(Static, distant sirens, a low synth pulse)

Kestrel Reach… Kestrel Reach…

…last call… last call…

Dust in the air and rust on the rails,

A nobody world where the Council fails,

Dome-lights flicker, thin-sky night,

Prayers in the bunkers, swallowed by fright.

Receipt stamp cold, “message received,”

They file our fear like a trick to believe,

Then the stars turn sharp, and the void turns near,

Pirate engines singing, “end it here.”

But we heard you, we came through,

One rough ship in a sky of doom,

They called us small, called us new,

Now watch what “probation” can do.

Between your home and their fire we stand,

With steel in our hands and math in our veins,

You wanted a lesson, Council? It’s true:

Humans don’t beg, we break right through.

Brine-King laughing on a throne of scrap,

Says, “Surrender quick,” with a predator’s map,

“Your Council forgot you, your screams don’t sell,”

He speaks like a sermon straight out of hell.

Captain on comms with a calm “No,”

No crown, no theatre, just steady glow,

We don’t need banners, we don’t need praise,

We just shut doors on a bully’s days.

But we heard you, we came through,

One rough ship in a sky of doom,

They called us small, called us new,

Now watch what “probation” can do.

Between your home and their fire we stand,

With steel in our hands and math in our veins,

You wanted a lesson, Council? It’s true:

Humans don’t beg, we break right through.

Chaff like starlight, a glittering storm,

Ghosts on their sensors, their fleet deformed,

Orders arrive late, courage turns thin,

They start to fight shadows and lose within.

A sweep of silence, lights go out,

Not death, just darkness, and panic shouts,

We don’t have to hate to end the raid,

We flip the breaker, and we hold the blade.

But we heard you, we came through,

One rough ship in a sky of doom,

They called us small, called us new,

Now watch what “probation” can do.

Between your home and their fire we stand,

With steel in our hands and math in our veins,

You wanted a lesson, Council? It’s true:

Humans don’t beg, we break right through.

He aims at the world when his pride runs dry,

A coward’s crown under a dying sky,

So we board that bridge like a closing door,

Cuffs click clean, and he’s king no more.

We patch their wounds while they curse our name,

Mercy like thunder, restraint like flame,

Then the Council watches, faces white,

As we say, “We were quiet, not out of fight.”

Yeah we heard you, we came through,

One rough ship in a sky of doom,

You called us small, called us new,

Now watch what “probation” can do.

Between your home and their fire we stand,

With steel in our hands and math in our veins,

Write it in record, Council: it’s true—

Humans don’t beg… we break right through.

(Choir fades into synth, heartbeat kick)

Minor world, major line-

Cross it once and you’ll find…

We were patient… not weak…

Kestrel Reach… we came.