So I've been playing lot's of Titanfall, and Titanfall | 2, and kind of got the inspiration to write this.

"Pilot? Pi-Pilot? A-a-a-ar-are are you okay?"

I heard cackling, and sparks as I laid in the cockpit, my eyes closed, and my head ringing. I groaned, and answered my friend. "Yah. I'm fine Sid, what about you big guy?"

"I am in c-c-c-critical condition. I will not be able to move further. I must u-u-u-up-uphold protocol three."

"Wait Sid no!" I said as I felt a small tube land on my lap, which I instantly grabbed not knowing what it was. That was when I was launched out of the cockpit flying into the air.

"Ouch. That was not the best moment to start with. That's me. The one in the air. My name is Pilot McKillin, and I think we should go back to the beginning quickly."

Five years ago

"McKillin! My office NOW!"

I stood over an ally who was laying on the ground his face bruised, and bloodied. His nose was bent to the right clearly broken. His eyes were swollen, and unable to be open. He left arm was limp beside his body dislocated, and his right arm was bent backwards at the elbow, and broken. I glared down at the man I had just beaten to a pulp, and looked down at my hands. My tan gloves had splotches of blood splattered across them. I stepped away from the man, and walked towards the entrance to the mess hall. Upon exiting the mess hall I walked down the long white hallway moving slowly towards my CO's office. Once making it to the office I stood of the large steel door, and sighed knocking on the door.

"McKillin?" came the deep raspy voice of my CO. Sighing I replied saying that it was me. "Get your ass in here."

I placed my hand on the pad to the left of the door about halfway down the frame, and opened the sliding door. I walked inside, and saluted before speaking, "Sir, I understand you are unimpressed with my actions in the mess hall but I have my reasons. I was protecting my friend, who was being harassed by the pilot I was attacking when you entered the mess hall."

"McKillin what is your rank?"

"Sir, I am a rifleman for the militia army fighting for freedom from the IMC."

"And you managed to take out a pilot? Who most likely has more training in both hand to hand combat, and weapons than you do?"

"Yes sir." I said proudly. He glared at me before saying something that would change my life.

"Good. I want you to train to be a pilot."

I couldn't believe it. I had joined the militia army two days ago, and already I would be starting my pilot training, in two days time. It gave me enough time to pack everything, and transfer to Harmony. I guess for once I'm able to thank being the youngest of a family of seven. My mother, and father gave birth to three sons before having my twin sister, and me shortly after. Being the youngest of my siblings I had to fight for basically everything, because of my three older brothers I learned how to hold myself in battle, and eventually learned how to overpower those stronger, and bigger than me.

"You're what?" My sister asked me her gentle voice coming through my computer as I video called her. My sister was gorgeous, she had bright azure eyes that were shown brightly encased in her dark eye shadow, and mascara. She had pitch black hair with went down to her chest. She had dyed the right side of her hair with streaks of deep sapphire blue. With the blue in her naturally curly hair it looked as though her hair painted the image of waves dancing against the night sky.

"In two days time I will be starting my training to be a pilot." I said a small smirk on my face.

"I'm so proud of you Mal," she said as our mom walked into the room.

"Hey Kelsey, its time for bed," she said quickly exiting the room.

"Okay, goodnight Mal," she said turning off her end of the call.

"Good night Kels," I said turning off my computer.

Hope you guys enjoyed.