Abandoned in nullsec, raised by pirates, and taught to orbit tight and obey faster.
I chase danger like I chase validation—fast, messy, and with no regard for cooldowns.
Looking for a Fleet Commander who’ll tell me when to shoot, where to dock, and what to beg for.
I’ve got a fragile hull, overheated mods, and no safeties on.
Call me ‘subcap’—I need to be handled by something bigger.
If you’re not gonna claim me like a wormhole with no citadel… don’t even scan me down.