Titanfall The losing side episode 12 Hands of the enemy

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Hey guys Golden Sheath here, been a while eh? Well I moved house and I've got a new laptop so...yeah enjoy lol


Travis woke up in a cell he could hear voices nearby but he was alone, with his head spinning he got up and went to his cell door.

"Ahh what did I get hit with...ACK!" yelped Travis as he pulled out a small piece of glass out of his head and that's when it hit him, the battle at Nexus...Hayden and Gary's death...The IMC leaving him behind...Seeing Rosemary at the bar...

"Nononono" dreaded Travis as he started kicking at the cell door trying to bust it down but all it did was simply make a loud noise. Soon enough a door opened and in walked a Militia grunt who was prosumibly the cell warden, he walked to Travis's cell and looked at him with a cold stare.

"I don't fucking beleive this" said Travis staring at the Militia grunt who's cold stare had grown into a smirk and walked off.

"Hey...HEY!, don't leave me here! Don't leave me here you BASTERDS!" Travis shouted at the top of his lungs. *SLAM* the door closed.

Travis walked backwards, smulped against the wall and slowly slumped downwards to the ground, he got captured by the Militia of coarse he has...what now? what will happen to him? IMC pilots that get captured by the Militia normally go through "Interogation"...hah more like touture, rape if your a woman, some get forced to join the Militia one way or another, and some get sold into slavery.

"Heh I wonder what Im going to be"mentally mused Travis to be hounest he didn't care his life was most lickley over now anyway.

An hour later while Travis had almost fallen asleep a door opened and in came sevral Militia grunts and a Militia Pilot, Travis stood up as his cell door opened in came the Militia pilot and he kicked Travis hard in the stomach knocking him down while the Militia grunts picked him up and dragged him, one put a cloth over his head so Travis couldn't see anything as the Militia grunts walked and turned in different directions. Eventually Travis was forced onto a chair and the cloth was removed from his eyes he was in a different cell this time, no dobt an interogation cell.

*CLICK CLAK*

Travis saw a Militia Grunt armed with a EVA-8 Shotgun sitting in a seat next to him giving him a stern look.

"Heh now what then eh? You fuckers gonna touture me? kill me? because I'll never join or tell you anything!" Shouted Travis

*CRACK!* The Militia pilot punched him in the nose...hard, Travis's nose was already bleeding and Travis was groaning in pain.

"Shut up" said the Militia pilot

"Fu...Fuck yo.." *CRACK!" Travis was about to curse agian when the Militia pilot hit him agian on the nose causing more damage, it was then a door opened and along with a few more grunts a certain person came in, he was black and aging, wearing mainly gray clothes and had rested his eyes on Travis who meanwhile was struggling to to see as his sight was blury from that second haymaker that Militia pilot gave him.

"Is that him?" the man asks in a deep British accent.

"Yer this is him" replied the Militia pilot

"Hmm...he's young" said the man.

"That's the IMC for ya, making boys do there dirty work"

"Who the fuck are you?" said Travis with a groan

As Travis's sight got better what he saw made him fell like he just swallowed a brick there in front of him, with just as much power and athority the man had since he was still in the IMC...was Ex-Vice Admral Marcus Graves

"...What the fuck?" said Travis in total shock as eyes tried to porcess on who was standing in front of him.

The rest of the Militia grunts laughed.

"Ha! IMC pilot's are always pissing there pants in front of Graves even when he's with us!" said a Militia grunt

"Your Travis Murcury" said Graves. Travis stayed silent and stared back until the Militia pilot whacked him over the head

"Ahh! FUCK YOU!" Travis spat at the Militia pilot who was about to hit him agian but graves raised a hand to stop him.

"That's enough" Garves orderd while pulling out a electronic device that had Travis's face on it.

"Travis Murcury, from Angel city conscripted into the IMC at 17 finished at 19, trained at IMC traning ground Whitehead and finished at 2nd place behind Rosemary who finished first, can follow orders but sometimes mouth's off at superiors, has a lot of promise and skill and with the right guidence can be the future of the IMC." Graves finished

There were a few mermers in the backround about the infomation that was just announced mainly about Travis going through and finishing Whitehead and him being the "Future of the IMC".

"How did you.."

