[Verse 1] Oh gather ‘round the comms tonight, Where the static hums and the mood is light, For Yemen’s grinding day and night To fly the fleet’s new shine. With skill queues long as an Amarrian hymn, And abyssal pockets swallowing him, He fights the rats on a reckless whim To craft what we’ll align. [Chorus] So heave away, you capsuleers, Raise your cans and share your cheers, For friends who train through blood and years To chase that doctrine dream. With jokes and jabs and laughter bold, In comms where stories loud are told, This crew’s worth more than any gold In New Eden’s endless sea. [Verse 2] Now Miwa’s there with a teacher’s grace, A calm old smile in a chaos place. “Check your fit,” with patient pace, And wisdom free of charge. From resist holes down to the drones you pack, Miwa keeps Yemen on the track— A friend both kind and bold, in fact, A presence sure and strong. [Verse 3] Then Slim comes roaring on the line, With humor sharp as a pirate’s spine. Big of heart and twice as kind, A laugh that shakes the hull. “Did Yemen die again?” Slim cries, “Was it rats or his own ship’s size?” And comms erupt with rolling sighs— But the mood is warm and full. [Chorus] So heave away, you capsuleers, Raise your cans and share your cheers, For friends who train through blood and years To chase that doctrine dream. With jokes and jabs and laughter bold, In comms where stories loud are told, This crew’s worth more than any gold In New Eden’s endless sea. [Verse 4] And N Dash lurks with hunter’s grin, Collecting kills like precious tin. “Hold on,” they say, “I’ll jump right in— There’s targets on the roam.” With combat logs and wrecks behind, A sharpened edge in wandering mind, But still returns with tone refined To chat like back at home. [Verse 5] So there they sit in the star-lit void, A mismatched crew but overjoyed— With every fleet and kill deployed, And every joke well-timed. Yemen trains for shining ships, Miwa guides with calmest quips, Slim’s humor never once eclipse, And Dash hunts through the night. [Final Chorus] So heave away, you capsuleers, Raise your cans and share your cheers, For friends who fly through doubts and fears To make the void feel bright. For bonds like these no foe can break, No cyno trap nor wormhole snake— The doctrine shines for friendship’s sake In the dark of New Eden’s night.
