A/N - Hi there, it's been a while. I've had this story written and posted for a while on another site, that was back in May, but I never gor around to posting it here, so here goes nothing.
Lukas was a Tybur, born and raised like one, he never needed to wear an armband like the other Eldians on the mainland, but that didn't mean he was any less than any other Eldian's, it only meant he was born with privileges, ones that only his family were entitled to.
That was until the inheritance of the Warhammer Titan was up for debate once more. His uncle Willy was the main candidate to inherit the power, with Willy's younger sister, his mother Lara close behind in the debate over who would take the power.
Though with Marley's warrior programme having been somewhat of a success in training and finding young people to inherit the six Titan's under possession of the Marleyan Military, it only took a few words from an eleven year old Lukas to Captain Magath when he was visiting the Tybur residence for the idea of him in the warrior programme to click.
The answer was a sharp and flat no the first time Magath asked about it, from both Willy and Lara, but there was a lot of pressure coming from ones higher up than Magath to at least put the boy through the training to see if he was any good, and after the General paid the Tybur's a visit with Magath, their request was hesitantly accepted.
For an eleven year old boy at the time, he was very enthusiastic about the training he received at first, though all other Titans were in the field, there was still one recruit alongside him in the training, thirteen year old Zeke Yeager, he was only a couple years older than Lukas, but they were just about on par for things like physical ability.
Though Zeke was smarter and quicker when it came to written and thinking tasks, Lukas had the bizarre ability to seemingly vanish without a trace and reappear when you least expected him to.
Though as the years passed, Zeke got further ahead of him physically at the age of fifteen, though in that year Lukas was to inherit the WarHammer Titan, one that was viewed as the second most powerful Titan, even without it seeing combat for a hundred years.
He inherited it from his grandfather, who was the head of the family at the time, which made Willy the head of the family for the foreseeable future because there was no thirteen year limit on his lifespan from now on, but now there was on Lukas', his nephew. He would only live until he was twenty six, but that didn't really matter to him because he knew his mother and uncle wouldn't have to bear the burden of the WarHammer Titan.
From the age of thirteen to fifteen he trained alongside Zeke and the new batch of warrior cadets, there were six of them, but there was only five Titan powers to share between them.
Marcel and Porco Galliard, Bertholdt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart and Pieck Finger, a strange last name, but she was very capable for her age, they all were, well all of them aside from Reiner, he was practically useless, but he was extremely loyal, so that was something at least.
Though he wasn't training with them all the time, because he was often training in his Titan form, which was extremely formidable, especially in combat against the other Titan shifters. He had a training session with the Armoured Titan in his last year as the shifter, and while he managed to hold his own against the bulkier and heavier Armoured Titan, their hardening abilities were miles apart.
The WarHammer's hardening ability was far stronger than any other Titans, his hardened fists turned the Armoured Titan's armour into dust and crumbs with the impacts it made, his hardened claws went through the armour and flesh like a hot knife through butter.
The longer he was the WarHammer Titan for, the more experienced he became and the more weapons he learned to craft using the hardened ability. He could make a whip, a knife, a sword, even a crossbow with string like material to fire it with, and the more he knew about a weapon and how to craft it, the more he could make in his Titan form.
The only thing he couldn't make was a working gun, and not because he couldn't, but because he couldn't make the gunpowder needed to fire the bullets, and that would take a lof of gunpowder to fire a gun sized for a sixteen metre Titan to use.
He was fourteen when the other shifters were chosen to inherit the Titans and were put into service as warriors. Pieck was the Cart Titan, Bertholdt was the Colossal Titan, Marcel was the Jaws Titan, Annie was the Female Titan and surprisingly enough, Reiner was chosen over Porco for the Armoured Titan role, a decision that didn't pass over the senior warriors Zeke and Lukas.
Though every warrior needed to wear an armband, and were now entitled to a special warrior armband, Lukas didn't because of his lineage, and it was strange to be sure. Many of the failed cadets stared and some even reported him to the Captain in his early years as a warrior, and even with the new Titan wielding warriors, they all looked at him differently.
