Shaking Hands

Shaking Hands by Jita FM Years in small ships, fast and light, Burning through gates into every fight. Every hull, every gun, every skill to five, I knew every trick just to stay alive. Sold them all when the old thrill died, Empty hangar, one dread inside. A Zernitra waiting, cold and wide, A different kind of beast to ride. Subcaps burned through the gates ahead, We stayed untethered, capitals spread. Nothing moving, little was said, Just waiting for the call instead. Then fleet comms broke the waiting air, One command cut through the lair. Engines woke beneath the floor, Capitals…