Stork on the Undock

Stork on the Undock by Jita FM Dock… undock… dock… undock… You keep peckin’ at the hatch like you own this block. Local’s loud, tether’s tight— But you’re about to learn what “space” feels like tonight. You orbit the undock, all smug in the glow, Bumpin’ hulls, talkin’ trash, puttin’ on a show. Trade hub vulture, station-game king, Dancin’ on the line where the sentries sing. You want attention? You want the stage? We’ve got a quiet little exit ramp off that rage. We don’t type much, we don’t beg, we don’t bark— We undock calm… and we undock Stork. Caldari steel and a cold blue grin,…