To Hell We Fall
a titanfall fanfic
"i am so god damned tired of this war... i would almost swear both sides have forgotten what it first started over... but CO's would give interesting answers and a few dozen lashes from the whip in response."
-unknown-
"ON YOUR KNEES TRAITOR!" and here is where my thoughts turn from 'i may be getting out of this alive' to 'fuck my life' dropping to my knees my arms rise to the back of my head... looking around to see if i could MAYBE salvage this colossal cluster fuck i landed in... a frag hidden in the shadows beneath the truck they arrived in, a half empty CAR lo my left rear... close enough to be tempting but not close enough to make it...
realizing nothing was within reach i just sat there with eyes lowered, resigned to my fate... my mind turned back to when this whole thing started.
the IMC had landed on some desolate unnamed moon, and musta thought 'hey lets set up a refueling station here...
good idea... one problem... Militia had the same. damn. idea... so what does it boil down to? titan versus titan, pilot versus pilot and us poor riflemen huddling behind rocks, barricades, or what ever we can hide behind to avoid the wind that pushes even the smaller class titans around. good thing was, no Spectres could be used due to the temp. bad part was us wee riflemen could only sit and watch as more and more Militia Titans fell from above.
soon enough IMC was out manned and out gunned... standard situation until IMC command decided to nuke the hell out of that frozen wasteland. was a cute thought except we were still down there... titans pilots and riflemen... it was about that time us new people realized... hey we're expendable... thanks guys, i feel the love...
A Few Hours After The Bombing
uncurling from the fetal position, i realize one thing... the wind stopped blowing. strange i thought this place was supposed to be... oh... Militia cruiser... must have swooped in to save their guys but was caught in the blast... poor bastards...
last comms was about a possible temp bunker dropped 10 clicks to the south. one problem... there was a busted cruiser between me and said mirage. a little messed up but i hope they all died in the crash, i've had my fair share of bloodshed today.
only thing i could do to keep my meager lunch down was to not breath when i crawled into the hanger after a hour of avoiding fires bottomless pits and the occasional haywire Spec. as i made my way through the hanger i did my best to not look or smell the charred remains of the flight crew and occasional titan. i had almost made it across when some nagging feeling made me turn around.
there, leaning against the far wall was a wounded Militia pilot with a titan Leaning over him...
(how'd i do? if you want me to continue lemme know)