The grunt sighed as the blonde pilot joined the other pilots, the grunt returning to his broken squad once more, the two soldiers standing over the bodybag. "Who's going to lead us now?" asks Buck, unsure at this point as he turned to the grunt, who calmly stood over the body.

"I don't know Buck, I really don't" replies Jim as he frowned, turning to the approaching grunt, "Who's going to lead us?".

"I'm not sure" replies the grunt as he shrugged, turning over his shoulder to peek at the pilots who silently talked with one another, paying the grunts no heed.

"Why did it have to be him?" asks Buck as he lowered down, looking over the body of his former captain.

"I got the prick if it makes you feel any better" sighs the grunt as he turned around, back to them, "This goddamn pilot and grunt ordeals already becoming bullshit".

"You just figured that out?" frowns Jim as he walks beside the grunt, "Those assholes" starts Jim as he points at the pilots "Think we're lower then them, and we don't like that shit dude".

"No one does Jim, that's the problem" grimaces the grunt before the dropship lands onto the ground before them, the squad and pilots packing in quickly.

There was no talking besides from awkward coughs and awkward glances to one another, the grunts remaining quiet as the occassional whisper breaks from the pilots. "Who's going to tell Sarge's wife?" suddenly asks Buck as he turns to his two squadmates.

"I'll get around to it" sighs the grunt next to the door as he turned to face his squad.

"What are you even going to say to her?" asks Jim as he peers over, the pilots watching the conversation.

"I don't know Jim, I'll come up with something" replies the grunt as he frowned.

"You know she's going to freak out" speaks Buck as he looked to his temporary squad leader.

"I know, I just... give me a minute" frowns the grunt as he rested his face in his hands, looking down to the floor of the craft.

"Okay fine, just... when will you call her?" asks Buck.

"Probably tonight, maybe after dinner" sighs the grunt as he brought his head out of his hand, turning to his squad.

"Just make sure you be gentle, you know she's going to freak out" speaks Jim, the grunt nodding in turn as he looked out the glass, looking out into the stars.

"What's all this about exactly?" asks Weiss, curious of the talk.

"It's our squad leader" sighs Buck as he turns to Kyle, expecting him to finish.

"Our squad leader died and well, he was married so we have to tell his wife" sighs Kyle as he frowned, Weiss nodding as she turned away.

"Why do you pilots care?" asks Jim with a frown, showing his hatred of pilots.

"Hey, no need to be a dick about it" frowns Yang as she flipped Jim off, the two grunts next to him shaking their heads in disapproval.

"Fuck you! You guys think you're so special aren't ya?" boomed Jim as he stood up, his temper appearing.

"Well you wouldn't know asshole" smirked Blake as she looked away, not caring about the grunt.

"This is the type of shit we put up with everyday! Constant bickering about how inferior we are compared to you!" retaliated Jim as he took a step forward, standing a few inches away from the line of pilots.

"Well maybe if you guys aren't so fucking useless!" flares Yang as she stood up, standing slightly taller than the grunt as he looked up to her.

"Useless? Without us you wouldn't have your goddamn toys to play with!" frowns Jim as he stood onto his toes, matching eye level with Yang as the two winded their arms back, ready to pounce at each other.

"You two, settle down, and shut the fuck up" frowns the squad leader of the grunts as he stood up, pulling Jim into his seat as he stared Yang down, the pilot frowning as she sat back down.

"Asshole" mumbles Yang as she crossed her arms, looking out the glass.

"Bitch" mumbles Jim in turn, their eyes locking in hatred as they were ready to lunge forward and kill each other.

"What did you say?" asks Yang as she tilted her head quizzingly.

"I said, Bitch" smirked Jim as he stood up, stepping forward.

"I thought so..." trails Yang before she suddenly lunges forward, the grunt and pilot going at it as fists flew at one another.

"Hey break it up!" yells Buck as he stepped up, about to seperate the two before Blake punches him, "What the fuck was that for?".

"Don't touch her!" flared Blake as Buck began to throw fists, a full on fight breaking out.

"I swear to god I'm going to fucking kill you!" yelled Jim as he landed his fist across Yang's face, however the blonde showing her tenacity as she retaliated with a powerful hook.

"Alright break it up already" frowns the grunt who remained seated as he reached for the Hammond on his holster, ready to shoot.

"Get this bitch!" yells Jim as he shoved Yang backwards, the blonde landing onto the ground as he angrily stomped over, ready to finish her.

"Jim you better stay back" frowns his squad leader as he stands up, bringing an arm across his chest in an attempt to hold him back.

"This Bitch just hit me! Do you think I'm going to let her walk away with that?" asks Jim, his anger flared as he turned to the blonde who looked up to them in surprise.

"Do you think killing her is going to help?" asks his squad leader sensibly before he peers over Jim's shoulder, "You two break it up".

"She's fucking mental!" yelled Buck as he struggled to keep Blake off him, her arms barely missing his face as she had pinned him to the ground.

