Cloak MWD

Cloak MWD by Jita FM We’re sitting on the gate in the cold black night, Scanners humming low, safeties set to bite, Bubbles tight, scrams warm, fingers on the key, Another hauler dreams of slipping past me. Local’s quiet, too quiet, that’s how you know, Someone’s about to learn what campers know, One jump flash—then five more bloom, Five little shadows sliding out of the womb. Align, align, here they come through, Interceptor grin and a transport crew, Tackler breathes in, FC says “wait”… Patience kills more ships than hate. Cloak MWD, cloak MWD, You save the ship—or you feed us free.…