Officer Jones

Our missles, who art in launchers
Hallowed be thy payload
Thy warhead come
Our enemies be done
In low sec
As it is in Empire
Give us this gank
Our daily gank
And forgive us our WCS's
But we won't forgive them that use them against us
And lead us not into bubbles,
But deliver us from scramblers
For thine is the thermal,
The explosive,
And the kinetic
EM

And from the heavens rained heavy missiles as thousands of Drakes crested the horizon of the kingdom of God's might

... in the grim dark near future there is only WAR

"Beware the alien, the mutant, the heretic."