"You asshole!" yelled Blake as she continued to swipe at Buck, who had kept her above him out of her arms reach.

"Off him, now" frowns Kyle as he looked over, his gun in hand.

"She's not going to listen! Shove her off!" yelled Buck as he continued to keep Blake out of arms reach.

"Get away from me!" yelled Blake as she was shoved off, Buck being helped onto his feet, however Jim and Yang going at it again as the fists flew once more.

"You have to be fucking kidding me" groans the grunt's squad leader as he placed his head into his hands, shaking his head in disapproval as he walked over, Yang pinning Jim to the ground as she continued to punch him senseless.

"Ass! Hole!" yelled Yang as she continued to punch the poor grunt against the metal ground of the craft, the other pilots watching silently as she continued on.

"Umm... Yang?" trails Ruby, however Yang not turning to her as she continued to punch Jim, his nose already beginning to bleed as she pulled her fist back, blood on her knuckles.

"Stop it" frowns the grunt's squad leader as he grabs her from behind in a choke hold, pulling her up and back as she struggled against him, however his arm's positioning giving him an advantage as he held her easily, soon the blonde going limp as she had given up her struggles.

"The fuck's going on back there?" mumbles from the cockpit, Jim settling into his seat as he held his nose to stem the bleeding.

"None of your business, just ignore what's happening" was the response as the metal door clicks to signal the door being locked.

"She broke my nose!" complained Jim as he held his nose in pain, the blood flow not slowing down as it flowed out.

"You asked for it" retaliates Yang before she attempts to break from his grasp once more, however going limp again as his grasp only tightened, "Let me go".

"No" replies the grunt that held her back, "Last thing I need is you and him going at it again" as he moved back, pushing himself against the wall as he held the blonde against her will.

"Let go of my sister!" frowns Ruby as she stood up, standing before them as Yang smiled to her sister, however the grunt still frowning.

"And have her beat my squad? I don't think so" frowns the grunt in turn as he shifts slightly, allowing Yang to move a little more.

"I'm not going to beat your squad" frowns Yang as she looked over her shoulder, her lilac eyes meeting his brown ones as they stared each other down.

"If you touch anyone of them again, you'll be leaving this ship in a bodybag" threatens the grunt finally as he releases his grasp of her, Yang exercising her shoulders lightly before settling down in the seat, the grunt doing the same as they shared awkward glances occassionally.

"My fucking nose" groans Jim as the ship touches down in the hanger, the doors opening as the grunts flooded out in their squad, Buck holding Jim's hankerchief to his nose as they walked along, the squad leader holding onto all of their equipment with ease.

"You shouldn't have punched her" sighs Buck as he helped Jim along, walking through the corridors and passing a few MARVNs that stood on guard.

"How come you let the bitch get away with it?" asks Jim as he peers over to his squad leader.

"I don't think punching her is going to solve anything either" frowns Kyle as they walked into the locker room.

"Are you sure you didn't punch her because of something else?" coyly smiles Buck as he breaks away from Jim, beginning to remove his combat gear.

"Maybe he's got a little something for her" teased Jim as he began to remove his own combat gear.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, you just got your nose broken by a lady" retaliates Kyle as he dropped their equipment, beginning to pull of his vest that had saved his life.

"Ooo~ He does have something for her" teased Buck as he entered one of the showers, turning the water on as it rained onto him.

"What's next? Banging?" teased Jim as he walked into another shower.

"You tell me"

5 Hours Later, Titan Hangars

"Damn she took a beating" frowns Bakowski as he looked over the titan, massive holes riddled along as dents also riddled the titan, "This is going to suck ass".

"What do I do?" asks the usual grunt assistant as he looked to he nuclear core, "Check the core?".

"Damn right, I'll get started with the panels, just make sure to check the OS after the core" explained Bakowski as he walked to the other shoulder of the titan, bringing his welding mask down as he got to work.

"Great" mumbles the grunt as he walks to the core, opening the hatch open as the smoke flooded out, the grunt coughing and waving at the air in turn.

"The Core's smokin" speaks the grunt as he turns to Bakowski, who stopped welding and turned to him.

"Fucking A, you'll have to use the liquid Nitrogen to cool it down" sighs Bakowski as he pointed to the lift which had equipment riddled along the ground.

"How am I supposed to open it without freezing my arm off?" asks the grunt with a smile as he grabbed the blue container, walking to the core as he was ready to release the liquid inside.

"Pour it in" replies Bakowski as he lifted up his welding mask, ready to watch.

"Alright" sighs the grunt as he pops the container's opening, the cold mist flowing out as he began to pour the liquid into the core, a loud cracking and popping coming from inside the core as he finished off the container, closing the hatch as he steps back.

"Go check the OS, I'll keep an eye out for bimbo" jokes Bakowski as the grunt nods, jumping off the shoulder and landing on the cockpit opening as he climbed in.

"Alright, same as the last" sighs the grunt as he begins to wire the device in.

