Titanfall Zombies Episode Two

Neither I nor Bobby own Titanfall


Bobby Redshirt: I want to thank Golden Sheath for the opportunity to work with him to try out his knew idea. I hope you all enjoy the our turn based chapters. If you like my style of writing, please check out and review my other story Golden Sheath mentioned earlier, IMC's Winter Soldier. tank you readers and Golden Sheath.

Travis POV

Our bickering of weapon superiority disappeared faster than a blast of an Arc cannon. As the armory was well away from the command bridge, (Don't put the ammo keg next to the captain's chambers) we had a ways to hustle, Kax wasn't as fast as I was when we raced down the corridors. I delayed my pace just enough to let the old warrior catch up. Kax wasn't exactly old just old in the IMC.

Though I was conscripted into the IMC at the tender age of seventeen, Kax has seen many more combat missions than I have and had somehow survived the numerous defeats handed to the IMC by the Militia. He had to be around his mid twenty's. And if that ain't old I don't know what the hell is.

Well, except Blisk. He's a down right, fucking twenty-four foot slab of crust, with putrid cheese and then drenched in a in three day old piss bottle left behind the pub.

Kax and I were the last ones to get to the command bridge. A Specter signaled Vice Admiral Spyglass that all IMC pilot's were present. It gave us the order to proceed into the briefing room were the twenty-four foot slab of cheese mentioned prior was waiting for us.

Some of the Pilot's (including the shithead I had a fight with) were munching on biscuits to soak up the alcohol in there systems, others were rubbing there eyes to try and get the figments of space dreams out of there heads.

Commander Blisk stood up at the head next to Vice Admiral Spyglass and finished typing a message into his battlepad, he looked up and his steel, gray eyes met ours. His South African accent as hot as the Smoldering battlefields on Earth he was born on. Some Gray might have been coming out near his eyes from his imposing blond hair. The dude was also a prick, if the old man wasn't so jacked in the upper body and his military rank I would seriously batter his head in with a rock.

"Pilot's we have just received a distress call from the Beta planet Enjex, if you have never heard of it nor have any idea where it is, don't feel bad. It is one of the few factory planets we had managed to keep a secret from the Militia, aye. But despite our victory at Zone 18, they somehow managed to find it's location. The factory is extremely Important to the IMC strategy on the Frontier, The factories produce massive amounts of of Automated infantry, Titan's, Titan weaponry, Biological weapons and Goblin jump engines".

"The Militia have already began there assault but they probably know we are coming so they are holding the majority of there forces back in reserves as to not be caught in the open. Our mission is simple, people. Land right on top of the Militia, beat them back off the planet, and engage and destroy the Militia fleet in orbit."

"We have nearly a thousand Specter and grunt units coming down on the surface to back you up. But don't think you and your mates are invincible. The Militia has proven to be a worthy adversary far as illiterate as they are. Even though I don't like any of you that much, It looks bad on monthly reports going back to the board of directors if we have to many pilot deaths. So don't not be doing stupid things to get you killed. I'm talking to you Mercury."

We locked eyes as half the pilot's in the room turned to look at me, I have quite a reputation in the IMC I am known to do crazy if not downright stupid thing's on the battlefield, yet I'm always kicking ass while doing it.

I give Blisk my usual cocky smirk in reply, I could already seance Kax's eyes roll to the left as well as a few chuckles or sighs from other pilot's.

The moment was over and Vice Admiral Spyglass's gyros in his legs whirred as he stepped forward. It's voice linked with the speakers in the briefing room so the robotic purr of hid voice blasted into our ears.

When Vice Admiral Spyglass stepped forward and initiated telling us about the technical aspects of our operation, I saw a few pilots actually straighten up in there seats. What did they expect that fancy tin-can to do? Tell the board of lazy pilot's? I could hardly stand the IMC sometimes with their regulation bullshit constantly clogging up everyone's buttholes. But the IMC wasn't the Militia-and that is all I need.

Vice Admiral Spyglass, the successor after the deserter Marcus Graves, began to explain high command's plan in (his, hers, it's? Whatever the hell robot parts installed down there) voice. I could tell Spyglass was trying to dumb down the technicalities so much that even grunts could smile and nod there heads.

"As Commander Blisk mentioned, this planet is important to future IMC operations on the Frontier. Or main task will be to Secure the Specter and Titan facility's and production plants. Our secondary objective is to scuttle the biomedical and bioweapons plant next door after we retrieve the research documents. The planet is owned by a partner of the IMC, the EBP, the Experimental Bio Program, but I am sure they will not mind if we destroy their most expensive establishment."

