Failure to Align

         Failure to Align

Red alert! the surveillance channels warn:
An enemy's inbound, intent to gank.
Stay and salvage, or dock up? - I'm torn
And indecision renders my mind blank.

Targetted! my radar notes and sounds its horn
And in that moment, take it to the bank -
The red has got me locked; I am forlorn.
Of course my warp drive, scrambled, fails to crank.

"He's on me," I transmit as I'm dutily sworn
While facing death or loss of ship and rank.
But soon my dread fades - no need to mourn,
For the Stabber cannot break my hefty tank.

I scram him back, repaying his mistake.
He explodes in rue of solo attacking a Drake.