"External Drive Received, Performing System Check" pops onto the screen of the device as he leans back, looking out into the massive hangar, looking to the ground.

"There she is" sighs the grunt as the blonde stood below, looking up to the titan's shoulder as she looked like she was about to yell once more.

"Bakowski! Who's in the cockpit this time?" yells Yang, the welding above suddenly stopping.

"Same old same old!" replies Bakowski as he lifted up his welding mask, looking down to the owner of the titan.

"System Checkup 50% Complete" rings out the device as it continued through the system.

"Come on" frowns the grunt as he watched the device slowly load up.

"I'm coming up there!" yells from below as he turned to face the opening of the cockpit, eyes wide.

"Oh no" mumbles the grunt as he turns to the device, "Load up faster you fuck".

"System Check, 68% Complete" reads out the device as the sound of the noises grew louder.

"Who's in here?" beams Yang as she pops her head into the cockpit, catching sight of the lone grunt who was looking away from her,

"Goddamnit" mumbles the grunt as he turned his head, catching sight of the blonde who was peeking inside.

"Oh, it's you" sighs Yang as she looks up, "Bakowski! This is the same guy!".

"I told you that!" yelled from above.

"System Check Complete, Would you like to see details?" pops the device, the grunt turning back to it.

"Yes" simply spoke the grunt as the voice recognition software of the device activates, a massive list of the titan's operating systems popping on.

"Two Anomalies Detected. Loading Details.

Titan Core is overheated, require cooldown

Left leg is severly damaged, unresponsive" readed onto the screen, the grunt sighing as he removed the device and standing up, ready to go fix the problems.

"Where do you think you're going?" asks Yang as she stops him from walking out, grabbing him by the collar as he tugs him back in.

"Going to fix the problems" replies the grunt calmly.

"Who gave you permission?" asks Yang, smiling cheekily as she was toying with him.

"I did" replies the grunt as he took another step, however the hand pulling him around to face her, "Can you please let me get to work".

"Nope, I didn't give you permission, you don't do a thing" smiles Yang as she suddenly tugs him in closer.

"Umm, what are you doing?" asks the grunt as he attempts to step back, however she tugs on him once more.

"Sending you to work" teases Yang before she shoves him back, the poor grunt falling out of the cockpit as the sound of bumping against metal and a yell goes out.

"Fucking hell!" yells from below as she peeks over the edge, watching as the grunt she had just shoved back was holding onto the titan, dangling from the ground.

"Get to work!" teases Yang as she spits at him.

"That was what I was trying to d...AUGH" blurts out the grunt as he spoke, the spit goes into his throat, surprising him.

"Pfft!" blurts out Yang as she giggled, leaning over the edge precariously over the edge.

"Not funny!" yells from below as the grunt got his feet onto the titan, ready to begin moving to the busted leg.

"Oh shit!" screams Yang as she loses her balance, slipping over the edge and falling downwards.

"Oh no!" panics the grunt as his left arm shoots out, Yang's waist landing onto his left arm as it grasped onto her, keeping her from falling any further.

"H-holy shit" stutters Yang as she looked to the ground below, the grunt struggling as he kept her up.

"Oh this is going to suck for me" frowns the grunt as he leaps off the titan, falling first as Yang fell above him.

He lands hard against the ground before Yang lands equally as hard atop of his stomach, causing him to jerk up in pain as she looked around in disbelief, surprised she wasn't severely injured. The mechanics and grunts stopped what they doing as they turned to the duo who had fallen off the titan, the grunt pinned underneath the pilot holding his back in pain.

"My back" groans the grunt as he held his spine, his face locked in pain as Yang moved off him, looking down to him.

"I suppose I owe you a thank you, but don't think this means anything" frowns Yang as she rubs her own arm nervously, looking away from the grunt.

"So be it" replies the grunt in pain as he looked up to her.

"Oh get up" frowns Yang as she grabs his left arm, tugging on him as she pulls him onto his feet despite his protests.

"I can get up on my own you know" frowns the grunt as he pulled his arm from her grasp, stretching it out as the bones cracked.

"Doesn't mean I can't help" replies Yang as she crosses her arms once more, shooting dirty looks to any bystanders, causing most of the people to resume their activities.

"I'm surprised your willing to help a grunt" sighs the grunt as he placed his hands to his hip.

"What makes you say that?" asks Yang, "Seems a little to stereotypical for you to say that sort of stuff".

"It's the truth Yang, you pilots look down on us, I can't expect you guys to help me if I ask" frowns the grunt in worry, "And at this rate, you guys are going to kill each other.

"We'll win either way" smirks Yang as she watched him closely.

Suddenly his eyes flash in the light as it seems to grow more angered, "And then what? When there's no faction, what will you pilots do? The enemy will just hunt you down" suddenly flares the grunt as he grabs her arm, pulling her closer as his eye was locked on her surprised ones.

"Let go of me!" frowns Yang as she tugs on her arm, however the grunt increasing his grip as he stared her down.