"So it is you, good...dissmissed" Orderd Graves and the Militis troops left the room while Graves got a chair.

"You know who I am?" asked Graves

"The tratior that pussyed out as things started to go bad?...yeah I know who the hell you are...Marcus Graves" glared Travis

"I have my own reasons Murcuary" Garves replied stoicly "The IMC will just get you killed, they only care for machiens, recorses and profit. A young man like you can do better"

"And you used to be in the IMC Graves, you used to be a great inspiring man with forces under your command now look at you, commanding criminals, rapist's, murderers and tratiors such as yourself."

*WHACK*

Graves punched Travis...hard causing a big bruse on his cheek.

"Fuck me...I didn't think an old bag like Graves could punch that hard" thought Travis as he recoverd from the shock

"I left the IMC because the way they used there Specters and because of Spyglass, him and others like him are faceless machiens only loyal to there operator, they have no hounor, no humanity...you deserved that punch boy"

"And sometimes nither does the Militia from what I've seen...old man" Travis shot back

Graves looked at him "You got guts that's for sure, Travis"

He contiuned "I can offer you a better life, a life of freedom and hope for the people of the Frontier..."

(Travis rolled his eyes and sighed)

"...Join us Travis, your young, your fit, you got exellent promise, a rising star for all too see. With us you'll become the future of the Militia and just maybe the future of the Frontier"

"Ugh spare me the bullshit Graves please! I'd new you'd tell me that"

"Most of the Frontier soldiers fighting the IMC are farmers and scared civilians, they want nothing to do with this war yet they fight to protect there families and there future. It will be good having someone that is ex-IMC and has so much promise fighting for them to raise moral, we'll take you in just like thoese who came before you...you'll be one of us"

"What if I just don't want to join the Militia Graves?...hmm?...what if there are personal reasons why I don't want to join them?"

Graves sighed "Then you will stay as a prisoner of war until we can find some place to go back too"

"You mean a slave labor camp" said Travis

"No!" snapped Graves "Unlike the IMC were not monsters you will be well looked after until we can set you free"

"Suuuure" dragged Travis

The door opened and a man came through he was wearing black, white and brown clothing as well as a woman who was wearing all back and a red head bandana, they were two of the most wanted persons in the whole Frontier Sarah, leader of the Militia Marador corps and James MacAllen leader of the Frontier Militia.

"Well looky here Graves...it's the man who made you his bitch" siad Travis under his breath. Garves heard him and shot him a death glare with fire in his eyes...Travis replied with a small smug smile.

"Marcus, who's that?" asked James

"The top pilot of that list Rosemary gave us"

"Ahh Travis Murcury...christ he's young" said MacAllen "how old is he?"

"19"

"19...well damn" said James when he himself was in the IMC the youngest of the IMC forces he served with was 22 but 19...19 is just a boy.

"Let me guess you gonna give me the same "your on the wrong side" and "the IMC is evil" bullshit" challenged Travis

James just looked at Travis then up to Graves while tapping his earpeice "Graves Bish needs you in HQ". Graves nodded and left but not before taking one last look at Travis, then walking off. Janes MacAllen stared Travis down, Travis suddenlly felt 100 times heavier while this man looked at and approched him.

"Boy, let me tell you something. I was your age when I enlisted in the IMC during the Titan wars I was an officer, a highly respected one too...it ain't worth it kid the IMC slaughters civilians and takes recorses for profit. Profit, that's all they care about hell that's all the reason there in the Frontier in the first place, they care nothing for there soldiers...hell why do you think they left you behind?

Travis snarled and looked away, MacAllen pressed his advantage.

"Peace in the Frontier...that's all a lie, it's all one big damn lie the amount of civilans that have been slaughterd by the IMC are thousends upon thousends, men, women, children...(Travis's blood began to boil) entire families, gone forever they don't care who dies they'll crush anyone who get's in there way with no mercy.

"Same can be said for the Militia" replied Travis quietly.

"That's wrong, we have saved as many as we could, whole communities and families have been saved because of us"

"...Then what about my family..." Said Travis in a very quiet voice.

"What?"

