Letras
Just a simple cargo run, headed out from Bremen's Light
My navcomp said the jump to Nyx would be an easy flight
I got a hold full of cent-world goods, the pay was looking fine
Thought I'd be back at the station well before the suns align
But the quantum drive just sputtered, gave a melancholy sigh
And dropped me in a nebula as black as a dead eye
Oh, the warning lights are flashing, Q-T fuel is in the red
Oh, I should have stayed in Stanton, tucked up safely in my bed
Lost in Nyx, the starlight's gone, my scanners just a haze
Stuck inside this murky cloud for what feels like for days
No weed to save me, not a friendly on the screen
Just the ghost of Carla Larian, a silent sharp and keen
Then a flicker on the radar, a shape that makes you freeze
Oh, universe, please tell me that's just space debris
It wasn't space debris, my friend, it had a bladed wing
A vandal site, the kind you see in tales the barflies sing
It opened up with plasma fire, a terrifying green
The ugliest damn dogfight that this system's ever seen
I'm rolling, pitching, praying as my shields begin to groan
He's agile but he's clumsy, thank the stars I'm not alone
Got my own ship's angry spirit fighting me for the controls
And a dozen different glitches punching holes right through my goals
An alarm blaring softly in background, my shields are down
No, wait, they're up, the UI is a mess
Tried to launch a countermeasure, ejected my whole press
The bottle that I threw just blew my starboard fin
This morning I woke up and got ejected through the skin
My landing gear is stuck halfway, my chair is trying to kill me
Is this a vandal ambush or a feature, can you tell me?
I punched it through the chaos, left that duel to scratch his head
My ship is held together by a single hopeful thread
Then I saw it in the distance, a rock inside the ring
An OQV mining station where the lost and lonely cling
It's Lesky, bless its rusty soul, a place to lie down low
I'm finally safe, I think, now where'd my landing gear just go?