"What will you do? No grunt is going to help you, and it seems that your pilot friends are too busy themselves!" angered the grunt as he points toward Crescent Rose across the hanger, Ruby being grabbed onto by Buck.

"Let go of my arm, or I'm going to beat you" angered Yang as she tugs once more, however her arm still locked into his death grasp.

"When you get past me then what? Maybe if you can learn to stop being a ass, I might let you go" frowns the grunt as his eye moved closer in, only inches apart between their faces.

"That's it!" angered Yang as she throws her right fist into his face, however his left hand grabbing her fist, stopping it inches away from his face.

"How 'bout it pilot?" frowns the grunt as he held her fist in position, refusing to let go.

"You prick" frowned Yang as she attempts to kick him, however weakly hitting his left knee as he still stood tall.

"This is beginning to get embarrassing isn't it?" asks the grunt as he smirked, his strength outmatching hers as he had a better position and grip.

"Let...Me...Go!" flares the blonde as she continued to kick him, however her efforts being in vain as he suddenly drops her onto the ground, pinning her down as he stood atop of her, "Get off me!".

"Why don't you treat us normally?" asks the grunt as he held her arms down, Yang feebly kicking her feet into the air in a struggle behind him.

"Your an asshole!" yells Yang as she was pinned down by the grunt, his face level with hers.

"Nah, I'm just doing this for the better" smiles the grunt as he continued to hold her down, not letting go.

"This fuck" thought Yang as she darted her head around, however the other pilots either too busy with their titans or being problemed by a grunt. She turns her face back to him as his mouth went on and on about the problems between the grunts and pilots, however Yang's mind in another location as she attempted to formulate a plan to free herself from his grasp.

"Until you can learn to treat a grunt with respect, this problems only going to grow bigger" frowned Kyle as he turned back to her, however Yang having a cheeky and coy smile on her face, "What's with the smile?".

"Let me go please?" asks Yang like a little girl, flaring a beauty look into her eyes as she looked into his eyes, feeling his grasp weaken.

"Can you atleast learn to treat a grunt with respect?" asks Kyle as he leans in.

"Of course" lies Yang into his ear as he nods, getting off her and dragging her onto her feet.

"Now get out of here" orders Yang asa she points away, Kyle nodding as he left, Bakowski returning to work with the welding torch.

The Mother Of Invention, Orbit Above Angel City

"We need more pilots" sighs the IMC representative as he sat down onto the head chair, watching to the group of high level military personnel before him.

"We have a list of possible candidates" speaks the man wearing glasses as he adjusts his glasses, the large screen behind him lighting up as a massive list of names popped on.

"What type of candidates do we need?" asks the representative as he raises an eyebrow, the scientist leaning over to one of the other men as he nodded.

"We have developed an experimental program for the new pilots, and we would like for you to pick through them" speaks the large man with scars riddled on his face, the representative nodding, "But of course, we need you to give the description of the type of person you want".

"Someone strong" speaks the representative as he playfuly raises his arms as he flexed his muscles, "Someone tough".

Half of the names move away as the list lowered down, the representative nodding as he scanned the names.

"Someone practical, someone tactical with logic".

Half of the current amount fades away as the names pack in once more.

"Of course, we need someone who can do the impossible".

"Then we can't provide that" sighs the scar riddled man as he shook his head.

"I was exaggerating, I wanted someone who can do his job with prejudice" sighed the representative as he leaned back in his arm chair, a few names disappearing.

"Someone mentally stable", more of the names disappear as 50 remain.

"Would you like to filter in grunts with take outs against pilots?" asks the researcher as he points to the screen.

"That would be excellent, place them in" speaks the representative as most of the names disappear, leaving ten on the screen.

"Titan takedowns" speaks the representative, half of the names disappearing.

"You have only five remaining to choose from, would you like to look through the psych reports?" asks the researcher as he pops on another smaller screen onto the massive screen, the representative pointing to a certain screen as it expands to take up the monitors.

"Ah yes, him" frowns the scar-riddled man as he realized who the representative was reading through, "Excellent in fights, a dumbass in reality".

"His IQ is under 100?" asks the representative as he raises an eyebrow.

"Correct" speaks the researcher, "He is a numbskull for the most part".

"Pass, and rid him from this list" sighs the representative as the psych report fades away, another psych report taking it's place.

"Buck Graham?" asks the representative as he raised an eyebrow.

"IQ of 129, clever fighter, listens to order, not one to give orders" speaks the researcher as the man nods.

"Place him into the program" speaks the representative as the name appears onto the list to the side of the screen.

"Next individual" speaks the researcher as a new psych reports pop up.

"Ramirez" speaks the scar-riddled man, "He doesn't talk much, I've hardly seen him even say a word, however excellent job in performing orders".

"Add him into the program".

"Ah, yes, this will certainly intrest you" smiles the researcher as the grunt's profile popped onto the screen.

"IQ of 134?" asks the representative as he straightens up, "What is he doing in the military? We can use him in R&D".

