Desert of Drone Regions

Desert of Drone Regions by Jita FM Echoes of PanFam drifting through the cold, Coalitions shattered, stories left untold… When they sailed from Drone Regions like ghosts in retreat, They left a desert in the starlanes, and silence in the heat… Now the map is wide and empty where their banners used to fly, Broken citadels are lying under one unblinking sky. All the railguns rust in silence, all the miners fled the storm, But the tribes of scattered pilots gather where the void is warm. And they whisper ancient war songs, lighting sparks across the sand, On the dunes of shattered systems…