Reiner looked at him like he was some sort of hero, an Eldian who didn't need to wear an armband, one that wasn't treated like shit, like the scum of the earth. Annie looked at him like she hated his guts, and while she looked at everyone the same way, he could see the hatred in her eyes, he wasn't really one of them, he hadn't experienced the horrors of being a real Eldian, and he knew that well enough.
Bertholdt looked at him as if he was indifferent towards him, Porco was along the same lines as Annie, though there wasn't quite as much hate in his eyes, Marcel saw both him and Zeke as a sort of big brother figure, ones who would guide them through the path of becoming a successful Titan shifter and Pieck... she was Pieck, she just looked like she questioned everything, curious to the bone she was.
In the year 844 when Lukas had turned fifteen, he was informed of his mission, to infiltrate the walls of Paradis Island a year before the main attack on the walls was to begin, but unlike the main assault in 845, he was to sneak in, establish himself within whatever society they had there and find the Founding Titan.
If he was lucky, he'd get it done before the planned attack, meaning they could destroy all three walls and leave the devils on the island to the Titans, but realistically, this would take time, a lot of time and effort from him to pull it off.
The only other warrior told about his mission before he left was Zeke, and that was only because he was older than him and more experienced as a warrior, the rest were told he was leaving for a classified mission and to not talk about it to anyone or face charges of treason.
The day before he left he went to see his mother, uncle Willy and his other extended family members for one last time before he left. His younger cousins thought it was cool he was going on a classified mission, his other aunts and uncles wished him luck, and his mother didn't want to let him go from the hug, because she knew he wouldn't be back for a while, a long while.
After that he went to say goodbye to the other warriors, with a handshake from Zeke, and fist bumps from everyone aside from Annie and Porco, he was off to the docks to prepare for the departure to Paradis Island, land of the devils.
They arrived mid afternoon, with soldiers making their way off the ship to set things up and to get ready for their own departure back to the mainland.
Stepping onto the deck of the boat for the first time since he boarded it, Lukas was greeted with the scent of fresh seawater and the sound of gulls in the air. He was momentarily blinded by the sun, raising his right hand to shield his face as his eyes adjusted to the afternoon sun.
Rather than wearing his usual military attire, he was dressed far too casually for a military operation, which meant it would be the perfect disguise for him. His black shoes made practically no sound as he walked, a stark contrast from the weight of the combat boots soldiers normally wore.
He was wearing black pants that went comfortably down his legs and allowed freedom of movement, accompanied by a white shirt and black hoodie to complete the look, it was a casual look, but since they had no intel about anything inside the walls, it was the best he could do, and in a worst case scenario, he could ditch the clothes and steal new ones.
Magath stood on the docks while he directed some soldiers who were carrying radio equipment inside of a room inside of the seawall, while another group of soldiers were lugging around a metal container about three feet tall, and it was taking eight of them to lift it off the ground.
"Captain Magath." Lukas greeted the man with a quick salute. "What's with all the equipment Sir?"
"The radio equipment is in the event you need to contact us for updates or in case of a successful mission, a ride home." The man informed the dark haired teenager as he began walking towards the soldiers lugging the metal crate around, with Lukas following close behind. "The walls are about fifty miles from the docks here, so I'd suggest not wasting any time for weekly updates."
"The radio will be set to the right frequency before we leave, so you'll just need to push the button to contact the mainland." Magath informed him as he gestured for the soldiers to drop the crate. "And this..." He swiftly pulled the lid aside and revealed its contents. "Is all the ammunition you could need for this mission."
Inside the crate had to be hundreds, if not thousands of individual rounds, not for a rifle though, these were too small for a standard rifle to use without failing to fire.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do with a metal crate of ammunition?" Lukas asked, a somewhat confused look on his face.
"You shoot people who get in your way." Magath answered him, pulling out a loaded Mauser C96 pistol and placing it into the crate, followed by four loaded magazines to go with it. "I would suggest keeping the magazines when they're empty, otherwise you'll have to carry individual bullets with you."
"Yeah, I understood that part pretty well." He answered back with, rather sarcastically. "I meant where am I supposed to put this thing? I can't just carry it around with me everywhere I go. That might look a little suspicious."
"You can turn into a Titan." Magath reminded him, shooting him a not so subtle glare. "Hide it in a tree, dig a hole and bury it, you could even create a crystal dome around it. I don't give a shit what you do with it, just don't lose it, or you'll be fucked... well as a human you will be."
