Here I see them

Here I see them by Jita FM Local's quiet. D-scan clean. Then the ping hits: “Form. Now.” And I smile. Last night, late, the FC lit the spark, One line on comms, and it cut the dark: “Up ships. Get ready. We’re taking the fight.” From every time zone, they flood the night. Some are suits with daylight on their hands, Some are steel-toe workers, shifting plans, Some are students, some are ghosts from the roam But when the order drops… everybody’s home. Hangars hummin’ like a loaded gun, Safety green to burning sun. We don’t talk much no need to pretend, We just align… and we ascend. Here I…