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DARK RAVENS / DARKRAVENS
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When empires rot and powers crumble, the Ravens gather.
The Dark Ravens were born in the black—fragments of shattered warbands, outcasts from dead fleets, forgotten clans that refused to fade. They came together in the silence between the stars, not to build, but to unmake.
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History
HISTORY OF THE DARK RAVENS
“What flies in shadow dies in flame.”
ORIGINS IN ASH
The story of the Dark Ravens begins not in triumph, but in betrayal.
In the final days of the Battle of Caliban, when the UEE Fleet enacted its brutal purge of outer-system rebels, a decorated strike pilot named LUTHER DEL MORDAINE made a choice that would seal his fate.
His wing received orders to obliterate retreating civilian convoys fleeing a collapsing station. Mordaine refused. His conscience overrode command.
For his disobedience, his name was scrubbed from Fleet records, and his ship — the Cold Echo — was sabotaged, left to drift at the edge of Nyx.
But he survived. And he remembered.
THE FIRST CALL
Mordaine fled into Pyro, where exiles, mercenaries, and broken soldiers disappeared into the static. But unlike most, he didn’t vanish — he built.
In the dead silence of the void, he whispered to those who had also been discarded. He spoke of the hypocrisy of empire, of laws that masked tyranny, of a return to older ways: blood, code, and vengeance.
He offered no salvation. Only purpose.
Twelve answered. The first Murder — a clan in the stars, not of them — was born. They donned black hulls, scarred with sigils and claw marks. They adopted the omen of the raven — watcher of battlefields, harbinger of endings.
And thus they became: The Dark Ravens.
RISE OF THE MURDER
The Ravens did not rise by politics or territory.
They became legend through precision and silence.
A Hurston smuggling ring, erased mid-jump.
A Crusader warcruiser, gutted from within by saboteurs in Raven ink.
A classified UEE blacksite, found derelict — its crew gone, its walls etched with burning constellation marks.
Each strike bore symbolism: claw sigils scorched into hulls, and always the image of a burning UEE star map — their enemies’ symbol turned into prophecy.
They became a myth of the fringe: a murder of spectral ships, united by The Call — a ritualistic signal pulsed through ancient channels, summoning Ravens to war.
THE VANISHING OF MORDAINE
After the infamous Ash Comet Ambush — where an entire UEE task force was wiped out in under 90 seconds — Luther Del Mordaine disappeared.
No wreckage. No distress. No final broadcast.
Some say he died, interred in his ship among the frozen debris of Pyro III.
Others claim he transcended into the Call itself — a voice now carried in static, felt only by those who listen.
The oldest Ravens believe he waits — aboard the Cold Echo Reborn — in some forgotten system, watching as the empire collapses under its own weight.
Whatever the truth, his name is law among the flock.
THE DARK RAVENS TODAY Now, they are shadow and flame. Their sigils have been seen in Tiber, Chronos, even on the ruins of long-dead Vanduul battlecruisers.They strike:
Corrupt enforcers, hunting civilians under the guise of justice
Corporate vaults and data ships, burning evidence and stealing black contracts
UEE black operations, exposing what was meant to stay buried
Rogue warlords, who prey on the weak in places where no law ever reaches
Each Raven ship is a monument — armor painted in ash, marked with ancient sigils, claw-runes, and constellation scars. They answer only the Call.
It is said a new Blackwing has risen, carrying a shard of Cold Echo’s hull — and with it, Mordaine’s legacy.
And the Constellation burns once more.
MOTTO
“We were the shadow you buried. Now we burn the light you hide behind.”
Manifesto
THE DARK RAVENS MANIFESTO
“We are the shadow you buried. Now we burn the light you hide behind.”
OUR ORIGIN IS BETRAYAL. OUR PURPOSE IS BALANCE.
We were forged from the wreckage left behind by empires, corporations, and broken promises.
We do not claim innocence — we are predators. But we are predators with purpose.
Where order becomes tyranny, we are interruption.
