Alrighty dear readers. It is time for my first official RWBY story. I took most of my inspiration from the fact that I can't find any good Titanfall fanfics, so I decided to write my own. You will notice that it isn't tagged for Titanfall because I didn't want to repel any readers. It isn't really a crossover, so it isn't deception. I just like the universe and setting. I digress. Let's get this story on, aight? Oh, and whiterose is the ship for you losers who care so much.

I own neither Titanfall(regretfully) nor RWBY(also regretfully).

Update schedule in the notes at the end.

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The first time Pilot Weiss Schnee had seen the girl was in a training simulation. They were both in a training program for pilot candidates and the girl was one of the youngest trainees, yet she was beyond most of them in skill. In an infantry-only team-deathmatch she was a force to be reckoned with. While everyone else was clumsily using grappling hooks to reach high places or placing down portable shields to snipe from behind, the girl in red had flashed around the battlefield, using every small motion to propel herself to higher speeds. One by one, Weiss's teammates had vanished in pixelated blurs as the red pilot tore them out of the simulation with well-aimed bursts from her rifle or few shots from her trusty revolver.

A few struggled to eliminate the high-speed death machine with smart pistols or arc grenades, but the girl always outsmarted them with cunning use of holopilots. Soon it had come down to a 3-on-1, with Weiss as the last survivor of her team. She was hiding out in a small shelter cursing her heavy sniper rifle as she lugged it to a window. She peered outside and spotted an enemy pilot running down the street on a wall. She aimed down the scope of the Kraber and pulled the trigger. The enemy went down noiselessly, yet their death was still marked by the resounding boom of the rifle.

Weiss jumped out the window and hit the ground with a roll before jumping to propel herself onto a wall. She sprinted down the wall and jumped into an alleyway only to run into another enemy pilot. The man grunted and fell over at the impact and Weiss stumbled over him. She threw down her rifle and pulled out her handgun. The man jumped to his feet with a dataknife in hand. Weiss ducked underneath a wild swing before putting a bullet into her opponent's knee. He cried out in pain and fell to his good knee cursing. Weiss finished him with a bullet to the head. He vanished into pixels and the white pilot went to pick up her rifle.

Someone landed a vicious blow to Weiss's back, right behind the kidney. She gasped in pain and stuttered forward as a second blow slammed into her other kidney. Weiss yelled in pain and felt her leg kicked out as a strong hand on her shoulder turned her to face the dreaded girl. A drawn back fist flew forward and the world turned black.

Weiss sighed as her pod began decompressing. She had lost the battle, to the red girl, no less. The pod doors opened with a hydraulic roar and Weiss stepped out into the SimBay. All around her, other trainees were chatting or looking at the scoreboard while they waited for everyone to decompress. A few people gave tentative waves her way, and some men even winked at her or made suggestive motions to her face. The girl huffed and grabbed her bag. She hoped to grab a shower and food before their mission briefing and overview.

The locker room was almost deserted save for a few faces that Weiss knew. An orange haired girl was chatting animatedly on her phone.

Weiss had met this girl on her first day. The girl, named Nora, was a living ball of energy. She practically never stopped talking and was almost always hanging out with her childhood friend, Lei Ren. He was peculiar, too. Ren was as talkative as a sloth, preferring to express himself through body language or facial expressions. When he did speak, it was usually to reprimand his overly boisterous girlfriend. No, not girlfriend, just friends. Weiss was quite surprised that they didn't have a relationship like that and whenever anyone tried to bring it up, both parties would deny it vehemently. Whatever, it didn't really affect Weiss either way.

Weiss gave her a wave and threw down her bag. Nora ended her call with a giggle and skipped over to Weiss.

"What's up Weiss?" she started. Weiss opened her mouth to give a response, but Nora apparently didn't intend for a reply.

"Well I was just on the phone with Renny," she started. Weiss sighed and tuned the girl out, nodding occasionally and adding a few words here and there to be polite. It didn't matter if she did that or not, Nora would consider it a good conversation if someone let her talk their ear off.

