Bombs Out, Warp Out

Bomb Out, Warp Out by Jita FM Corruption level five. Bubbles on the out-gate. Two fleets landing. Bomber, check. Aligned. The pirates won the insurgency, The law packed up and ran. Lowsec wears a nullsec grin, Exactly as they planned. Sabres bloom around the gate, The HIC is holding wide. Two hundred angry capsuleers Are choosing who will die. The FC screams for anchor, Logi chains begin to glow. Dreads are trading thunder While the time dilation grows. I’m cloaked above the circus With a bookmark and a grin. I didn’t bring a doctrine ship. I brought a way to win. One bomb loaded in…