The Mordus Headhunters

The Mordus Headhunters by Jita FM Out of the Citadel, silence broke, With bastion rigged and shield bespoke. My Golem stood in Caldari pride, With missiles cold and drones at side. The call was sent: a Mordus raid, A contract steep, but glory paid. Level Five, the mission read— “Bring their Headhunters back dead.” Fire and steel, the Legion wakes, Scramblers snap and turret shakes. Guided fury in missile streams, The Golem roars through shattered dreams. Oh, warp me in, no fear nor shame, I’ll carve my story in their names! Headhunters fall, and wrecks will cry, The Golem flies, and Mordus…