Amarna, Princess of Amarr

Amarna, Princess of Amarr by Jita FM She rides the throne-world’s night—Armageddon, Amarna, thunder in the holy skies. Her name’s a vow the faithful speak with fire, A queen of range, a razor wrapped in grace. No mercy left for cowards, oath or bribe— Her heart is iron, crowned in solar light. A Brutix limps through slag and shattered steel, Gallente blue behind a wall of shields. A dying wingman clings to broken struts, Drones are ash, and blasters burning hot. He sees her fleet call glowing in the void— The poise, the steel, the comet in her eyes. He tastes the truth in silence, cut and…