A man in a maroon and yellow IMC Pilot's uniform walks along the desert, his helmet in his hand, He stumbles over a sand dune as a huge robotic being looms behind him.
"<Captain, maybe you should have reconsidered the details of your plan. Perhaps factoring in the need for water and food once you escape.>"
"Screw you, Mash."
The man in maroon, known as Captain Wyatt Martin Forrester, keeps walking across the barren wasteland, his Legion-chassis Titan designated Masher following him. The Legion chassis was very heavy and his chaingun is stashed on his back. Despite Wyatt's harsh treatment of his Titan, the two were great friends, with a bond that only experience can yield.
Thirty minutes later, the former IMC Pilot was crawling along the sand, barely able to move. Masher walked alongside him, looking around for any signs of help.
"<Captain, there is some movement onthe horizon, it is the Militia.>"
Wyatt opens his moth but doesn't say anything. Quickly, the two are surrounded by Militia grunts and spectres. The commanding officer shouts for Wyatt to raise his hands as the grunts' weapons are trained on him. He simply wheezes and falls to the floor, fainting from dehydration.
Hours pass by and Wyatt wakes up in a room tied to a chair. His uniform is intact, but his grenades and RE45 Auto handgun is gone. He coughs and looks around: the room is dimly lit with no windows and only one metal door. The only furniture is the chair that he is bound to and a table in the corner. It was obvious that he was supposed to be interrogated, and Wyatt tried to call to Masher for help, but it came out as a raspy sigh. Knowing that he was helpless in this situation, the Pilot waits someone to come in, nervous since he was never very good in anti-interrogation training in the Pilot Academy.
"<Captain, maybe you should have reconsidered the details of your plan. Perhaps factoring in the need for water and food once you escape.>"
"Screw you, Mash."
The man in maroon, known as Captain Wyatt Martin Forrester, keeps walking across the barren wasteland, his Legion-chassis Titan designated Masher following him. The Legion chassis was very heavy and his chaingun is stashed on his back. Despite Wyatt's harsh treatment of his Titan, the two were great friends, with a bond that only experience can yield.
Thirty minutes later, the former IMC Pilot was crawling along the sand, barely able to move. Masher walked alongside him, looking around for any signs of help.
"<Captain, there is some movement onthe horizon, it is the Militia.>"
Wyatt opens his moth but doesn't say anything. Quickly, the two are surrounded by Militia grunts and spectres. The commanding officer shouts for Wyatt to raise his hands as the grunts' weapons are trained on him. He simply wheezes and falls to the floor, fainting from dehydration.
Hours pass by and Wyatt wakes up in a room tied to a chair. His uniform is intact, but his grenades and RE45 Auto handgun is gone. He coughs and looks around: the room is dimly lit with no windows and only one metal door. The only furniture is the chair that he is bound to and a table in the corner. It was obvious that he was supposed to be interrogated, and Wyatt tried to call to Masher for help, but it came out as a raspy sigh. Knowing that he was helpless in this situation, the Pilot waits someone to come in, nervous since he was never very good in anti-interrogation training in the Pilot Academy.
A Militia pilot in all black with cyan accents opens the door and walks in before untying your hands and speaking. "You make any move to harm me and you die got it?" the militia pilot asks sternly before motioning to someone outside the room to bring in some water. Of which the pilot takes and unscrews the cap before handing it to you. "Drink in small sips, just because you're really thirsty doesn't mean you should drain the whole bottle in a few seconds, you'll end up killing yourself or getting really sick if you do."
I take the bottle and drink from it weakly, completely blind to my surroundings. The other pilot's voice is muffled, but I am able to make out some words. When my throat clears up enough for me to speak, I choke out in a hoarse tone, "Masher... My Titan... Where is he?"
I didn't know where I was or how I got to where I was. All I could think about was making sure that Masher was okay. Yeah, I know how cliche that is, but I honestly needed to know for sure. That Titan was more family to me than any of my actual family.
I didn't know where I was or how I got to where I was. All I could think about was making sure that Masher was okay. Yeah, I know how cliche that is, but I honestly needed to know for sure. That Titan was more family to me than any of my actual family.
