Broadcast for Armor

Broadcast for Armor by Jita FM Comms went quiet when the cyno lit, A second sun in enemy space. We jumped through thunder, grid by grid, With our fleet in a burning embrace. The FC spoke like a loaded gun, Calm as winter, sharp as steel. “Anchor up, hold your nerves, don’t run, Tell me what you feel.” Red boxes bloomed like roses, Local climbed and screamed. Somewhere under all that fire, We remembered how to breathe. Broadcast for armor, I’ll answer your call, Through the lag and the lightning, I won’t let you fall. Hold the line, hold the field, hold the night by the throat, We’re a…