If I became a bitter vet, you were my chipper vet.
The rats from the beginning, we got along so well,
Playful dreams of the future and who we’ll be,
And the love we have, and always will,
And this poem, even after our pods are gone,
Will echo in New Eden, our eternal song.
The capsuleer I dreamed of, I saw appear,
And the moments we’ve had, and still will share.
The warps we’ve taken, and will take again,
Or in the gatecamps, when I'm you jammer,
Even through asteroid fields and pirate den.