Birds of a feather will flock together, from Security Null to High, Cowards on Keepstars tether, in fear that their jump clones will die. Battles of few and battles of many are fought. With wars in lieu of pacts, as treaties are naught. Forever we fly through endless horizons, as we watch good men cry as they lose their ships like titans. Battles are lost and won, but bonds stay together like glue. There is one way I use my gun, that wil be the pew pew pew! o7