That got a few laughs out of some of the pilots. One of them was me. Kax shot me a hot look out of the corner of his eye but I didn't mind. He can get as serious as he likes but we are the same rank so I honestly don't two spec's of crispy shits about his opinion. To many times Kax tells me, "Travis, isn't it time you started acting like a professional? Amateur antics like that belong in the Militia".

His criticism nearly bought him a big fat lip courtesy of my right set of knuckles, I knew I could knock him around easily since I found out about his apprehensiveness to close combat. But the guy was strong as a ox. he lifted weights just a few pounds below me despite him being older and he had proved his toughness to the battlefield.

Spyglass then continued, "Pilots, exactly five minites after our jump is completed we will be deploying Goblins to drop you off at the southern perimeter. This is where the resistance id believed to be heaviest based on reports from IMC personal who are holding out within the factories. The units in the main assault will include Jackson's Hammers, Sanders Black Balls, Jun's Savages and Copper's Hornets. A secondary attach force will be deployed with the first wave to provide support on the western perimeter. this includes Alonzo's Aztecs, O'Malley's Dogs and Rezetti's Double Fists".

Sergeant Rezetti's gave a cheer and a high five to his not-so-enthusiastic squad member. A young pilot named Private Jensen, only he was the only survivor of Rezetti's squad besides Rezetti himself. But the crazy dark haired barsted still liked the most dangerous missions. Spyglass had still not motioned my squad so I might be stuck in the reserves in case the Militia dragged this out into a battle of attrition. That made me happy but a little bummed. I hated missing a good fight, and the IMC was sooner to give an outpost up to conserve what they rather had than fight for every square inch the Militia cared to bleed over. Yet, this planet sounded pretty important to high command, so much to deploy a majority of their Human pilots, a valuable, dwindling resource of the IMC. Spyglass then finished the plan.

"Sergeant Reynoso and her Crows until will be separated from the main attack force to gather the research data from the EBP headquarters then destroy the facility. The IMS Collosus will make the jump alongside the fleet exactly twenty-two minutes. You have that time Sergeants to prepare your pilots are prep your Titan load outs. Are there any further questions?"

Of course no one asked a question. My question was kill for a hefty bonus from the board of directors?

"You heard the boss, pilots, ready up!" Blisk held his clenched fists and we cleared out of the briefing room.

Reynoso waited for all of our Crows to come to roost not far from the command bridge. Eight of us were gathered in our sliver IMC pilots jackets with the bird emblazoned on our shoulders. There was me, Kax, Alice who was Kax's girlfriend, she was holding his hand, Harris, some badass gay dude, Jennina, a woman I actually come to respect, Ricard, a crazy red head and Onely who was just some new guy to our squad.

Sergeant Reynoso called us to attention

"Senores and senoras, we are going to be separate from the main attack force so I want everyone to be traveling light for speed. I can't tell you what we need to take but we need to be moving faster than usual, pilots. I want us to get into EBP get the information downloaded, and get the hell out of there. We have no reason to linger any longer than we have to. I've updated my Titan load out suggestions to your pilot helmets. Since we won't be calling our titan's down until later, I see a good opportunity to flank the Militia and roll them up like a carpet. That's why I want to get the info and dejamos. Any questions?.

Ricard raised his thick, muscular hand. His grew his long red hair longer than IMC regulation length but his massive shoulders dared any officer to contest him. "Sergeant" he said in a low growl, "Do we know if the Militia has infiltrated the bio weapons buildings yet? I don't like traps of that kind."

"As far as we know Ricard, no. But the situation on the ground is changing every second until we arrive. My suggestion is to stay frosty".

Jennina raised her hand

"Yes, Jennina?"

"Will there be any automated building defenses?, with valuable data there are extra security precautions"

"That is a good question...I will check up with Commander Blisk to see if he knows anymore about building defenses"

"Any more questions?"

"Yeah I got a question" I reply

"What is it Travis?"

"I know were fighting Militia, but what are the quality of the troops they got down there? will they just be regular grunts? or will they be Marauder corpse...and will they have Specters with them?"

"Our forces on the ground report a sizable amount of Militia grunts with a few squads of Specters, as for Marauder corpse, they also have a few of there grunts and pilots down there. Our defense forces are holding them for now but they won't be able too for long" replied Reynoso

She looked around and no one else spoke.

"Bein, then get to your quarters, ready up, I will see you at the Goblin in hanger P-511 in ten minutes."

