The Price of Blue

The Price of Blue by Jita FM He joined us on a Tuesday night, Said he only wanted friends. Good voice, clean fit, learned to fight, Paid his dues, made amends. He hauled our fuel through winter pipes, He laughed inside our war. He knew the names of every alt, And who held every door. In New Eden, trust is currency, And everyone can pay. But some men mint their fortune From the things they take away. That’s the price of blue, The cost of letting someone through. A handshake in the hangar, A knife behind the view. You can lock the vault, You can scan the sky, But the deadliest ship in New…