Tomorrow We Fight

Tomorrow We Fight by Jita FM Quiet stations… Cold metal halls… Local is calm. Too calm. Another day in space, Running sites, counting ISK Mining rocks, clearing rats Routine carved in steel and risk Markets move, contracts close Autopilot dreams again Normal life in New Eden Till the silence breaks… and then A ping cuts through the noise One line. One time. One call. Fleet command speaks slow and clear: “Stand down everything. Tomorrow… we go to war.” Tomorrow we fight! Tomorrow we stand! Tomorrow we choose The fate of this land! Tomorrow we fight! Tomorrow we rise! Tomorrow we conquer…