So... I was playing Titanfall over the weekend and was like... "Wow... this is really badass... and so is RWBY!"
And just like that... a new fanfiction was born... so... here it is!
Disclaimer: I don't own Titanfall or RWBY (Just imagine this is here for every other chapter)
On a side note, if you want to have an audio book of this fanfiction, head to Powerhouse616 's Youtube channel where he is doing what is essentially a read of this entire fanfiction, so if you want to offer your support or read this in a slightly different way, drop by to his channel and you won't be disappointed.
Naughtbeast
Chapter 1:
Over the past year the Frontier had become a battleground for two great factions of war. The IMC who saw only to expand their empire and mining industry, accepting no resistance, and the Militia, a group of rebels who would not accept the iron grip of the IMC and would kill to escape them. The IMC forces on the frontier had been cut off from the home worlds, something the Militia took advantage of, but the Militia were low on munitions and they barely had enough fuel to keep their ships in the air. The fight on the ground was now focused on a key tactical point on the planet Ralia, the mining fields near the northern pole. They were being defended by a cadre of IMC spectres and heavy turrets, but that did not stop the Militia from trying to refuel. The current Militia fleet stationed over the planet consisted of 1 battle cruiser and 10 lower class assault vessels carrying Militia troops. One in particular was tasked with the take-over of the fuel lines… the Silent Prayer.
This ship was not of the ordinary run-of-the-mill transporter… this was captained by Demon. Demon was the Militia's #1 pilot, although only being on duty as a pilot for less than a year, he had racked up more rep that even the most seasoned veterans. Much to the chagrin of the higher-ups he was promoted several times and was commissioned his own private ship. He was revered for valuing the lives of grunts and would often go out of his way to minimize casualties, prolonging the mission much longer than the battle-plans had them set for. He was a master strategist, scoring a 137 on his IQ test, and would spearhead attacks against IMC bases. He always wore his helmet, never taking it off unless he was 100% certain no-one was watching. He had even installed a special mechanism so he could take off the lower piece, allowing him to eat without revealing anything but his mouth. The only people who had ever seen it were dead, even his old commander. Now however, he was listening to the orders of General Icarus, the helmsman of the idle battleship above the planet, the Descendant Hammar. Not even he had seen the face of the legendary Demon...
"Five minutes to drop Ladies, gear up and get ready" came the voice over the loudspeaker. Oh come on! Thought Demon as he looked up from welding armour plates onto his Titan. Demon was sitting in the armoury of the Silent Prayer, overseeing the repairs from his last battle, dressed in his combat attire, a stolen IMC rifleman armour set, painted with the Militia colours. He was currently finishing his upgrades on his personal Titan, an atlas class frame, covered in a much thicker armour plating than normal, four massive cluster-rocket launchers mounted on its shoulders and an accelerated chaingun was mounted idly on a stand. He had built his Titan from scrap metal he had found after battles and was quite proud of it, as it often proved to be much stronger than the factory built Titans of other pilots, but if it was destroyed it would not be rebuilt, however… that was not going to happen. He had attached every available upgrade onto the damn thing to make sure he would live through his battles. Electric smoke grenade-launchers, vortex shields on both arms, 3 separate nuclear generators, upgraded arm gyro's and even a new experimental auto-armour repair drones. His favorite part was the moniker he had earnt… DEMON. It was painted on the side of its arms and back, the paintjob was black and red, and it even had two devil horns painted just above the optics. He had more personalized Titans available for use but he found this one always got the job done. He turned off his blowtorch, placed it onto the nearby rack, and heading over to his weapons locker.
His personal LMG, Jackhammer sat propped up against the wall, a spitfire LMG with no scope but was loaded with his personal gas-jacketed rounds that costed more than his Titan, considering if he managed to get under the shields of an enemy mech it would tear the wires and mechanics into shreds in seconds. It was painted a dull black and red, like his titan, as were his other weapons. Gearing up, he clipped on his upgraded jump-kit, armed his wingman pistol and quick-fire sidewinder, slipping them into their holsters on his thigh and back respectively, entered his Titan and lumbered off to the deployment bay. As he entered about 300 grunts looked up from their lockers and stared. No matter how many times they had gone into battle with these titans they were still in awe of their pure power. They could smash down doors, survive a missile barrage, kill hundreds and not even get a dent. They would be mowed down with little thought and it was damn-near impossible to even touch it without the help of a pilot. The pilots were the driving force of the spearhead and would account for 84% of all casualties on the battlefield. He piloted the giant to its hanging rack, about 7 other titans sat nestled in the clamps, and prepared for drop. The grunts piled into the waiting drop pods and awaited the call from the general.
