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Poetry




Delta Flight



Roger, Flight, this is Alpha One-Dash-One
Do you copy, Delta Flight?

Absolutely, Delta Flight
By god it's clean clear to Rheinland.

Roger that, Delta Flight
I'm showing green across the board, we are go
Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like we have a convoy.

Was on the dark side of the moon in Zone 22
In a Clydesdale, hauling chips
Two Mules and a Rhino forming up on me
And a Drone full of trade lane bits
Our nav was Leeds from Cambridge
About 10K from Cardiff Mines
I said Delta Flight this is Alpha
I'm going to punch the redline.

Cause we gotta little ol' convoy, rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta little ol' convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We're gonna roll this freighter convoy, across all known space
Convoy... Convoy...

Delta Wing, this is Alpha
You want to kick it up a notch?
You're dropping me right in your wash
Starting to take off my paint job.

By the time we hit the particle fields
We had eighty-five haulers in all
But there was Navy all over the jump gate
And those Brits were wall to wall
Bombers were ready to drop a cross-fire
If we didn't think fast we'd take hits
I said divert all power to your weapons, boys
We're about to punch through some Brits.

Cause we gotta great big convoy, rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta great big convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We're gonna roll this freighter convoy, across all known space
Convoy... Convoy...

You're losing chips out your port container, Delta Three
Negative on that, looks like those cheap plastic ones
I'm not too sure plastic counts as littering
Isn't that classified as debris, anyway?

We shot through Leeds' trade lanes
Gaining speed with every ring
Picked up a wing of Lane Hackers
And left them nothing but debris
By the time we hit Stokes
Those Brits were getting beat
So they had brought in some reinforcements
From the Edinburgh Defense Fleet
There were heavy fighters and gunships
And ships of every size
The tradelanes were packed with Brits
And battleships blotted out the skies
Well we redlined and hit the lane
With a thousand screamin' haulers
And eleven blazing fingers of God
From our forward CODENAME MAULERs.

Hey Delta Nine
You want to point those maulers somewhere else for a while?
They're starting to get close enough to scare me
And I need all the shielding I can get.

Well we blasted a path straight to the gate
And prepared to hit the jump
The Brits were shooting everything they had
And taking out haulers in clumps
I said Delta Flight, this is Alpha
I'm not in the mood to die
So we hit the gate at 400 KPH
I said let them freighters fly, over and out

Cause we gotta mighty convoy, rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta mighty convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We're gonna roll this freighter convoy, across all known space
Convoy... Convoy...

Delta Flight, what's your nav?
Omicron?!
Well we know what those lane parts are for, don't we?
It's been an honor, guys
But I'm gonna drop out for Kusari
Keep the micrometeors off your glass
And the law off your... tail
See you guys at Berlin
I'll buy you a sidewinder fang
I'm gone
Bye, Bye...






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