Yes, i know it's short, but let me know if you guys are interested in reading this. and yes, unless you have played titanfall, or have at least some idea of it, this will likely not make sense. i will admit it now, weapons and equipment are two things i will not be going too deep into the descriptions of in this. i intend to write this how the games are, fast paced and violent. although i hope to get a good story going too!
"Chavez!" Chavez groaned at the shouted voice. Her head was already hurting as it was, and if she had any say in the matter, she would have decks the person shouting. "Chavez, come on, we gotta fucking move!" her brain finally kicked into action, her eyes snapping open. she was inside of a drop pod, but it was canted at an angle. There were only two other people still in the cramped confines of the pod, or more correctly, one and a corpse. The corpse was one of her friends, a fellow private in the militia. He had several steel rods punched through him, pinning his corpse into the pod. The other was her sergeant, who was yanking on the clamp holding her in. it took several tugs, and a push from her end, before it came loose. She couldn't pull her eyes from the corpse.
"Wha-what happened?" the sergeant violently shook her, gaining her attention.
"Got glanced by A-A on the way down! Now get your shit together! We're under fire!" she yanked her bullpup rifle from its clamp beside, her, nodding to him. "Alright, get ready to move. Covering fire!" now that she was listening, she could hear the booms and cracks of weapons fire. All of that was drowned out as a machine gun opened fire, dominating every thing else in her ears. She was starting to panic, not even hearing the sergeant shout to move, just following him. her pod had crashed into a building, having to scramble across concrete and steel to get out. Thankfully, it had crashed at the bottom of the several story building. Or more accurately, smashed through the side of the building until the ground stopped it. she could see a militia ship, far above them. Or at least, what was left of it. there were hundreds of burning shards, falling all around the area they were in, the bow section falling farther out into an empty field outside the small town they had landed in. there was at least a squad of troops, arrayed out parallel to the building in a defensive posture, firing whenever they could at approaching enemies, which she couldn't see, to busy hiding behind a piece of steel and concrete from the building. She saw a riflemen drop, clutching at his now bleeding neck. She tried to take a deep breath, peeking up and firing a short burst of fire from her rifle. It bucked violently, and she had no idea if it was even aimed toward an enemy or not, ducking right back down.
"Titans!" she heard the shout from someone, looking up to see streaks of fire racing toward the ground. At least twelve of them.
"They friendly!?" she heard someone else shouting, not even really sure as to who did.
"No fucking clue. Gibs! Get that Archer up and ready!" Chavez tried her best to fight down her fear and focus, popping over the rubble to shoot again, nearly freezing up as she actually saw her opponents now, a mixture between IMC infantry and Spectres, a type of mechanical soldier heavily used by the IMC. She managed to fire off another short burst of rounds, fairly sure one of the enemy soldiers dropped from it.
"Look out!" the shout preceded one of the balls of fire by only a second or so, it landing with a massive ground shaking metallic smash. Dust and dirt was blasted away from the epicenter, filling Chavez's lungs. She coughed several times as the dust began to clear, a black angular hulled titan standing from it's landing before them. Titans were giant walking mechs, almost like giant infantry suits in some ways, cabably of carrying a diverse amount of both mounted and hand carried weapons. The one before her was equipped with a massive machinegun, it's red 'eye' optic on the front of the bulbous pilot area sweeping back and forth across them as it gripped the weapon. Her eyes barely caught sight of the IMC symbol before someone shouted 'fire'. A missile lanced toward the titan, only for the titan to release it's weapon and hold its palm out, a teal hued barrier forming in the air between them. The barrier caught rifle rounds and the missile, Chavez barely ducking down in time as it released the captured munitions, flinging them back at those who fired them. She watched in horror as several of the people around her, including her sergeant, were gunned down by their own munitions, the missile trooper obliterated by his anti-titan weapon.
"Everyone, retreat!" she needed no second invitation, sprinting away from where she had been, toward the center of the small town. She heard the Titan's machine gun open fire, feeling the concussive waves off the rounds as they tore into soldiers around her. another burst landed all around her, tossing her about like a rag doll. She was shocked when she found herself staring up at the sky. She quickly patted herself down, looking for injuries when a shadow stepped over her. she froze, looking up at the titan as it stood over her. I'm going to die… She found her mind racing over every memory she had, from growing up on harmony, moving onto Demeter just as the fighting really broke out across the Frontier, her town being leveled by the IMC, and now, after a couple of years living on Harmony again, joining the Militia to try and fight the IMC. She only realized now how stupid of a notion that was. The Titan was reaching down to pluck her off the ground when something seemed to draw its attention. It's 'eye' looked up, prompting Chavez to follow it's gaze. Twelve jet black dropships were racing in, the titan raising it's weapon and firing. She could see the streaks of tracer rounds from several locations around the area, but none found their marks, the dropships ducking and weaving as they split apart. A pair of missiles streaked away from one, slamming into another IMC titan behind the one standing over her. the craft pitched up as it got closer, slowing itself down as ropes were dropped from the rear and sides, twelve soldiers in jet black armor sliding down the four ropes. The craft was still moving, a few cannon rounds pinging off the hull as the soldiers hit the ground, every single one tumbling. This seemed to have been a strategy, not a mistake, as the dropship disconnected the ropes and shot away, the soldiers all already on their feet. They were spreading out, a small dark object already thrown by one of them. She covered her face as the grenade went off, shocked when it had virtually no effect on her, aside from a faint pop in her ears. The titan above her on the other hand, stumbled back, rocking the ground with each step. She heard what sounded like rocket launchers, only quieter and dozens of them, seeing small rockets impacting on the titan, one of its arms severing as the armor piercing warheads ripped into the armor and exploded, blasting fist sized holes in the titan. It stumbled back and fell, lying still for a second before it fought to stand back up. Before it could, one of the soldier had run up on it, dropping a satchel charge into one of the many holes and diving off, so another could detonate the charge. She shielded her face again as the hull of the Titan was crushed in, the death machine lying silent as several short bursts of gunfire ripped out, shouts easily heard between the bouts of fire. One of the soldiers, wearing similar armor to her own, only jet black, dark glasses built onto his helmet and wearing a grey bandana over his face. The bandana had a wolf's face on it, covering where the mans face would be.
"Are you hurt?!" she shook her head and he grabbed her rifle, jamming it into her hands. "Then on your feet, this fight aint over!" before she could respond, he had grabbed her arm and used it to pull her to her feet. The area had gone quiet, and although she could still hear gunfire around her, it was all muffled. And yet, the soldiers around her now were far from relaxed, lying or crouched behind as they shouted to each other, getting reports on ammunition and injuries, which was all good from what she was hearing. Three of the troops had Sidewinders slung, a weapon system she had only seen videos of. She had been told it was one of the most versatile ant-titan weapons ever designed.
"Wait, who the hell are you guys!?" the man who had pulled her to her feet turned, an R97 submachinegun in his hands. He was the only one wearing the bandana, but all of their armor matched. Black chest plates, black uniforms, no shoulder plates. All but the three AT gunners were carrying small assault packs, likely filled with equipment.
"We're the Wolf Pack, and your new best friends, now lets move!"