Hello again, Capsuleers! Aleksandra Quartz is here.
This second part of my poetic journey through New Eden is dedicated to the dark, brutal romance of space piracy and the notorious high-sec suicide gankers. Those wild wolves who fear absolutely nothing — not even security status or Concord. Hope you enjoy this aggressive pirate march!
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Shadows of New Eden: The Suicide Run
In low-sec domains do not look for a grace,
New Eden shows fangs in this cold, empty space.
The pirates of Eden are hunting for gains,
Their bullets are light, and the ice in their veins.
Way out in the sectors where laws freeze and die,
Where scanners stay mute and the radars just fry,
The hunter is waiting in shadows so deep,
While lasers are flashing to put you to sleep.
They laugh at the Concord, they laugh at the fine,
The wormhole’s black maze is their home and design.
The dirty old bars on the stations ignite,
Where everyone’s rogue and is ready to fight.
The targets are locking for profit and pride,
The wreckage of titans where lost souls reside.
The life of a pirate is poisoned but sweet,
For those who traded their peace for a fleet.
But even in high-secs where Concord is proud,
Where traders are flying safe under the cloud,
Right there in the gates, hidden deep in the shade,
The suicide gankers are making their raid.
They don’t care for status, security, law,
They look for a victim with profit to draw,
For someone who carries the wealth through the space,
To distant trade hubs at a dangerous pace.
Their volley is deafening, furious, fast,
The lasers are melting the hull till the last.
In just a few seconds, through sirens and wail,
They blow up the ship and they finish the tale.
They well know the price: their own metal will burn,
The Concord will spawn and destroy in return,
But death for a ganker is just a quick game,
If brothers can scoop up the loot from the flame.
They don’t care for police and its absolute wrath,
The suicide wolves on a predatory path,
They’re ready to burn in a corporate hell,
To stay as a dust where the old stories dwell.
In shimmering light of the systems so grim,
Where fear fills the Eden right up to the brim,
There’s nowhere to hide from the deadliest line
Of those who mock Concord and death by design.