"The test is over. From this moment on, you are a Raven."

To think it has been this long since I first heard those words spoken to me over 25 years ago, the day I completed my test to acquire what I had trained so hard for. To become a pilot of a mechanized terror, putting my neck on the line for some cash that entirely goes towards making my mechanical monster grow. The smell of freshly burnt steel from my energized blade slicing the enemy in two, my urge for battle only getting stronger with each successful victory and defeat that I manage to survive, it's a high that I can never get enough of. I'm just a servant, I'll go where the circle of cash flow takes me, it's only a job after all. It's nothin' personal, but it is my pleasure.

....however... work slowed down, and suddenly it seemed my services were no longer needed.

For over a decade, I stood idly by as the call for Ravens went silent as the night and I stared at my empty messages, desperation kicking in as I look towards other unsavory methods to keep my urges in check to no avail. What has happened? Were we made obsolete? What caused the interest to plummet so terribly? What am I to do? All I know is the thrill of robotic combat, I just can't understand it. How can my employer From Software just throw me away like this? I suppose they, and the world...didn't want us anymore. That's it then, guess you just can't beat the institute...

Then it happened.

I heard the notification. It was time to dust off my AC and get to work again...at long last after a decade of waiting, my calling in life has finally found me once more. My enemies will cower in fear as they hear my boosters approach as I barrel towards them like the devil that I am, my thirsty energized blade will find opponents to decimate into bits and pieces, and my gatling gun will have a reason to fire beyond just being a number that gets subtracted from my paycheck. This black and white world, screams for me to be the color red once more.....

With such a long and brutally boring pause in work, I'm surprised to find new blood amongst the ranks...greetings my newly born Fireflies of Rubicon 3... what shall I expect of you? Will you walk with the reapers, or burn with the saints? I look forward to sparring with you all.....I will see you in the Nest my brothers, sisters, and siblings...

Ten years was a long time to wait for more work...whatever it takes...whether it be ten, twenty or thirty years to get the next assignment after this, I will be waiting.....

.....and hungry for more......

....follow the buzzards....