Fire Sales

Fire Sales by Jita FM Last night the grid was burning bright, Titans falling through the night, Doctrine ships went down in flames, Today they're contracts without names. The Keepstar's gone, the war moved on, The fleet that owned the place is gone, But somewhere sitting out of sight, Are hangars full of last week's fight. Podion, Egbinger, Misaba too, Irmalin's got something waiting for you, Don't ask why it's thirty percent down, Just take the contract and get out of town. Fire sales, fire sales, Someone lost a war, somebody makes a sale, Ships and modules, hulls and rails, Everything…