Weiss punched in her locker code it unlocked with click. She peeled off her boots and stowed them before grabbing her towel. She fed Nora a few lines to keep the conversation going as they walked to the shower. As they walked, all Weiss could really think about was the brand new pilot who had ravaged her team. Nobody had accomplished a feat like that, even outnumbering her forces two to one.

"How'd you do in the simulation?" Weiss was brought back to reality by Nora's question. She looked over puzzled.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?" The snowy haired girl asked tentatively.

"I asked how the simulation went, silly," Nora repeated. "I swear you are just like Renny sometimes."

Weiss shuddered at that comparison but composed herself quickly.

"I did pretty well. A couple eliminations here and there," she said. Nora narrowed her eyes and stepped in front of Weiss with her hands on her hips.

"Then why do you look so down?" she said in an accusing manner. Weiss froze up. Nora wasn't usually so confrontational or even serious.

"I-uh...I didn't-," Weiss stammered. She was cut off by peals of laughter as Nora's façade of seriousness vanished.

"Oh, I got you there. You should've seen the look on your face," Nora managed to get through her giggles. Weiss flushed and was annoyed at herself for falling for such an obvious trick. She felt relief at the same time. Nobody outside of the two teams knew yet. That would save Weiss a few minutes of humiliation.

"I already know how that new girl kicked your team's butt," Nora said as she composed herself again. At least, composed for Nora.

Weiss groaned internally. So much for a few minutes without being humiliated. "Y-yeah, she was pretty good at what she did. I don't even know what kind of weapon she was using," Weiss said. Nora nodded vigorously as they started to strip down for a shower.

"The overview said she was just using an R-101. Pretty basic if you ask me. Save for the extended mags and HCOG it is still a wimpy weapon," Nora filled in some gaps for Weiss.

Weiss was a bit taken aback that Nora had called the R-101 a wimpy weapon before she remembered what the orange haired girl's weapon of choice was. Anything was wimpy compared to the EPG, especially because it shot high-powered blast of energy that could vaporize Specters.

Nora then went off on some tangent about ranking the weapons, mentioning some famous pilot called Fizzy Promise or something like that who ordered the guns according to their utility. Weiss tuned the girl out once again and began her shower. The water was warm today and Weiss was thankful. Her sore muscles from this morning's PT had been begging for some relaxation and she almost moaned as they relaxed underneath the massage of water. She quickly skipped a bar of soap around her body and tried her best to clean her hair. Nora managed to finish quickly and left with a loud goodbye.

Just as she was finishing, the water stopped and buzzed angrily. Weiss swore as the heat vanished, leaving her shivering as a slight wind breezed by her. She groaned and pulled out a small token. She inserted it into a slot in the wall and the water turned back on. The girl quickly finished her shower and wrapped herself in the towel, trying to conserve any heat the water had imparted on her.

She turned the corner to get to back to her locker to change when she ran into someone. "Watch where you're going you oaf," she cried angrily as she collected herself off the floor, "If I didn't have training we'd both be dead with our brains on the flo-".

Weiss froze midsentence when she saw who she was yelling at. On the floor, looking terrified, was the girl in red. Weiss finally got to see her face. She was surprised at the youthfulness of it. The girl's face was shorter than most, leading to a cute childlike expression. Her hair was black but the tips slowly turned red. She was wearing a light pink tank top and short black short. The girl looked ashamed, almost scared and that look made Weiss's heart skip a beat.

Why the hell was she so cute? The girl in white wondered as her brain slowly shut down. Weiss kicked herself and her mind rebooted fast enough to warp a ship. Weiss let out a small huff and stalked off to find her locker. She had to do it to save face in front of her new rival. Weiss counted herself lucky that she even managed to keep her composure like that.

Quickly, as if dressing faster would make those thoughts go away, Weiss threw on her clothes and almost sprinted from the locker room.

On the other side of the wall, Ruby was wondering what the deal with the girl in white was. Surely, she was just mad that she had lost the last sim. Especially since Ruby had defeated her without a scratch. She shrugged and pushed the thought out of her head, moving on to picturing how she would describe her day to her older sister.

The water shut off and Ruby swore out loud.

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