She was born on Number Seven,
In the 17th Sigma of Heaven.



All was not well,
As fate cast it's spell,

On the year of Eight Hundred,
Seven was violently Thundered,
No Zoners could do to repel.



The blue ones they came,
They dropped their blue flame.

The station was broken,
Defences outspoken,
Amy never saw home again.



Her mother hid her away,
Corsairs had caused them dismay.

The day was not lost,
For the miners they crossed,
Soon scared the foolish pirates away.



Amy was safe once again,
The miners could now help sustain,

But there was but one night,
When the ladies they striked,
And poor Amy was lost once again.



They forced her to fight,
To the sisters delight,

Amy tried to surrender,
She was refused defender,
No matter how polite.



She hid and she ran,
From patrol and from scan,

She was tired and frightened,
Her thoughts were Enlightened,
By a nice warm fighting blue man.