Shadow of the Orthrus

Shadow of the Orthrus by Jita FM In the fringe where silence bites, No beacon flares, no station lights. Scan was clear, but danger waits— A flicker, then it’s far too late. Disruptor hits—no time to plead, No backup call, no room for speed. And just like that, I saw her face— Orthrus, cloaked in endless space. Orthrus… Orthrus… Shadow striking from the black, Orthrus… Orthrus… Tracks your orbit, warps you back. Orthrus… Orthrus… Fast and quiet, cold and lean, Orthrus… Orthrus… No one lives to break that scene. Burned my mods, my hull held tight, Still she circled out of sight. Her rails…