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Outgunned. Outnumbered.
But not out of courage.

In 1944, a small American task group known as Task Unit 77.4.3 found itself face-to-face with a vastly superior Japanese fleet led by Takeo Kurita. Destroyers and escort carriers — ships never meant to fight battleships — charged into the guns of giants to defend the vulnerable escort carriers behind them.

This song reimagines that moment as a space-faring legend, where tiny Terran escort ships face a colossal alien armada in the shadow of a dying star.

An electro-swing HFY anthem telling the saga of Norse warriors stolen from Midgard by an alien empire that wanted entertainment.

What they got instead…
was Ragnarök among the stars.

Forged in Old Norse verse, inspired by fornyrðislag meter, and packed with kennings and alliteration

A gritty battle ballad about the one moment in history where Union and Confederate soldiers forget their war long enough to fight something far worse.

What happens when an alien invasion lands in the middle of the American Civil War?
On a smoke-choked battlefield somewhere between blue coats and gray coats, the sky splits open and alien warships descend, expecting to conquer a divided nation.

They picked the wrong battlefield.

Rifled muskets load.
Cannons turn.
Bayonets fix.

And suddenly the most advanced invaders in the galaxy are facing something far more dangerous than technology…
19th-century soldiers who already survived Antietam.

During a forgotten border conflict, a lone Terran escort was assigned to protect a vulnerable convoy of merchant vessels. When a vastly superior enemy force ambushed them, protocol demanded retreat.

Instead, the Terran ship stayed.

Outgunned.
Outnumbered.
Out of time.

It fought like a cornered god—bleeding armor, screaming drives, firing until the moment it vanished in a nuclear blaze. The convoy escaped. The war moved on. History marked the ship as lost with all hands.

But spacers talk.

Years later, in battles where no Terran assets should exist, a battered ship appears. No transponder. No crew signatures. Hull scars that match a wreck long ago declared vaporized. It strikes hard, tips the balance, and vanishes back into the dark.

Some call it a ghost ship.
Some call it a curse.
Some refuse to say its name at all.

Among humans, it’s simpler.

It’s just a patrol that never ended.

A full-throttle HFY-inspired retro rock anthem about one lone battlecruiser captain, a drifting pleasure pod, and the kind of diplomatic situation they definitely didn’t cover at the Academy.