RAVEN — C4-621 C-four-six-two-one. Raven. No past. No purpose. Just another weapon Fell through the atmosphere, red skies below, Another dead world with a price on its soul. Walter holds the leash, says the debt must be paid, So I dance through the fire in a six-figure frame. Metal on metal, let the targeting sing, I've got death in my hands and a ghost in the machine. They cut away the man, left the numbers instead, Now I earn my existence putting holes in the dead. No flag, no faith, no home to return, Just a cockpit of steel and a horizon that burns. Every contract's a coffin, every paycheck a chain, How much of me is left underneath all this pain? I am Raven. I don't remember who I was. Just a voice in the static and a weapon because— Someone gave me a number. Someone gave me a name. Now I'm caught between the silence and the sound of the flames. Then a voice through the Coral, something calling me near, Not an order, not a target, not another thing to fear. Ayre in the silence, asking what I believe, While the man who made me weaponized is telling me to leave. Rusty says, "Buddy," like I'm more than what I kill, And I wonder if a machine can have a mind of its will. Three paths through the ashes, three futures to decide, One planet on the trigger, one ghost on the other side. I've been bought, I've been broken, I've been buried alive, I've been running on a heartbeat they forgot to revive. But the hands on the controls are still attached to me— And the next time I pull that trigger, it'll be my choice to make. I am Raven. I don't remember who I was. Just a voice in the static and a weapon because— Someone gave me a number. Someone gave me a name. Now I'm caught between the silence and the sound of the flames. C-four-six-two-one. Mission status: unknown. Orders received. ...Orders declined. Raven.
