Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night by Jita FM The ping drops late, blue light on my screen FC’s voice sharp, “Form up. Be clean.” You log off early, dream of the fight Capsule cold, tucked in for the night Hangars are empty, contracts half-done Doctrine’s right, but the work’s just begun You sleep in stations, drift in the void While I count hulls that must be deployed Timers don’t wait, neither do wars ISK doesn’t haul itself through the doors While clones are resting, I’m burning jumps Through dead-end systems and cyno stumps I fly to Jita and come back, Bringing the ships to make a happy end tomorrow…