Light The Cyno

Light The Cyno by Jita FM Scout reports clear. Fleet is aligned. Cyno up in five. Four. Three. Two… Jump. Jump. Jump. Keepstar shrinking in the rear-view black Scouts two systems forward, eyes two systems back Comms are clean enough to hear reactors breathe Everybody knows what nobody wants to leave A Sabre at the gate makes a garden out of blue Target call lands and the entire grid moves No medals in the vacuum, no mercy from the sun Then the fleet commander whispers: “Jump, jump, jump.” Cap chain stable, anchor tight Broadcast early, lock the fight Dreads enter siege, the grid ignites…