Where power goes unpunished, we are reckoning.
Where silence is enforced, we become the Call.
OUR INTENTIONS
We do not exist to conquer.
We do not exist to terrorize.
We exist to ensure that no system forgets the cost of unchecked power.
We strike where corruption hides —
– In military enclaves that murder in secrecy.
– In syndicates that sell safety to the highest bidder.
– In megacorps that starve moons for profit.
We do not apologize for how we strike.
Because the shadows we haunt were built by those who called themselves “civilized.”
OUR MOTIVES
We are not pirates in the traditional sense.
We steal not for greed, but for leverage.
We hunt not for trophies, but for messages.
Every raid, every signal disruption, every publicized strike is designed to break the illusion of control.
We weaponize fear, information, and symbols — just as the UEE does.
But unlike them, we do not pretend it’s justice.
We are honest in our threat.
OUR VIEWS ON THE VERSE
We believe:
The UEE is a dying beast, rotting behind the gold of its emblems.
Corporate loyalty is a leash sold as comfort.
The law is a tool for those who can afford to wield it.
The fringe is the last place left for the truth to survive.
We do not believe in peace — not because we want war, but because peace requires truth, and truth is what this system fears most.
We do not believe in nations — only in bonds.
Not in flags — only in marks.
Not in politics — only in action.
THE MURDER’S PATH FORWARD
We do not expand like empires.
We grow like stormclouds — in silence, until we strike.
Our future is not mapped.
It is felt — in the hum of corrupted transmissions, in the desperation of the exploited, in the pulse of the void where forgotten ships drift.
One day, the Constellation of Power will fall.
And when it does, it will not be because of rebellion.
It will be because those in the shadows refused to forget.
THE FINAL OATH
We were not chosen. We chose ourselves.
We fly not for profit, but for meaning.
We serve not a master, but a signal.
And we strike not in chaos — but in memory.
We are the flame inside the silence.
We are the hand behind the mirror.
We are the blade that was thrown away — and now returns, faster, sharper, and wrapped in shadow.
We are the Dark Ravens.
Charter
THE PUBLIC CODE OF THE DARK RAVENS
“Steel sharpens steel. Shadows honor shadows.”
These rules are not for comfort. They are for survival, legacy, and truth. They are not enforced by rank — but by blood and trust.
1. The Murder Comes First
When called, you answer. No excuses, no evasion.
You fly for yourself — but you fight for the flock.
2. Speak with Purpose or Not at All
Ravens do not posture. We do not brag.
Your kills speak. Your ship speaks.
Let them.
3. Secrets Stay Buried
What we know, we guard.
No location, plan, or member is exposed to outsiders.
Break this, and you are already dead — we just haven’t made it official.
4. No Blood Without Cause
We kill with intent — not chaos.
Random murder, griefing, or dishonorable actions outside clan doctrine mark you as feral.
And ferals are hunted.
5. Respect the Blade You Fly
Your ship is your shrine.
Keep it marked, armed, and ready.
A lazy hull is a dishonored soul.
6. Betrayal Is Death
If you steal from the flock, lie to the flock, or sabotage another Raven —
you are no longer protected. You are prey.
7. The Call Is Sacred
Only the Blackwings may issue The Call.
When it is made, drop everything. Join the strike.
No matter where, no matter when.
8. Keep the Raven’s Image
In public, you represent more than yourself.
We are shadow, not noise.
Dishonor in reputation brings fire to the whole flock.
9. Aid the Forgotten
We do not serve the Empire.
But we do not harm the helpless.
Civilians. Survivors. Children of war.
These are not targets. They are the reason we fly.
10. The Dead Fly With Us
Ravens do not erase the fallen.
We carry their sigils.
We mark their ships in our hulls.
And if their killer wears a uniform or badge — we burn it.
“One Flock. One Flame. One Fall — All Rise.”
These rules are etched into every Raven who wears the mark.
They are not negotiable. They are not forgotten.
And they are never broken twice.
