party taking place. It would have been great to be with them, but as a cadet I’m nowhere near qualified to join their ranks—yet. Maybe one day.

The atmosphere on campus is pretty upbeat. None of us were much interested in our training exercises today, to the point the Feds sent us out with orders to “Go burn your energy on something” so we’d be productive again later. I’m sure this was all tongue-in-cheek, as they would rather be home with their families too.

Devan wasn’t able to join me on short notice so I wandered the station for a bit and visited the shopping district. Sales galore for the week, and though I really don’t need much to get by with, since the navy more or less provides almost everything except ship hardware, I couldn’t help but pick up a few things anyway.

I tried calling Mom, but there was no answer at her room. I wonder if Aranza convinced her to go down and join the other residents for supper, or even outside for a walk? It would be good for her to spend time socializing. I wonder how the weather there has been. I’m sure she’s fine.

Njal convinced me to join him for supper. As always he insisted he do the cooking even though he’d already put in a full day at Deck 17 in the kitchen and tending bar. We got on the topic of home and the Federation. I’m not sure if it was the wine Njal was drinking, or just the overall way things have been in New Eden lately, but the evening turned rather reflective and somber. Njal is not happy with the state of things in Intaki, nor greater Placid, and after listening to him for a while it occurred to me nothing ever happened with that petition from two years ago. Placid is still considered low security space, the Serpentis run wild, and other pirates are happy to join them. At least Intaki hasn’t been in the news lately, though I’m not sure if that happens to be only because the rioting elsewhere in the cluster eclipses whatever the Scope might otherwise pick up on.

At one point I wondered why it is the Federation so neglects Intaki when so much of its upper echelons are occupied by people who can trace their lineage back to our world. Njal pointed out so many Intaki have fled Placid over the years for the stability of higher security space that the people who live in the greater Federation probably have never seen Intaki itself, and while they may have its blood in their veins, rather see themselves as Gallente instead.

Federation Day reminds us of the diversity of the Federation. There is strength in diversity, and the Federation provides much prosperity for its citizens. And yet…within that diversity much is lost. There are “naturalized citizens” who live here, people who left their homelands outside the Federation. In so doing they have been absorbed into the swirling maw that is Gallente culture, a great mishmash of that diversity in which so little of the original diversity actually survives. Njal put it well when he bemoaned how our people have become “Gallente-ized”. So many of them have no idea of our traditions, our beliefs…so perhaps it is no wonder the Federation cares so little for Placid.

I hope this never happens to me.