The Swarm

The Swarm by Jita FM Align… align… fleet, align… Check your guns, check your links… We don’t wait. We don’t think. We move. We’re ghosts in the pipes where the starlines crack, No map, no plan, no turning back. Frigs on scan like a scattered storm, Different fits but a single form. Rockets primed, rails overheated, Lasers burn where hulls get deleted. No doctrine tight, just chaos made, A thousand blades in a rusted blade. Tackle first, hold ‘em down! Jam their locks, spin ‘em ‘round! Web and scram, bleed their speed! Every pilot, every creed! We are the Swarm! We are the Swarm! No…