This is my Bomber. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My Bomber is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My bomber, without me, is useless. Without my bomber, I am useless. I must fire my bomb true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he points me.
My Bomber and myself know that what counts in this war is not the Bombs we launch, the noise of our burners, or the tears we make.
I will keep my Bomber cloaked and ready, even as I am cloaked and ready.
We will become part of each other. We will...

Amarr: radar (yellow)
Caldari: gravimetric (blue)
Gallente: magnetometric (red)
Minmatar: ladar (turq)