"He's with my Titan, Saphira. He's okay, and he's getting a few upgrades and maintenance checks done." the pilot stated before he took his helmet off. "The name's Hunter, callsign Nightwolf." he says and you notice the wolf markings and patches on his gear.
(lol, sorry, i didn't get an email for the reply. oops.)
(Don't worry about it dude)
I nod, drinking more water as the hoarseness starts to subside. "Hmm. I'm Wyatt, callsign Ramen. Yeah, all of the cool ones were taken. Where exactly am I?"
I continue to shake off my dizziness as I look around the dimly lit room. I had a little feeling of where I was, but I wanted to make sure I was safe first. I mean, this guy Hunter seems pretty friendly; then again, I had been bound to a chair.
I nod, drinking more water as the hoarseness starts to subside. "Hmm. I'm Wyatt, callsign Ramen. Yeah, all of the cool ones were taken. Where exactly am I?"
I continue to shake off my dizziness as I look around the dimly lit room. I had a little feeling of where I was, but I wanted to make sure I was safe first. I mean, this guy Hunter seems pretty friendly; then again, I had been bound to a chair.
"You'r titan is also getting a data and AI upgrade, he'll be smarter than before, and be able to make faster reaction and analyze data faster. You're safe, you're lucky i got to you before the others did, they would of had you thrown into the brig and pretty much starved if i hadn't gotten to you first." Hunter stated and held his hand out to you. "Friends?"
(you there?)
I look up at the pilot and then at his outstretched hand, still not sure if I can trust him. "You didn't answer my question. Where is this place? Why did you save me?"
The truth is, I would love to be friends with this guy. But there was something that I was missing. There was something I didn't know. And I couldn't quite trust anyone until I knew the whole story.
The truth is, I would love to be friends with this guy. But there was something that I was missing. There was something I didn't know. And I couldn't quite trust anyone until I knew the whole story.
Hunter sighed. "I'm not one to punish an IMC operative who was just following orders. I saved you because you would have ended up starving to death in a lifelong sentence in prison. You are at my home on an uncharted world in the frontier where I made my home. Onky the higher-ups of the militia know of this place, as i'm a solo pilot."
I think for a while, then sigh and nod. I still didn't completely trust him, but he did get me out of a serious jam. So, I guess he couldn't be that bad. "Okay, friends. Wait, you said the higher ups of the militia? You're with the militia...Is there any way that Mash and I can enlist?"
I had seen a great opportunity unfold before me. The IMC tricked me, they made me think that the common people were the problem. They went through Titans like they went through toothbrushes, no care for a bond with them. But Masher was different to me. He was more family than my actual family in Angel City. I didn't belong with the IMC.
I had seen a great opportunity unfold before me. The IMC tricked me, they made me think that the common people were the problem. They went through Titans like they went through toothbrushes, no care for a bond with them. But Masher was different to me. He was more family than my actual family in Angel City. I didn't belong with the IMC.
(Sorry, got real busy.)
"Maybe, but it'll be while before that can happen. I might be able to pull some strings though." Hunter stated before reaching behind the door and taking a black Australian Style hat off of the hook there before putting it on. "Anyway, welcome to Omega."
"Maybe, but it'll be while before that can happen. I might be able to pull some strings though." Hunter stated before reaching behind the door and taking a black Australian Style hat off of the hook there before putting it on. "Anyway, welcome to Omega."
(you there?)
(Not to worry dude. Believe me dude, I've been there)
I get up and dust off my uniform, ready to go see my Titan. "Omega? Is that the name of this base or this planet or...?"
Meanwhile, Masher reassembles his chaingun while he awaits the return of his pilot. He was about as nervous as an autonomous robot could look as he looked at the other Titan. He didn't know if he could trust the other pilot and the Titan, even though Saphira seemed nice enough.
I get up and dust off my uniform, ready to go see my Titan. "Omega? Is that the name of this base or this planet or...?"
Meanwhile, Masher reassembles his chaingun while he awaits the return of his pilot. He was about as nervous as an autonomous robot could look as he looked at the other Titan. He didn't know if he could trust the other pilot and the Titan, even though Saphira seemed nice enough.