"He's a fantastic fighter" replies the grunt in blue and white.

"How about his mentality?" asks the representative.

"He's healthy for the most part" speaks the researcher as the representative continued through the psych profile.

"Any known incidents against anything?" asks the representative.

"He's been in arguments against the current pilots" responds the grunt in white and blue.

"Add him to the list"

That Night, the Cafeteria, The Enterprise

"Hey Buck!" yells the man as he walks in, Buck popping his head up and looking to the man, "The boys in R&D are calling for ya!".

"The fuck do they want?" frowns Buck, "Don't they know I'm eating?".

"I don't know, hey, your going with him!" replies the man as he points to the grunt next to Buck, the two standing up as they leave the cafeteria.

"The fuck do they want now?" complains Buck as they turn down the hall.

"Hey you two, head for the bridge, the CEO's awaiting for you" suddenly speaks the guard as they nod, taking a left as they began to head for the bridge.

"Okay, now this I gotta see" speaks Buck as the two shared a chuckle, passing by the range as the sound of gunshots from inside blurted through the door as it began to fade as they walked on.

"This has to be important" frowns Buck's friend as they turn the hall, the bridge at the end of the massive hallway.

"Do you think it has something to do with Sarge's death?" asks Buck as he turns to his pal.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure lord dipshit would call us for that" replies his friend with a teasing smile as they enter into the massive deck, a few salutes coming in as they walked down the platform the man in the suit at the end of the aisle facing away.

"Here and present Sir" salutes Buck as he stood before the CEO.

"Do you know why I called you here?" asks the man as he continued to face away.

"No sir" replies the grunt next to Buck as they remained in a salute.

"Well, you wouldn't know" speaks the man as he finally turns around, his icy blue eyes fixating onto the two grunts.

"Then why did you call us here? And cut the bullshit speeches" frowns the grunt next to Buck as he drops the salute, standing carelessly.

"Stay in position soldier" frowns the grunt in blue and white.

"Oh shut the fuck up Reimer, no one asked you a question" frowns the grunt as the other grunt shook his head in disapproval.

"Listen up assholes" frowns the man as he steps forward, cane in hand.

"Oh just say it" frowns Buck as he dropped the salute, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Your chosen".

"Wait, what?" asks the first grunt as he stepped forward, Buck joining him.

"You have been chosen for the experimental prog..." started the grunt in white and blue before a middle finger from one of the grunts silences him.

"Shut up, I didn't ask you" frowns Buck as he lowers his hand, turning back to the CEO, "Chosen for what?".

"Chosen for an experimental program to train pilots to new potentials" speaks the CEO proudly as he brought out a slip of paper.

"No strings attached?" asks the grunt as he stepped forward.

"Absolutely not" replies the CEO in reassurance, "Your training begins next week, head to the hangars by 5AM on Tuesday".

"Sir yes sir" sighs the duo in unison as they turn around, beginning to walk out.

"One more thing" speaks the CEO as the two grunts stop, turning their heads.

"Get used to the pilots, they're about to become your life-time partners".

Angel City, 12PM, The following Day

"MCOR's still in the area?" sighs Kyle as he began to load in the bullets, preparing for the battle.

"Damn right" replies Jim as he cocked back his weapon.

"Orders?" asks Buck, turning to his squad leader.

"We go in, guns blazing, Secure Bravo Point, and hold it at all costs" replies the squad leader as he loads in the clip, cocking the chamber back.

"Deployment in 50 Seconds, Ready up" instructs the MARVN onboard the dropship.

"Alright... let's rock and roll" smiles Jim as he brings down his visors, calibrating to match his pupil.

"Let's move Echo" smiles Kyle, the squad leader as he brings the visors down, calibrating the targeting system built in.

"Ready up" orders the pilot as he turns his head to the grunts on board, the sound of weapons clicking ringing out.

"Here we go..."

The backdoor opens as the grunts begin to jump out, landing against the ground and forming into their respective squads, ready to move. "Here are the pilots" sighs Buck as he looks up, the eight pilots flying overhead before slamming into the ground before them, quickly breaking and moving out.

"Where's Bravo?" asks Jim as they began to run along.

"Should be in the centre of the district" replies Buck as they began to pick up the pace, turning into a sprint as they moved down the road, teams of grunts moving along behind them.

"Fuuuck... is it in that building?" sighs Jim as he points to the building in the centre of the district, receiving nods from the two squadmates.

"Alright, you two move in from the front, I'll head in from the back" orders the squad leader as the squad breaks apart, the lone grunt moving to the left of the building.

"Tango on the right!" suddenly yells the enemy units as the sound of gunfire goes off, bullets rinkling around him as he ducked behind a wall, the bullets spraying overhead.

"Alright, let's do this...", the words that he said seconds before he rolls out into the open, engaging head on against the squad, however his move surprising the enemy grunts as his bullets spray into them, their screams of pain and splatters of blood ending with the final grunt collapsing onto the ground. "Not bad Lazer" teases a friendly grunt as he brushes past, the lone grunt smiling in turn before he runs into the building, the faint sound of gunfire audible.