"Stand by for Titanfall…" The drop doors slowly opened beneath him and he prepared for the drop… the best part of the job. He looked below and saw the fight raging below. Hundreds upon hundreds of spectres lined the walls, autocannons firing up into the sky, trying to down the massive ship overhead. He said a quick prayer as the timer continued to count down in his HUD. 3…2…1 drop. The magnetic clamps grasping his titan released and he felt the stomach wrenching feeling of freefall. The sky sped past so fast that not even the optics in his helmet could keep up. He slammed into the ground, putting up his dome and assessed the situation. The dome shield would last long enough to divert the fire from the grunts and give them enough time to disable the spectres while he drew their fire… the only problem was the pods hadn't hit yet. He stood there, slowly watching the dome shield timer count down…
A crackle came up over his comms system. "Demon, the docking clamps on all but two of the pods failed due to an emp shockwave at the moment you were released. Sorry but you have no backup"
Damn. He looked around to find cover… a large rock was about a hundred metres away… he would barely make it. He saw the two pods streaking from orbit and using his black market AI, Sid, hacked their tracking systems to land behind the rock. The Militia did not care so much about black-market dealings, as long as they helped the battle with the IMC.
"Sir, the pods have been re-routed to the marked location" replied his AI Sid. "Estimated chance of reaching location with less than 50% structural integrity is very low"
"Yea, Yea…. Nice to know… Ok then, let's see if we manage to make it…" prayed Demon.
The dome collapsed and he activated the titan's dash and extra shields to avoid the first barrage of fire sent his way. As he sprinted, grenades, missiles and lasers streaked past his vision as he saw the shield bar depleting fast.
COME ON! Move you piece of junk!
He barely made it as he made it just behind cover as about a hundred bullets hit the spot he was in a second earlier, shields blipping an obnoxious red. Regaining his breath, he turned to see two squads of 5 grunts. Barely enough for the spectres to notice they were there but he couldn't just leave them here… they would be lambs for the slaughter.
"Ok then, on my signal you will sprint for the entrance to that wall and no matter what… Do not stop running" He turned back around, signalling to the door in the wall, and waited for his shields to fully regen before signalling them and walked out guns blazing. Sid took care of most of the aiming due to the advanced targeting system he installed and the defences dropped like flies under the barrage. Spectres were ripped to shreds as his 50. Cal chaingun went to work mowing them down while the cluster missile launchers turned the heavy turrets into flaming wrecks. He walked with the grunts as they sprinted for the small door, covering them with the colossal 15-foot-tall form of his titan. In the last few metres he mag-locked his chaingun onto his back and activated his vortex shield, absorbing the last-ditch attempt to kill them. They were out of view of the gun emplacements but he knew they would send units his way. He jumped out and set Sid to guard mode.
He went inside and met up with the grunts, hoping that they would be able to complete the assigned mission with so few. Two had huge archer missile launchers on their back, armed with carbines. The rest had various assortments of general guns but one girl had managed to salvage a Kraber sniper rifle from the weapons rack. This could work.
Wait a minute?... he recognised that sniper… she had managed to beat him at poker the night before on deck and cost him 5,000 credits.
"Kira?"
"Yea… what do you want?"
"Make sure to stay alive… I need to get my credits back!"
"Yea, yea… sure, sure… don't die yourself…"
With a nod he quickly walked over and hacked the nearest terminal with the help of his "Ice-pick" data knife. Pulling up the map he began formulating a plan… he would travel on the lowest levels until he made it to just under the command centre, when he would use his satchel charges to blow open a hole in the bottom. "Follow me and shoot anything that moves" not waiting for a response he began sprinting in the direction of the centre of operation, activating his stim to increase his speed. It was a minute before he encountered any resistance as he came across about 50 spectres jumping of their racks along the corridor. He opened fire with Jackhammer and even their body armour could not stand up to the torrent of lead, sparks flying as they were put to rest. A few survived as he rocketed past, utilising his parkour kit to jump through the hallways towards the command centre. The militia grunts slowly made their way behind, following the wake of chaos he left behind, only ever having a few spectres to put down, they were still in awe at the size of destruction a single pilot could do. Just as the effects of his stim ran out his HUD blipped, indicating he had now reached his target… he was directly below the command terminal.
