Five Minutes To Undock

Five Minutes To Undock by Jita FM Five minutes to undock. Five minutes, maybe less. The station hums around me, While I run the checks again. Guns online and loaded, Prop mod showing green, Ammo stacked in cargo, Drones packed in between. I check the fit I know by heart, Still read each line once more, As if some missing decimal Could strand me at the door. Comms are full of quiet jokes, Someone asks who's late, Someone says, "Just one more minute." FC says, "At the gate." But while the fleet is forming, My thoughts have slipped away, Back through broken systems To the fights of…