"Die you fuck!" yells from overhead followed by the sound of the shotgun going off, the grunt entering the third floor as Buck stood before him, shotgun raised, smoke coming from the barrel, and a corpse of a dead grunt before him.

"Damn dude" speaks Kyle as he walks in, gun raised as they quickly scan the room, Jim joining them as they enter the uplink room.

"Alright, setup the uplink, we'll cover you" speaks Buck as the grunt nods, lowering onto his knees and beginning to establish a connection with Blisk.

"Uplink node activated, we're beginning to download the information" speaks Blisk as their image pops onto his visor, the grunt standing back up and bringing out his carbine once more.

"Why do they need this info exactly?" asks Jim as he turns to face his squad leader, who stood at one of the windows.

"Dunno" replies the leader with a shrug.

"Sniper!" yelled Buck before the familiar sound of the rifle goes off, the bullet shattering through the glass and slamming into Jim, killing him instantly as his pink and red matter spray onto the squad leader, surprising him.

"They got Jim!" yells the squad leader as he rolls away from the windows, the sound of another shot being fired and shattering the glass hinting to his narrow escape.

"Is it a pilot?" asks Buck as he presses up against the wall, looking to his squad leader.

"I don't know! Might be a spectre!" replies the squad leader as he wiped the blood from his visors, giving him a red tinted view of the room.

"He got Jim! We'll make him pay!" angrily spoke Buck as he pops his shotgun out the window, firing blindly before the rifle sounds off once more, the .50 calibre moving into the barrel of the shotgun and igniting the round in the chamber, causing a chain reaction as the gun explodes in Buck's hand, ripping off his left wrist. "My fucking hand!" angrily and painfully cried Buck as he moved away from the window, holding his torn wrist as the blood spilled out, whimpering in pain.

"Fuck!" yells the squad leader as he pulls Buck away from the window, propping him aginst the wall as he searched for something to bandage the wound.

"He fucking got my wrist, he got me" cried Buck in pain, his face in pain as the blood spilled out, beginning to pool at his feet.

"Stay with me here" frowns the squad leader as he snatches the first aid kit from the dead medic's corpse, looking through the items.

"Bandages..." whimpers Buck as his blood continued to pool , the squad leader beginning to tie the bandage at the stump of his wrist maniacally, the bleeding becoming stemmed, however the pain increasing.

"Alright, you're going to be okay" assures the squad leader as he places his Hammond pistol onto Buck's leg, "I need you to watch my back".

"It hurts... so fucking much" whimpered Buck, the extreme burning sensation in his missing wrist frightening and paining him as he grabbed the pistol with his right hand, holding it weakly.

"Okay, it's a pilot" frowns the squad leader as he pressed against the wall, a round slamming through the glass and into the wall.

"This...sucks" pained Buck before he fires the pistol once, killing a grunt who had charged into the room.

"Just hang on, we'll get you out of here" reassures the squad leader as he brings out a standard HE grenade, ready to lob it.

"Use the OS for the perfect throw" advices Buck as he looks around the room, his adrenaline kicking in as his vision brightened and took on a yellow hue.

"Visor, Calculate angle for throw" orders the squad leader as the visors go off, his vision becoming bluer as a blue outline of the angle is shown, giving him a path for the perfect arc on the enemy pilot on the opposite rooftop.

He quickly steps into the vision of the window as he throws the grenade quickly, jumping back as the bullet slams into the ground before him, the explosion rocking in smoke as a pained scream could be heard, "He's down".

"This is Blisk, excellent work on maintaining Bravo, keep it up, and keep on a look out, possible enemy titans are rolling in" orders Blisk, the grunt nodding.

"Enemy titan!" screamed a grunt from below before a green titan steps up against the window, surprising the grunts inside as they jump away.

"Stay quiet" warns Buck as he stares at the window, the titan paying no heed as the grunts remain quiet, pressed up against the wall.

"Clear the area" orders the masive enemy titan as it moves away from the windows, however a flood of grunts entering the room, to find a pair of lone grunts against the wall.

"Tango 12 'o clock!" yells one of the grunts before a bullet slams into his skull, Buck moving his pistol to the other doorway, shooting away.

"We have to hold this down!" yells the squad leader as the bursts from his carbine rings out, green grunts dropping left and right as their bloods conjoined along the ground.

"We have two stragglers!" yelled a grunt, however the sunlight coming from the windows becoming blocked out as the titan had returned, looking into the room.

"I got 'em" speaks the titan before it's fist slams into the room, crushing Buck against the wall and pulverizing Jim's corpse into a thick paste, the lone grunt managing to escape from the hit, seconds before it was too late.

"Buck!" yelled the squad leader in a deep sorrowed pain as his remaining squad member had been killed, "Where the fuck are the pilots?" yells Kyle over the radio, static and panicked yelling coming through as the enemy titan brought it's fist back, ready to finish him.