"Can I get a knife to complete the set?" Lukas asked rather cheekily. "I'd rather not have to use my bare hands to kill someone quietly."
Magath grunted in response and a soldier dropped a standard combat knife into the crate before Magath closed it and it clicked shut, with Lukas taking a seat on the crate until the final preparations were completed.
Once the radio was set up and working fine, they tested it for a few minutes before they were given the go ahead to return to the ship and retreat to a safe distance before the transformation began.
Hopping off the crate, Lukas propped it open for a moment to take the knife and slice his palm open before throwing the bloody knife back into the crate and clicking it shut. Taking a couple seconds to move away from his weapons cache, he willed himself to transform into the WarHammer Titan.
Standing at sixteen metres tall, skin whiter than the whitest of teeth, a sort of cowl covered his upper face with white strings keeping the mouth caged in. His Titan body was rippling with lean muscle, and with a tail like appendage sticking out from his lower back and into a crystal laying on the ground, he reached over to pick it up, wrapping the cord around the crystal before it stuck to his lower back like a strap.
Reaching down for his weapons crate, he grabbed onto it with a little to much force, denting the crate with his massive fingers, having to seal it so it didn't explode and scatter bullets everywhere.
Standing back up to full height, his left hand went onto the top of the sea wall and he leaped over it like it was a low lying fence, vanishing from the sight of his Marleyan Military compatriots who were watching on, many seeing the WarHammer Titan for the very first time.
A couple of hours later and Lukas was sat atop a branch of a tree about twenty five metres above the ground. He could see the walls from where he was at, but they were fairly smal at this distance, so he still had a while to travel, though he was waiting for night so people wouldn't see a Titan climbing over the walls.
Once he got in, the first thing he would need is money, because money is the lifeblood of any society, and human greed meant that if he managed to get his hands on enough money, then he could probably pay whatever kind of records department they have to forge a birth certificate for him.
However, one for him wouldn't be enough, he'd need ones for parents, grandparents and however far back their records went, so that if he needed a cover story and someone went looking, there would be a paper trail to cover his tracks.
There was also the fact that he'd basically be homeless when he entered the walls, but shelter wasn't a high priority, but water would be, and eventually food would be as well, and he wasn't drinking dirty river water or fishing through the trash for scraps, so he'd need money for that as well.
He had a rough idea of how to enter the walls without being detected, he'd climb over the wall and instead of leaving marks on the inside of the wall for someone to find, he'd use a spire of crystal to impale himself and lower his Titan form back down to the ground, and from there he just needed to bury the crate somewhere he could find again and he'd be on his way.
When night fell and the Titans became inactive, he made his move, hopping off the tree and cutting his palm open again he transformed once again, picking his crystal and crate up, he restarted his journey to the walls.
It only took him about ten minutes running to reach the wall, and only a minute or so to climb it before he reached the top, though he could see the guard posts scattered across the wall at various points near the outcrop of wall outside the main wall.
The spire of crystal was silent, and there was only a quick but sharp impaling noise before he rapidly descended using his powers, but since there was no rain or any thunder to cover the sounds he made, he couldn't move fast at all, in fact he was slowed to basically a crawl at his height.
The moonlight helped him find a small forest of trees about two thirds his height, and carefully he carved a circular scar around three of the trees to mark the spot before ripping a huge fistful of dirt and set it aside, being careful to pull the pistol and magazines out without breaking them, he set them aside before closing the crate and burying it, using the grass to cover the hole and scattering the dirt as to not make it obvious something was buried here.
Exiting his Titan crystal, he strode over to the pistol and picked it up, swiping the dirt off before shoving it into the back of his pants, hiding it with his hoodie before putting two magazines into each of his back pockets and pulling his hoodie down over them to hide the fact he was carrying a firearm.
"Titan carcass should be gone before morning." He murmured to himself. "I should head to the main road, I'll find civilisation quicker that way." With that he began jogging east towards where he presumed there would be a main road coming from the gates of the walls, leaving the WarHammer Titan carcass to steam away in the middle of the night, out of sight from him, but most importantly, out of sight from the people inside the walls.