Scanners for Good

Scanners for Good by Jita FM O, I sailed wi' the stars on me warp-rusted keel, In an Astero swift, wi' no corp nor seal, Through the mouths o’ the sky where the k-space turns black, I chased ghosts in the dark, never once lookin’ back. Down the chain I did dive through the sighin’ J-hole, Where the nebulae weep for the capsuleer soul. Each ping from me probes like a bard's mournful call, Seekin’ Data or Relic ‘fore dangers befall. In the silence I found her—a Sleeper-run nest, Where the sparklin’ loot lies ‘neath the scanner’s own test. But behind yon horizon, hid shadows of wrath—…