Bastion Burns

Bastion Burns by Jita FM Gate cools down, null’s black glass, two blues in local, then none. D-scan clean, cloak thin as sin, I breathe as the grid spins up. Cold-iron hull, State pride and rust, Kaalakiota bones of steel— Golem waits like a loaded oath; I break it with a click of will. Pre-heat painter, scram in hold, cap injectors primed to sing. Range check, torps on Rage, MJD spooling—don’t blink. Bastion lit—now the stars go quiet, Missiles write my name across the night. Solo in the blue where the blobs run riot, I make my stand and I make it right. If I burn, I burn like a forge in…