Rosaline had been working for the IMC for less than three months now. She had about a week of basic training as a grunt then they sent her off to an outpost. She sat in the control room of a random outpost she had been assigned to as a revenge thing by her general for her 'supposedly' back talking as it was literally… in the middle of nowhere. For the first few weeks she enjoyed the peace and quiet but then she had sifted through the outposts database, not really caring, and had found they had over a thousand spectres stationed at this outpost! She had never seen so many in one place. Her commander had issued her an order to input code ALPHA217 when the base was under attack, not giving any further instructions… but now she guessed that she was a lot better defended than she thought. It was a particularly dreary day for her as it was getting boring and she wasn't even a quarter way through her set time frame for posting. As she sat drinking a cup of flat white coffee she saw something strange happen on the radars.
A tiny red blip had appeared on her radar and was slowly making its way towards the outpost… that was weird… well anyway the turrets would take care of it. As it continued suddenly as the radar reset the screen was practically a sea of red as hundreds of new signatures jumped into the radar. Completely panicking she hastily input the code and waited. She heard metal clanking of hundreds of drones deploying and even more defences come online. She ran over and put her desk in front of the door, as a sort of make-shift barricade, and she waited. Over the course of the next few minutes she saw there were heat signatures on the beach that were being taken care of by the spectres. There was one odd thing though… there as a single blip moving along the screen… and literally ever single spectre and turret was firing on it… yet it was not dying. Spectres were being taken out every second by this one blip… so she decided to take a look. As she moved aside the viewing door she saw something that made her blood run cold. The DEMON was here...
He stood underneath the floor, his HUD indicating a structural weakness in the flooring. He threw a satchel charge up and it promptly detonated, sending chunks of concrete everywhere. He used his jump-kit to jet into the room and surveyed it with his pistol drawn, Jackhammer slung on his back. The room inside was dark with little light provided from the computer screens, activating his helmets in-built red light torch. As he walked into the room he was just through the door when he was stopped by a pop-up message on his HUD. Secure link requested – General Icarus
"Yes General what is it?"
"Don't worry about formalities Demon, this comms is off-channel… which brings me to my next point. In the next 3 minutes, after our ships refuel, we will be firing upon your position to destroy those oilfields that the IMC control."
"WHAT"
"Well I would have done it earlier but… having the chance to take you out was just too-big an opportunity to miss"
"YOU TRAITOROUS SON OF A…"
"Ah… no it is you who was the traitor… you are not fit to call yourself a Militia soldier… you don't even care about the objective and jeopardize the mission every time you are put on the ground… see you in hell Demon"
"WHY YOU…"
Connection terminated
Hundreds of thoughts swirled around his mind... but only one thought rose above the rest.
Got to get out of here…
He casually strode over to the command console and quickly hacked into it with his data-knife, breaking all their 'advanced' firewalls. He was just about to bring up the armoury manifest when he heard something he didn't like the sound of. He felt a gun barrel being pressed to the side of his helmet and heard the familiar clicking sound of a pistol chambering a round.
"Don't move" came a feminine voice from behind him.
He decided that dying now wouldn't really solve any problems "So… I'm not moving"
"What that earpiece said back there… is it true?"
"Ummm… yea in about…" He looked down at the clock in his HUD "2 minutes and 43 seconds we are going to be blown to kingdom come"
He felt the gun get released from his head.
"Well then… might as well get out of here"
He turned around to his potential savior and saw a blond-haired girl staring at him, gun lowered to her side. She wore the usual IMC grunt outfit except she missed a helmet and appeared to have nothing else other than the side-arm. Her face looked at be about the same age as Demon, about 18.
"You're helping me?"
"Yes, leaving someone behind is just cruel… and we're both in the same situation"
"Ummm…"
"Stop gagging… is anyone else with you"
"I have a squad…" as he looked at his minimap he saw only one friendly blip other than Sid… "Well… used to… only one left"
He keyed into the comms system and contacted the lone grunt.
"Do you come in?"
"What?... is that you Sir?... this is Kira… Sir… their' all dead… damn suicide spectre got em… What are your orders?"
"Shit… make your way to my Titan… ASAP"
"Aye sir"
Cutting the feed, he looked back to his potential escape plan…
"So… woman… what are we going to do… clock's ticking"
She looked flustered for a second after being addressed as 'woman' but regained her composure and beckoned him to follow, before promptly moving to a separate door on the other side of the room and unlocking it, then began sprinting down the corridor. So, without another plan of action he began sprinting after her, keeping pace very easily with his enhanced physiology. After a minute they made their way to a metal door labelled 'hanger'. The IMC grunt walked up and began tugging on the handle before turning back to him.
"It's locked… we have to take…"
Before she finished he raised his pistol and pulled the trigger… blasting the lock off.
"Sorry… you were saying?"