Ten minutes and twenty eight seconds later, all of us were strapped into the Goblin. I drummed my fingers along the barrel of my CAR SMG My eyes scanned the roof as the engines fired. I wished the pilot would hurry the fuck up. I never been in the controls of one, but I am sure a Goblin would be an absolute breeze compared to trudging around in a Titan.

Titan Piloting: imagine being cramped into a leather coffin (The IMC made sure their pilots died in comfort). Then have as much information blasted into your senses as if peddling the Interstellar Stock Exchange. and while all the crazy shit of battle, bullets and death are being pumped into your skull at a million miles an hour, your body is twitching and reacting like a double brass drummer in a heavy metal band.

So yeah, worrying about flaps, jets, and just altitude in a Goblin couldn't be too bad. Speaking of Titan's, I uploaded my Atlas Titan with an Arc cannon load out into the drop bay mainframe from my helmet.

I looked across the walkway and saw Kax chewing a piece of gum at a furious rate with his fist's clenching and releasing slowly.

I grinned at him "Relax mate, just in and out. A lot like your love life"

I could feel Kax's eyes narrow at me from behind his helmet. His girlfriend Alice looked away so he wouldn't see her chuckle.

"Half-cocked rescue plan's have bloodied us on more than one occasion"

"Half-cocked?, hell I'm fully loaded Kax, the only thing missing in this mission is a Militia pilot's ass wedged around my boot"

Kax lowered his gaze and stared at his clenched fist, I heard him mutter "Yeah, piss on the Militia"

"Amen Brother!" I shouted before Sergeant Reynoso stepped between us "Cut the chatter!, the ships boys are about to engage the Militia fleet. We are about to jump into the atmosphere. get in the game Pilots. We are going in hot"

The engines became louder until a flash blinded me for the moment as my body felt like it went inside out, then back together again. Those jumps never felt good. As the blindness abated and the stars left my eyes the Goblin shock and vibrated .

"Large amounts of Anti Aircraft fire. Please remain clam until we have come to our destination to disembark"

Crap, I forgot that the IMC have all of landing craft driven by robot's now. I preferred the early days of war, when there was a pilot up in the cockpit about ready to piss his pants as he screamed at us "Holy shit there's so much flak! get the hell off my ships you crazy basterds!"

Ah, those were the days...war ain't what it used to be.

Rockets and Anti aircraft fire continued to rattle our decent. It was strange to see so much resistance from the Militia when we were in the Goblin outside of the main invasion force. The robot pilot said to us in the hull, "Danger protocol force us to execute high altitude jump in ten seconds."

Sergeant Reynoso was the first out of her seat and tapping our shoulders "Vamos, pilots! hit the ground, get to that building and get to cover!" she went to the ramp as it opened, just as it came down a stray bullet hit her in the shoulder. She fell down with a grunt. Ricard tried to reach for her but she shrugged it off and tore a chunk of metal out from her shoulder plate, while getting back to her feet. Then the badass bitch pointed out of the door, "For peace on the Frontier" and out she went

Me and Kax would be the last to leave the ship. Reynoso wanted a crazy kid with an itchy trigger finger and I systematic planner at the backdoor. I shouldn't have to explain who the shooter was and who the thinker was, both of us watched Alice and Jennina run through the hull and into the wild, grey sky.

Kax and I looked at one another and nodded and took one step to leave the Goblin when a rocket or the hand of god smacked the ship, and threw it upside down. Shrapnel shredded through the hull and fire bathed our body's. I thought this was it when a force landed on my head. My big regret was seeing Kax's ugly ass face as the last thing i saw on this side of the universe.

I opened my eyes and a big breath surged into my lungs like a punch from a heavy weight boxer. I coughed as Kax took the emergency air mask from my mouth. He slapped my across the face a few times and wiped the blood from my eyes with his thumb. i was once again saved by The Blue Sentinel. Rain clouds swirl above his head and he had one hand holding his trusted GA24 rifle.

"Come on, Travis" his strong German accent piercing the rain "We are exposed out here. We have to move" I struggled to sit up when Kax said something that sounded way too out of his character. Not just that but a fearful tone i never knew to emit out of him. It sent my whole body zero to the bone.

"What the hell is that?"

With as much strength as I had right then and there, I turned by damaged body around to what he was looking at and...my eyes widened.

"Sweet Merciful Buddha...what the fuck?!"


AN/ So yeah chapter two is out, Me and Bobby hoped you licked it.

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