Shut Up and Trust This

by Crankwave

After the death of her original pilot. An Ion class Titan DW-3850 is schedule to be linked with a new pilot. Fresh out of training. Jay Presley. She doesn't trust him, he doesn't trust her. They soon realize they need to brush off there differences if they are both going to survive.

1. Protocol Three

/RECORDING AVAILABLE/

/TRANSCRIPT FOLLOWS/

[Willow] They've got us pinned.

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[?] Willow [static] get out now.

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[Willow] I can't..Fuck...DW!

[DW-3850] Core reaction critical - Willow I advise you to eject.

[Willow] We are in this together [static] not leaving you.

[DW-3850] Protocol Three..

[Willow] I don't care what the damn protocol says i'm not going without you

[Explosion]

[?] Willow, Willow!

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/END RECORDING/

"Damn shame." One of the technicians said, knocking a wrench against the powered down Titan's leg.

"Heard she was getting a new pilot." Another technician replies.

"Already?" The first one raises an eyebrow. Willow had been dead for little over four days, and they were already scheduling for DW to be neural link with another pilot.

"I mean, she's still in perfect condition and we can't have something like her go collect dust just because her pilot is dead." He shrugs.

"Makes since, so do you know who they are?"

"Some new guy, fresh out of training to, Jay, I think."

The first technician whistles, gaze looking up at the chassis of the Ion Class Titan. Frame decked out in a sand camo paint job.

"How is she going to handle this." The second technician's eyes follow the other, looking at the Titan.

"I have a feeling, not that well."