Her flustered look returned and she stormed into the hanger… and he saw his salvation… a lone drop-ship sitting in disrepair in a corner.
"That… thing… is going to help?" he questioned.
"course it is… I repaired it myself…" she beamed proudly before walking over to it and running inside… the familiar sound of engines stirring filled the air.
He quickly comm-linked to Sid and informed him of the situation.
"Sid… get your ass over to hanger B, and make sure to bring Kira"
"Yes sir… ETA 34 seconds"
He disconnected the comms and jumped into the back of the dropship, just when the IMC grunt activated the engines and lifted off a few feet into the air.
"YES!" she happily chided from the cockpit.
"Should I be worried that you're happy that it turned on?"
"Shut-up and strap in… this may get bumpy…"
"Wait… I need to collect the other two members of my crew…"
"I thought you only had one?"
"My Titan…"
"WHAT! NO!... this'll barely get off the ground with that thing attached…"
"Well then… barely off the ground is just enough to activate the jump drives"
Growling she turned back to the console and waited. As he waited he remembered back to the good times in the Militia… when he would stay up till midnight with Curan drinking the night away…CURAN! YES!
He quickly keyed in the private channel to his ships channel and contacted Curan.
"Hey who got this channel… WAIT! Is that you Demon?"
"Yep… been left for dead by Icarus…"
"Well… umm… sorry for you… you know I can't do anything… I just manage the systems…"
"Exactly… I want you to jettison pod AC-243 and warp it to the co-ordinates that the IMC dropship heads to… then delete all logs of the warp"
"Ummm… ok… you do know that the pod is empty…"
"Yea I know…" He said as a grin found its way onto his face.
"Ummm… ok… I guess I'll see you later"
"Vox Humana… stay human Curan"
With that he ended the comms and saw Sid bust through the Hanger door holding the grunt in his hand, chaingun mag-locked to his back.
"Sir… we are here… anomaly detected, IMC dropship powering up… neutralization in progress."
"NO! Don't fire!"
"Sir?"
"It's our only way off this rock… just grab on…"
Sid grabbed onto the sides of the dropship, causing it to drop a few feet in the air, while holding up Kira to allow her to get into the back of the open door who quickly sat and belted up.
"Punch it!" yelled Demon as the back door closed and the dropship began lifting off.
"How long do we have?" called the pilot
He looked down at his watch and saw the time wind down to two-digits. "Not enough"
"What's happening?" questioned Kira.
Demon looked back to address her "Well… short version… we're going to be a crater in the ground compliments of General Icarus"
"Damn… I knew that you two hated each other… but seriously?"
"Well…"
"Enough chat back there… we're warping soon"
Sid appeared on the top right of his HUD and tapped into his comms.
"Sir… I am detecting large amounts of plasma charge radiating from the fleet's battleship, aimed directly at our location… should I activate protocol 4514?"
"Well… better safe than sorry"
At those words Sid hacked into the audio systems of the dropship and began playing the Demon's favourite song "Time of Dying". He causally unstrapped his harness and reached into his backpack and pulled out a small canister followed by a shot glass.
Kira looked completely vexed by his actions while the IMC grunt was still focused on the controls…
"Umm… what the hell are you doing?"
"Well… I always told myself I would die to this song… while drinking Champaign… want some?" he replied while pouring his drink and offering the canister to her.
"Umm… well… it's better than sitting here" She reached and chugged the rest of the drink and smiled as the taste set in. He walked over and sat next to her, grabbed her hand and pointed out the back of the clear dropship window. As her head turned she saw the first shots of the salvo… fire streaking to the clear ground that they were assaulting just a couple of minutes ago… It was beautiful… the sheer destructive power… the sheer awe of the barrage… the only problem was it was close… too close…
"I don't want to die…" she quietly whispered… the first onset of tears welling up...
"It's ok… everything is going to be ok… you'll at least get to go to heaven… there is probably a spot reserved for me in hell…"
Her face immediately shifted savage and she turned to face him.
"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT! AT A TIME LIKE THIS!"
"As a pilot… you prepare to give your life at a moment's notice... I don't really care if I die… no-one cares about me…"
She could only stare before collapsing back into her hands and audibly crying. Demon's vision began to be hazed by white as the warps set in, the weird thing was, instead of the normal bright white light that accompanied a warp-jump, the lights were red… red like roses…
As the orbital barrage began letting up, no-one saw the pod jettison from the Silent Prayer. It was nothing special, just an empty pod roughly large enough to hold 5 Titans, and it warped away, programmed to follow the dropship… to where-ever it was going to end up…