"THEN WHAT ABOUT MY FUCKING FAMILY! WHAT ABOUT MY COMMUNITY! MY FAMILIY WAS FUCKING GUNNED DOWN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME WHEN I WAS JUST A SMALL FUCKING CHILD! MY COMMUNITY WAS BURNED DOWN, EVRYTHING I EVER LOVED WAS TAKEN FROM ME THAT DAY! AND WAS IT THE IMC!? FUCK NO! IT WAS FUCKING MILITIA PIRATES!. Travis roared

Travis was staring into MaCallen eyes, Travis's own eyes was filled with frustration, rage and seething fury but at the same time a deep rooted sadness could also be seen from them.

"YOU MILITIA FUCKS ALWAYS TAlK AND ACT AS IF YOUR THE GOOD GUYS!, AS IF YOUR THE SAVIOURS BUT YOU PEICES OF SHIT'S KILL AND ALSO RAPES CIVILIANS TOO!, THE IMC DOSN'T DO THAT! THE IMC DOSN'T USE HUMAN SHEILDS! THE IMC DOSN'T GIVE GUNS TO SMALL CHILLDREN! THE IMC DOSN'T RICRUIT CRIMINALS INTO THERE ARMY'S! YOU PEOPLE ARE JUST AS BAD!"

Travis panted heavily then realxed his whole body at this point he didn't care if he was executed by the Militia leader himself, he didn't care anymore,...he just didn't.

*SMACK!* A kick came swining out of thin air and hit Travis right in the jaw almost breaking it, making Travis himself and the chair he was in fall over. As soon as Travis looked up another kick made it's mark in Travis's stomach, depriving Travis's lungs of oxegen, the kicks kept on coming mostly hitting Travis's head.

*THUD!*

*THUD!*

*STOMP!*

*STOMP!*

*THUD!*

*STOMP!*

*CRACK!*

Travis was screaming out what breath he had left in his lungs while his head and neck was getting destroyed by kicks by and stomps of inhuman strength, he was coughing up blood and struggling in his restraints that he was in, finally the kicking stopped after a final stomp made and rested on Travis's skull.

"Boo fucking hoo, boy. I lost my family too, the IMC killed them all and I've made it my personal mission to kill every single IMC fucker out there, and your blood looks real good on my boots." said a female voice, it was Sarah and she was digging her boot into the bloody reamains of Travis's face.

She removed her boot and pulled Travis and the chair upright, Travis's face was now visible it was a bloody mess Travis's nose was now completly broken he was bleeding out from his nose and mouth, his left eyes was swolen, parts of his skin was split open and bleeding freely. Sarah clenched a fist and punched Travis across the face covering her fist in blood she did this agian and agian before stopping and looking Travis in his un-blackend eye. "It's war people die"

Travis spat some blood at her making her reel back before growling and was about to hit him agion when another arm grabbed hers.

"That's enough Sarah" orderd MacAllen "Walk away"

After a pause Sarah walked away muttering the line of "Little Prick" as she did.

"Damn, she has a temper on her dosn't she?" smirked MacAllen Travis groaned in response, the Militia leader grew a compationate side for the bleeding boy.

"Look, I know the Militia isn't perfect hell we're far from it, this conflict is going to be a long and dirty one...with both sides commiting atrosities, it happened in the last war and it will happen in this one. Travis listen to me the Militia is the lesser of two evils we represent hope and freedom, the IMC represent tyranny and greed I won't force you to pick a side, that's up to you...I'll get some medics for you".

"Shit" mutterd Travis to himself as MacAllen left

"you look like shit" said a new voice

Travis looked up and saw Rosemary leaning against the door, he said nothing as she smirked...he only glared

"I noticed Sarah was looking quite angry when I walked in here, I'm guessing you had something to do with it"

"..."

"Staying quiet are we?"

"F...fuck you t...tratiors bitch" Travis all but spat blood from his mouth

Rosemary's smirk faded and she left the room but just as she was about to exit...

"Rosemary!" Travis called out

She stopped and slightly turned her head

"Did you kill Gary?...did you kill Hayden?"

Rosemary stayed still for a while before saying...

"Yes", she then walked out the door...leaving a stunned, sadened, and enraged Travis behind


"Done, I hope you people enjoyed that chapter, I do need to tell you that my new laptop has no spell check so I have no idea how good or bad the spelling is for you, just letting you know.

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