Harmony, the Militia HQ. Home to many people on the Frontier. It's where we grew up, it's where we lived. The IMC has devastated and massacred many planets just to claim their resources. Foddering off people to the wildlife. Hope was lost, until the Militia stepped in. They were the only ones brave enough to stand up against the IMC and their cruelty against the Frontier.

The vicious battles were long, pain staking and brutal. Too many deaths to count and too many wins and losses. Pilots, the deadliest soldiers on the Frontier. Their quick mobility and skilled combat made them a force to be reckoned with. What make a Pilot different than any soldier on the Frontier is their Titan. Giant mechanized warriors paired up with only Pilots. When a Titan is called upon the battle field, a giant factor is decided on who will win the fight.

My name is Hunter Krow, a Militia Grunt. You may think us grunts are worthless, but we actually do decide a huge factor in the battle. I risk my life so my family and everyone can live peacefully. My dream? Become the deadliest Pilot on the Frontier. Eventually I became a Pilot, but under circumstances that I never really expected and not the way I wanted to become a pilot.

Location: Juven, Liter Galaxy

Coordinates: X – 70, Y – 819

Time: 23:48, 31XX

I've been in many operations as a Grunt. I've been in the Fracture Operation, the Angel City Operation, hell I've been in the ARK Operation. I've survived many operation, surprising I've never been killed. Many operations never surprise me despite the fact I've never been near death, no matter how hard I fight. But the mission takes the cake. During the Evacuation Op, I've had rescued as many civilians as I could. But during a search run, I was looking around a house checking every little corner in order to make sure I escorted everyone. Once finished, I walked out the front door, only to be surprised by a drop-in visitor. An IMC Ogre Titan, the Scorch Variation. Once I saw it, I scrambled quickly backwards, firing my R-201C franticly at the titan. The Scorch slowly stood up and began walking towards me. I thought, Oh shit, this is end… Fuck not now! Suddenly the Scorch was flattened. I covered my face, shielding myself from the dust. As it cleared, I looked towards my savior, a Vanguard Class titan. The Titan stared towards me then dashed off. I stared at awe, wondering what the hell just happened. I followed the Titan, hoping I can assist. As I reach the Titan battle ground, I fix my gaze upon dead pilots, grunts and destroyed titans. I look around to find the Titan who rescued me. Suddenly another Titan crashes. Sorry, TITANS! There were a number of them! 4 at least! I was blasted back into a stone wall and then incapacitated. Before I blacked out, I watched at the Vanguard was getting torn out there. Not acutally ripped apart but getting decimated. I slowly blacked out as the Titan was incapacitated, and then I blacked out…

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling very weak as I watched as the Pilots finish off the remaining Grunts, not even trying to check my body. The Pilots take a quick glance, making sure they didn't miss anyone, proceeded to embark in their titans and leave. I close my eyes just to black out later.

8 Hours later…

I slowly wake up, rubbing my head. I slowly stand up and look around the environment around me. I walk forwards, taking in all the destruction around me.

*Stk* *Stk*

I hear the static and turn quickly, unholstering my P2016. I stare at the Vanguard Titan, attempting to stand up. I relax my arms as it struggles, only to fall on its knees and opens the cockpit. A pilot falls over and his helmet slips off. I holster my pistol and rush towards the pilot. He coughs as he struggles to speak

"… Charlie, Zeta…" He coughs after those two words, then continues to speak. "Eight… Five… Four… Four…" I stare at the pilot as I kneel down beside him. The pilot suddenly grabs me and looks me dead in the eyes. "You… Take my Titan…"

"W-what?" I spoke I shock. Me? Piloting his Titan? I've never had any training on piloting a titan let alone training as a pilot.

"I've never had any training sir! I can't-" He stops me as he grabs me with his other hand, clutching as hard as he can.

"You have to!" He coughs, "It's the only way… You can learn...!" He struggles as he coughs blood. "You take care of… him…" His eyes roll up and his grip loosens. He falls flat on the ground. Dead…

"Shit… what the hell just happened?" I've become a pilot. With no Pilot training what so ever… It looks like I have no choice. If I want to survive, I'm going have to learn as I go.

Hey there! So I've been playing around Titanfall 2 (Get the game, it's amazing!) So I've decided to write my own story line! Please review on what you would like me to improve on! And good luck on the Frontier, Pilot!