"Pilots are moving in!" faded from the chaos over the radio, Kyle diving out of the room with Sidewinder, however leaving his carbine as the titan destroyed the room with the next punch, obliterating his weapon as he began to fire Sidewinder at the titan, who brought up it's Arc cannon.

"Time to die punk" speaks the titan as it pulls it's weapon's trigger, the massive electrical arcs erupting from the weapon as the electricity bounced along, missing Kyle by a few inches as he backed up further.

"Suck a dick!" yelled Kyle as he flipped him off, quickly beginning to load up his weapon.

"I don't think so Grunt" smirked the enemy titan as the rocket salvos fire, the swarm of rockets flooding into the battered building as they explode on impact against the walls, knocking Kyle back as he collapsed on the ground, the building shaking slightly as the structural integrity weakened from the beating.

"Still alive asshole!" yells Kyle as the enemy pilot chuckled over his radio.

"A tough one isn't he? Cinder, finish him" smiles the enemy titan before it leaves the building's face, a new red,yellow and green titan taking it's place as it remained quiet, however analyzing Kyle and the smoke obscuring the building.

"Over here!" teases Kyle, willing to tease the enemy despite the situation he was in.

"Dumbass" mumbles the enemy titan before three red canisters bounce along the hall, Kyle looking down to it as it rested against his feet.

"What the fuck is this?" asks Kyle as he examines it, however the lights blinking rapidly as his eyes widened, turning to run as he began to sprint the opposite direction. The explosion rings out as the three canisters explode, knocking him down the hall and into the wall with a powerful force, the grunt laying on the ground motionlessly as his eyes darted around, his visor cracked slightly from the impact.

"Is anyone remaining in Bravo? The building's losing integrity!" yells over the radio, Kyle looking around in confusion as his left leg pained, Kyle struggling up before he lets out a cry of pain, a small shard of metal protruding his upper thigh, blood flowing out calmly.

"Asshole over here!" yelled the familiar male voice as the sound of metal clashing rings out, hinting to a titan battle outside of the building.

Outside of the building, On the street

Jaune's titan's fist slams into Cinder's own as the two went at it, Pyrrha busy with Roman's titan. "Give up IMC" smirked Cinder as her titan activates a particle wall, the massive wall shooting out of her titan as Jaune's titan falls backwards, suffering heavy damage from the sudden formation of the explosive wall.

"Jaune, be careful" warns Pyrrha before her titan takes a heavy charge from Roman's Arc cannon, frying parts of the system as her controls became less reliable, becoming more delayed and jerky.

"This is pathetic for an IMC pilot" smirked Roman before his titan dashes forward, slamming into Pyrrha's unstable titan, knocking it over. Pyrrha's titan drops it's Quad Rocket launcher, Roman's titan smashing it with it's weight as it stood on it. "Absolutely terrible" comments Roman as his titan began to stomp Pyrrha's titan, denting in the cockpit shielding, cracking Pyrrha's view.

"Get off!" yells Pyrrha as her titan activates electric smoke, the thick smoke's electrical component shocking Roman's titan as he dashed out quickly, Pyrrha's titan struggling to get up as most of it's components were damaged.

"I'm baaack~" smirked Roman before his Arc cannon fires once more, hitting the nuclear core as the charge causes a disruption in the system, the core's heat increasing exponentially as a small fire began.

"I got her!" yelled a pilot before he hops onto Pyrrha's weakened and confused titan, opening the core's hatch and rodeoing the titan, firing his carbine away as the fire increased in intensity.

"EJECT, EJECT, EJECT" yelled the OS inside the titan as Pyrrha ejects, flying high into the air as the blue light of the titan goes off, the enemy titans and the pilots fleeing as Jaune's titan struggled to get up from the ground, the cockpit battered.

"Oh no"

Inside the weakened building

From the hole in the room he was once in, the blue light shines in, hinting to the immediate danger he was in, "Oh fuck oh fuck" whined Kyle as he limped along, heading for the window at the end of the hall. The explosion booms out as the building's support pillars were destroyed in the explosion, the building's integrity becoming exposed as the building rumbled, the ground shaking as Kyle's blood trailed along the curvy path he took to escape.

"Get out of there!" yelled from the radio, hinting to his team's awareness of where he was.

"I'm trying!" yelled Kyle in return, quickening the pace as the sounds of cracking concrete and loud crashing behind him hints to the collapse of the building. He turns his head briefly as he limped along, the ground behind him cracking and collapsing closely behind as he moved forward in a struggle, letting out cries of pain as the metal in his leg pained him.

Another explosion rocks the already collapsing building as shrapnel flew past him, the building's collapse speeding up as the cracking increased, however the real danger still approaching.

