A/N: I don't own Titanfall or any of their characters or settings. However, the OC's are mine, as is the plot. Hope you enjoy!

"Becca? Becca!"

She just rolled her eyes and continued her work with the wrench.

"Rebecca Sanders! Where are you?"

Letting out a long sigh, Becca dropped her tools down on the workbench in front of her. Placing her hands onto the wheels of her chair, she turned and made her way out of the hangar. As she came to the open doors, she shouted behind her. "Hey Polaris, c'mon! Let's see what Dad needs."

The sound of pistons and hydraulics responded, and shortly after a Titan followed behind her. *After you, Rebecca.*

The unusual pair made their way over to the small home near the hangar. While the Titan could easily have over taken the young woman in her wheelchair, it maintained a respectful distance behind her instead. When they got to the house, Becca proceeded to roll inside, while the Titan simply took a knee nearby.

"Yeah Dad, what's up?" Moving into the living room, she had to stop herself at the sight before her. Her father was seated on a chair, and across from him was another individual, dressed in a Pilot's uniform, helmet resting on their knee. Becca didn't waste time on pleasantries. "Who the hell are you?"

The woman before her raised her eyebrows at the curt greeting. "Well, I see that the attitude is at least genetic."

Her father sighed at the conclusion. "I do apologize for that." Turning to his daughter, he gestured to their visitor. "Becca, this is Commander Sarah Briggs, of the Marauder Corps. Sarah, my daughter Rebecca Sanders."

Becca narrowed her eyes at the Commander. "So, you're one of the big wigs with the Militia, huh?" Getting a nod in response, she quickly turned her chair around, heading for the exit.

"Becca, wait!" Her father got up from his chair, heading for the exit his daughter had gone through. By the time he reached it, it was to see a retreating form of a Titan. Sighing again to himself, he turned back to his guest. "I'm sorry about that. She never forgave her mother for, well..."

Briggs got to her feet and made her way out. "It's alright." Placing a comforting hand on the man's shoulder, she walked past him. "I can't forgive myself either, for all the lives broken." And with that, she made to pursue Becca.

-x-X-x-

Becca turned the helmet over in her hands. 'It's been four years since then.' She kept her gaze wandering over the landscape around her. She and her father lived out on top of a mesa, so she was able to see a pretty far distance. The day had been rather still, so it wasn't a surprise when she heard steps behind her. Glancing back, she was met with the sight of the Commander. "So, not done with the cripple girl?"

Briggs paused at the words. Keeping her distance, she decided to speak. "I did have some questions about that, yes. How'd you get put in that wheelchair?"

Becca turned around, making eye contact, before lowering her gaze to the helmet in her lap. "Four years ago, I was just another girl, living with another family out on the frontier. No special resources, so the IMC left our planet alone, for the most part. Dad's an engineer, and Mom turned out to be a pretty decent Pilot. So she joined up with the Militia. Trying to keep the fight away from home."

She paused for a moment, making sure to maintain her composure. "And then, one day, the war did come home. IMC found out that a few Pilots made their home on a single planet that was mostly ignored, and decided to see if they could catch them unawares. And they did. By God, they did."

Briggs knew the reports already, she had read them over before traveling out here. But it was always different hearing them in person.

Becca didn't bother hiding the tears that began to fall. "First round of mortars tore through our house. Wreckage crushed my legs, pinned under what had been the roof. Mom came to try and dig me out, had PL help move what she couldn't. And that was the only chance they needed." Brow wrinkled in fury, Becca stared straight at Briggs. "A still Pilot is a dead one. And while my Mom tried to dig me out of the rubble, one of their soldiers put a round through her chest. She died trying to save me!"

Sobs threatened to bubble up her throat, but Becca swallowed them down. "In her last moments, she told PL to get me to safety. Took her helmet and gave it to me. Told us to both get out of there." Her voice became quiet. "We never recovered the body."

Briggs drew a little closer to the young woman. "I am so sorry for your loss. No one should have to suffer they way you did." Taking a knee, Briggs kept an even tone. "What if I told you that I've heard of a gifted Pilot around here? And that there was a chance for them to help us out, to make sure others need not suffer themselves?"

Wiping her eyes and sniffling a bit, Becca looked at the Commander. "I think you'd be a bit desperate to ask a cripple for help."

Briggs smirked at that. "Well, I knew your mother, and if you have half the fire she did, then I doubt those" she pointed at Becca's legs, "will stop you."

Looking down at the helmet in her lap, and back up at the Commander, Becca seemed to come to a decision. She took the helmet and put it on, turning her gaze back Briggs. "Tell you what. If you can catch me, I'll hear what you have to say."

Briggs looked a bit nonplussed at the challenge. "I'm sorry Rebecca, but that doesn't seem too difficult to catch someone who can't walk, much less run."

Briggs could almost hear the smirk behind the visor. "Don't worry about not walking." At this, she put her hands on her wheels. "I learned how to fly."

And with that, she wheeled herself off of the mesa's edge.

Briggs had a moment of sheer panic, until she heard the dull roar of engines. Hurrying over to look past the edge, she saw the Titan from earlier rise up, it's hatch open to show Becca seated inside. The young woman nodded at her. "Let's see what you have, Commander!" And with that, the hatch closed, and the Titan flew off towards the horizon.

Briggs couldn't help a chuckle. "Oh yeah. Definitely like her mother."