From Gollenkiy came a cry for help. The Mauler Wrath of Fate and two destroyers - the Reaver and the Raider were up against the Undead, and the Wrath was venting and open to space.

Near death the Fate jumps

So the ship wrights hammered and built a ship called Sorrow. Using lessons learnt (never copy the design above children - it's totally rubbish), the plans were laid and the battleship Sorrow was born.

She entered the system just as the Fate jumped, and supported the Reaver and Raider to hammer the foe. They pinned the enemies Terpes class Dreadnaught, just solar north of the frigid Gollenkiy IX. But the undead fiends had hidden many Bat cass cruisers inside the Gravwell. Darklight enhanced attack drones came spinning out from them, and the Sorrow was hit.

That ship called Sorrow

The fabulous Sorrow spun under the impacts, the captain and crew grew cold, for two habs were hit, and those poor souls had no pace to hide, and death came for them. The captain sat safe in the last hab, hearing the pitiful cries from friends and family.

And then the Mass Scoop exploded, and Opon, lord of luck, frowned. A tiny 10% chance of exposion. The fireball raced through the ducts, the pressure found a weakness in the bulkheads, and the last hab was atomised. Without crew the hulk seemed to warp, as in a heat haze, and the DarkLight left it, and the tide claimed it forever.

What more can be said, all is fair in Love and War.