The Charge of the Frig Brigade

CHARGE

 

The Charge of the Frig Brigade

One more jump, One more jump,
One more jump onward,
All in the Nebula of Death,
warped the six hunderd.
‘Forward the Frig Brigade!
Charge for the gate’ he said
Into the Nebula of Death
warped the six hunderd

‘Forward, the Frig Brigade!’.
Was there a clone dismay’d?
No tho’ the pilots knew
Someone had blunder’d :
Theirs not to Teamspeak ‘why’,
Theirs not to Mumble ‘bye’,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the Nebula of Death
Warped the six hundred.

Drones to right of them,
Drones to left of them,
Drones in front of them,
Primarized and alpha’d,
Fired at with beam and shell
Boldly they flew and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Flew the six hundred.

Setting their mods hot,
using every slot
Gunning for the sweetspot
Charging a fleet while
All the universe wonder’d:
Plunged in the interdictor choke
Right thro’ the blob they broke;
The enemy fleet
Reel’d from the massive stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they flew back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Drones to right of them,
Drones to left of them,
Drones in front of them,
Primarized and alpha’d;
Fired at with beam and shell
While ship and pod fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All of Eve wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Frig Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

– an adaptation of Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade” by EVE player Don Aubaris.  This won an honorable mention in the PLEX for Parody poety contest.

 

 

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