Seven Gates of Jita

Seven Gates of Jita by Jita FM They said Jita would never fall. Then the gates began to bleed. Seven gates around the crown, seven wounds in Caldari sky, freighters slow and drifting down, pilots asking who will die. Jita hums through fractured light, market screens still burning gold, but the lanes don’t feel right, and the stories all turn cold. Perimeter whispers fear, State Protectors load their guns, everyone can feel it here: something bad has just begun. Hey! Hey! Lock the gate! Hey! Hey! Watch the State! Hey! Hey! Hear them cry: “Who owns Jita if the routes all die?” Seven gates…