DOTLAN EveMaps

Not unlike the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limps astride from land to land;
Here at our star-washed, hyper gates shall stand
A mighty fleet with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and its name
Spacefleet Asunder. From its beacon-hand
Glows galaxy-wide welcome; its mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin gates frame.
"Keep, ancient sov, your storied pomp!" cries they
With silent turret-flare. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, temptest-tost to me,
we lift our lamp beside your golden door!"

Now recruiting for Gallente FW!

CEO/Recruiter: Tiswit Smoothslayer
Public/Recruitment Channel: The Sun Spot