"Both, this is Omega base, the central Nightwolf battalion stronghold in the Militia. We named the planet Omega." Hunter stated.
Saphira, being the highly advanced AI that she was, was tinkering with her weaponry, making adjustments and cleaning it so as to keep it as pristine as possible and dealing as much damage as possible. Every once in a while attempting to start up a conversation with Masher.
Saphira, being the highly advanced AI that she was, was tinkering with her weaponry, making adjustments and cleaning it so as to keep it as pristine as possible and dealing as much damage as possible. Every once in a while attempting to start up a conversation with Masher.
I nod and walk to the door. "Hmm. They never told us the name of this planet. Anyway, I need to see Masher."
Masher refused to have conversation with the other Titan, staying quiet until he could assure his pilot's safety. Although he admired Saphira's courtesy, the large Titan was no stranger to captivity situations. Wyatt was his second pilot, his first named him Ares and was killed in action as a prisoner of war. The first pilot was quite old, about 38 when he was confirmed dead. Wyatt was young in comparison, but Masher really admired his sense of justice and valor.
Masher refused to have conversation with the other Titan, staying quiet until he could assure his pilot's safety. Although he admired Saphira's courtesy, the large Titan was no stranger to captivity situations. Wyatt was his second pilot, his first named him Ares and was killed in action as a prisoner of war. The first pilot was quite old, about 38 when he was confirmed dead. Wyatt was young in comparison, but Masher really admired his sense of justice and valor.
"we'll be headed that way soon, i want you to get some food in your gut before then. and As I said, the planet is named Omega, Omega Dawn to be precise."
I nod and straighten my specially designed tactical glasses, running a quick diagnostic of my Titan's systems using the holographic heads-up display. Everything operational. I close the diagnostic window and shut off the HUD, realizing that I was very hungry. I hadn't eaten since last night and I was just now feeling some stomach pangs. "I guess I could use a bite to eat."
After some time, Masher turns to Saphira while his chain gun is still in pieces on the flat ground. "Hello. I am sorry that I avoided conversation, I was worried about the well-being of my Pilot. I am a Legion-chassis Titan, designation Masher, assigned to Captain Wyatt Forrester. It is a pleasure to meet you."
After some time, Masher turns to Saphira while his chain gun is still in pieces on the flat ground. "Hello. I am sorry that I avoided conversation, I was worried about the well-being of my Pilot. I am a Legion-chassis Titan, designation Masher, assigned to Captain Wyatt Forrester. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Hunter smiled and gesture for you to follow before turning and walking down the hall, his boots not making a single sound as he walked.
"Ah, he speaks. I'm an Omega Dawn Advanced Vanguard Class Titan. The only one in existence, designation: Sapphira. My partner is Lieutenant Commander Hunter Aurelius Dracon of the Militia Navy. Don't let the rank fool you though, he's the equivalent and beyond of a Fleet Admiral in terms of skill and respect, as well as clearance level. He's one of those, I may be a lower rank but i can still kick your ass 20 feet into the ground. So nobody that's a higher rank than him pulls anything on him. Because they know it. He works right under Sara Briggs, and that's one reason why militia officers don't screw with him. The other i already stated." Sapphira said as her cyan visual processors glanced at Masher. She put her primary weapon back on it's holster and began tinkering with her right arm.
"Ah, he speaks. I'm an Omega Dawn Advanced Vanguard Class Titan. The only one in existence, designation: Sapphira. My partner is Lieutenant Commander Hunter Aurelius Dracon of the Militia Navy. Don't let the rank fool you though, he's the equivalent and beyond of a Fleet Admiral in terms of skill and respect, as well as clearance level. He's one of those, I may be a lower rank but i can still kick your ass 20 feet into the ground. So nobody that's a higher rank than him pulls anything on him. Because they know it. He works right under Sara Briggs, and that's one reason why militia officers don't screw with him. The other i already stated." Sapphira said as her cyan visual processors glanced at Masher. She put her primary weapon back on it's holster and began tinkering with her right arm.
(You there mate?)
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