"I'm so fucking close!" angrily spoke Kyle as he was closing into the window, however the shockwaves from the explosion shoving him forward as he stepped on his left leg, sending the metal inside into the bone, shattering it as he cried out in pain, stumbling out the window as he fell two stories, slamming into the sidewalk as the building leaned toward him, however his struggles to escape stopping as his energy had disappeared, letting into defeat. "Well, looks like this is the end" sighs Kyle as the building leaned in closer, however a cold metal hand snatching him up, however the finger of the titan sending the pipe deeper into his leg, however saving him from being crushed into a paste.

"That was close" relieves Yang as she had saved him from becoming killed, however noticing his bleeding leg as she grimaced inside the titan, beginning to head back to deployment.

"They killed my fucking squad!" angrily flared Kyle in her grasp as he looked around, his Sidewinder still in hand.

"I know, but the important part is that you're safe" sighs Yang as she walks into the deployment area, members of the company already standing about, awaiting for pickup as the battle had ended with the nuclear ejections and collapse of the central building.

"Hey she's got him!" yelled a grunt as he points to the bleeding grunt in her grasp, Yang setting him gently on the ground, as if he was a delicate porcelain doll that would've been shattered by a small breeze.

"We need a medic!" frowns another grunt as they notice the injured leg, the medics of the company rushing to him as they immediately began to perform trauma surgery.

Yang stepped out of her titan, jumping onto the ground as the grunts around her applaud her actions of saving a grunt, clearly a rare moment. Yang smirked as she enjoyed the moment of cheering and clapping, however turning more serious as she walked to the medics who surrounded the grunt that laid out on the ground, noticing the bloody pipe laid out next to them. "Your bones fucked" frowns a medic as he pointed out the damaged bones.

"I know" replies Kyle calmly, before turning to Yang, "Thank you, so much".

"It's nothing" replies Yang in a humble tone as she kneeled down to be level with the medics, "What's his condition?".

"He has severe bleeding, the pipe bursted the major artery in his leg, if we don't get him immediate medical attention, he'll be dead before he starts his training" speaks the medic quickly, continuing his efforts in stemming the bleeding.

"Starts his training as what?" asks Yang, raising an eyebrow as she began to help with the quick and immediate medical operation, shoving her hand into his leg as she connected the bones together, the other medics trying ot hold the bone in place.

"Don't you know?" asks a medic as he held the bone in place, on of the other medics checking the wound thoroughly.

"Know about what?" asks Yang, still not aware as she continued to hold the bone in place.

"He's going to start training to become a pilot, he's been chosen" explains the medic briefly and vaguely before he points to Kyle's face, his eyes nearing to a shut as the bleeding took it's tole, "Keep him awake".

"Stay with me" immediately starts Yang as she darted to his face, holding his head up as his eyes awakened slightly, still darting around in confusion.

"This sucks" groans the grunt before he lets out a yell of pain, the medics swearing as some blood shot out.

"Just keep it together" orders Yang before she smirks, "That's an order".

"Yang what are you doing?" blurts out from the distance, however Yang paying no heed as she had a duty to perform.

"Mam yes mam" jokes Kyle in turn with a light smile, which was quick to fade as the medics continued to work on the severely injured leg.

"You said you lost your squad?" asks Yang as she leans in closer to help move his head into a more comfortably positioning.

"Yeah, the fucks got the both of them" frowns Kyle as he looked visibly saddened.

"Awww, cheer up" smiles Yang in an attempt to keep the grunt away from shutting his eyes.

"How am I supposed to do that?" asks the grunt in turn, looking up to her with pained brown eyes.

"Maybe the fact that you will become a pilot soon enough?" replies Yang, the grunt looking a little brighter than he was a few seconds prior.

"Yang, I said what are you doing with that grunt!" yells Weiss, crossing her arms in disapproval.

"Shut up!" frowns Yang as she turns her head slightly, Weiss becoming quiet as Yang turns back to the grunt who laid on the ground, "Just focus on my voice".

"Can I sleep? I'm tired" sighs the grunt as he was about to shut his eyes and doze off, however Yang slapping his cheek as his eyes widened, frowning slightly, "What was that for?".

"Stay focused, and don't sleep, we need to get you out of here alive" frowns Yang, locked in a rarely seen state of compassion.

"When did pilots care about a grunt?" mumbled from the crowd of grunts surrounding the medical personnel.

"Since now" replied from the crowd as the grunts exchanged surprised talk about a pilot caring for a grunt.

"Well... looks like this can mark the start of a fruitful ending to the Pilot and Grunt dispute" smiles Kyle before he lets out a bloody cough, spraying some blood onto Yang's hand, "Sorry about that".

"It's fine" reassures Yang as she wipes her hand on her pants briefly, "Let's get you out of here".

"We're going to have to lift you into the ship" explains the medic as the pickup ship lands, the grunts not entering as they knew that the injured grunt had to board first.

"This is going to suck... so much ass"

Author's Note – That's the second chapter! I'll be alternating between my main fan fic and this one, just to make sure it's going to be fair, Thanks a lot for reading, Your pretty awesome!