Shut Up and Trust This

by Crankwave

After the death of her original pilot. An Ion class Titan DW-3850 is schedule to be linked with a new pilot. Fresh out of training. Jay Presley. She doesn't trust him, he doesn't trust her. They soon realize they need to brush off there differences if they are both going to survive.

3. Chapter 3

When dinner finally rolled around, Jay was completely exhausted. First day of training with DW was the farthest away from a smooth ride. The pilot swore that DW-3850 was purposefully making it difficult for it to trust her. Being thrown around like some rag-doll in a 20 foot tall war machine was something he was not expecting.

With a tray in hand he took a seat at the table next to Lieutenant Riley and a few others soldiers.

"So how was your first day of being linked?" One of the soldiers asked before eating a forkful of the rations.

"Terrible, I don't think DW like's me all that much." Jay mumbled, picking away at his food.

" No , what gave you that Idea." Riley said, Jay looking up and glaring daggers at him. The older man laughed, clapping a hand on the man's shoulder, causing him to tense up at the action.

"I kid mate, don't sweat it, she'll come around eventually." Riley pulled his hand away and Jay's shoulders relaxed again.

"Hope so, you need to have a decent neural link to be able to keep it together during a fight." Another soldier spoke up.

For the next couple of minutes, the table was silent as they all ate their food. Jay still replaying the training session from earlier over in his head. He just couldn't wrap his head around it, why was DW so against him being her new pilot. I mean, he could understand that her pilot had recently passed, but wouldn't her original pilot want her to keep going?

This whole situation was making his head hurt, a light thudding against his temples. Groaning out in frustration.

He stands up from the table, picking up the now empty tray.

"I'm going to bed." Jay said and Riley simply waved him off. Jay traveled down the corridor til he made it to his room. He types in the keycode, beeping as the door opening with a hydraulic hiss. Closing again when he steps inside.

Jay doesn't bother turning on the lights. He walks over to the bottom bunk and slides underneath the sheets, wrapping them tightly around himself.

The mattress was stiff and the blankets were paper thin. Curling up into the fetal position, facing towards the blank wall.

The Pilot wished he was back home on Aenus. He missed his mom and dad and three brothers. He wants the war to be over so he can just get back home. Knots tie themselves in his gut at the thought of his home. Tightly squeezing his eyes shut when he feels something wet prick at the corners. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind once again.

DW better keep him alive.