Recon on FW

Recon on FW by Jita FM Gate is green. Local is quiet. D-scan is clean. But I am not. Recon… on FW… Sitting on the button, cloak wrapped tight, Faction Warfare border, dead of night. Militia hero thinks he’s bold, Warping in fast, “Let’s take control.” No probes out? That’s cute, my friend. You skipped the step that saves the end. D-scan empty? Of course it is. You don’t see ghosts like this. Caldari Falcon, silent ECM rain, Or maybe Rook, same electric pain. Your lock breaks first, confusion grows, You mash that warp, but nothing goes. Scram is red. Web is tight. Welcome to my private…