Straight Outta Pochven


You are now about to witness the strength of Triglavian salvage.

Straight outta Pochven — crazy salvager named D Sponge,
Creepin’ on wrecks like a ghost in a transport.
Warp in silent, probes on scan,
Loot the field clean ‘fore the fleet even lands.

No standings? No problem, I’m cloaked and cold,
Trig patrols watch, but I’m too bold.
Wrecks poppin’ off in the conduit storm,
Blue loot gleamin’, I’m breakin’ the norm.

Slip through filaments, duckin’ the fights,
Snatchin’ mutaplasmids deep in the nights.
When I jump out, no trace, no proof,
Just a hold full of riches and a smooth warp-boost.


Straight outta Pochven —
Another capsuleer talkin’ trash, I’ll warp ‘em in silence.
Straight outta Pochven —
Wreck ninja, no mercy, pure salvage violence.


Comms light up — “Who’s stealin’ my loot?”
It’s me, the one with the probes on pursuit.
MTU? Nah, I’ll leave it floatin’,
I’m in and out quick, Trigs still patrollin’.

Red stars glare, system’s twisted,
ISK piles high — can’t resist it.
Filament jump, scatter and fade,
Neutral in the system, I’m gettin’ paid.

The wormhole routes, my get-out plan,
Every hauler in Jita gonna understand.
I’m the salvager the fleets don’t mention,
But I clean up wrecks with surgical precision.

Straight outta Pochven —
From the land where Trigs don’t play nice.
Straight outta Pochven —
Ninja life, risk is the price.

Yeah, I’m that salvager you can’t detect,
Name in local? Nah, better check.
From Triglavian space to the nullsec gates,
Straight outta Pochven — I control my fate.