Background:
(Slightly altered from Canon so that I can play a post Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance as a cyborg Raiden.)

It had been years since the events set in Pakistan, the World Marshal had been crippled with the death of Senator Steven Armstrong, who Raiden had killed with an impaling blade to the chest. However, nothing had really changed. War still happened, bombs were still thrown between countries and people still died as casualties of war every single day. It was never Raiden's intention to necessarily end war, but he had at least hoped he could throw a wrench in Armstrong's ideal America. However, that was far from the truth. One of the biggest threats to the world still existed, the Metal Gears.

Raiden went out on his own again, deeply considering the words of the Senator he had called "Bat-shit insane". Maybe he should have become his own person. Maybe Raiden was merely just a puppet for Maverick, for the government as a whole. After he grabbed his blades, Raiden would become his own man, no longer working for another's cause. He would truly fight for what he believed was right. Although, it goes without saying that becoming independent after these events would be no easy feat. He still frequently relied on Maverick Security's technology and staff to help execute his "missions". He would never truly be alone. Not with these damn augmentations.

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The storm had been raging for hours. Raiden sat atop a high-set building, robotic bodies piled up from the mercenary's recent killing spree. The war still raged despite the now aging man's best efforts. Senator Armstrong's ideology of a nation based off of a war economy and a survival of the fittest hierarchy had come to fruition. Weapons were being deported daily, Metal Gears still seen on the televisions across the globe. Many at Maverick (especially the Doktor Wilhelm Voigt) tried to liberate Raiden from this grueling life, however he always refused. "There's still more of those bastards out there!" He would always interject. There was no escape from this life. Not if the streets were constantly unsafe. Raiden was still seen as the man who assassinated the Senator of Colarado.

Suddenly, the always grey skies began to clear, allowing the pink and yellow glow of sunrise to pass through the streets, as if to shed light on a dark country. Raiden would stand as the clouds parted, taking in the scenery for a moment before questioning it's origin. The visor on Raiden's face would quickly snap shut over his eyes, giving him a readout of the land. Ordinarily, the temperature, time of day, and other worldly statistics would shutter over his face, however, then it would only read glitched text and warped lettering.

Quickly before anything else could have gone awry, Raiden would tap twice on the side of his visor to open his communications. First in line was always Boris. The call would ring for a moment before it was answered, however, the large Russian man was nowhere in frame, in fact all that was on screen was a bright, blinding light. "Boris!? Damnit!" He would shout before ending the call he would begin calling all his other contacts one by one. Kevin, Courtney, with no answer whatsoever. Even with their limited communication, they still would have answered, having a "Only call if its an emergency" system.

There was only one person left to call, the one person who Raiden trusted with cybernetic enhancements: The Doktor. He would call to receive an answer, the short man standing firmly and professionally. "V'at seems to be ze issue Raiden?" He would answer. Raiden would quickly (and quite rudely) snap back at the Doktor. "No time for chit-chat! My comms with Maverick are down!" The Doktor wore a stunned expression on his face. They were both aware of the communication rules, so how was this possible?! "V'at!? Z-Zat is impossible! What's your emergen-" Suddenly he would press his hand on his ear, getting call after another. This was not the only instance.

"Raiden you need to tell me v'at's going o-" Suddenly the burst of light would fill the comm screen, now covering the screen as it did for Boris. Raiden would stare in shock. "Doktor?! Doktor, are you there!? Dammit all!" All communication had been cut. There was no longer anyone he could call. Not that it mattered. In the distance, a bright beam hurdled in his direction, the same that had taken his company. As his visor was already drawn, he would unsheathe his HF Blade. He would hold a steady footing as he prepared to parry the beam in an opposite direction. But no matter how strong the cyborg was, the light won.