A pilot stood with her hands behind her back. Her suit was that of a grapple pilot but she could use all of the pilot tacticals. She stared up at the titan. It was one she designed and purchased from Hammond Robotics themselves. She had immediately deleted all blueprints of it once she had it though. She called it a Templar Titan (π»πππ ππ πππππππ πππππ πππππππππ πππ ππ ππ ππππππ) and it was hella expensive to make.
The pilot- named Hera Troy, had a sword sheathed on her back, along with an archer anti-titan rocket-pod on it too, and a heavily modified r-301 combine on her back. She had a B3 Wingman holstered across her breast.
"Templar- status report." Hera addressed the Titan.
"All Titan systems nominal. Reaper core is fully charged and the XO-16 chaingun is equipped. Other options available include the custom-made scythe and the heavily modified predator cannon." Templar replied.
Hera nodded, satisfied with the report with her titan. She then looked towards the pilot of the ship. Her brother, Calvin Troy. His codename when in the field was Sentinel, but he was more of a repairman for Templar and the ship. He was not a simulacrum, but rather flesh and bone.
"Calvin! Let's find a place to land. I need something to drink." She shouted to her younger brother. She unsheathed her sword and gave it a quick spin. It was much like a Ronin's broadsword, just small enough for her to carry one handed.
βββ-
Hera walked through the town. Her helmet identifying shops, bars, hotels, Militia recruiting houses ect. She stopped in-front of a high-end bar. There were three titans outside of it. One of them was a black and gold Vanguard, with the chassis number being JX-8965. Then a purple and white Tone. It's optics foxed on her instantly. The third and final titan was a black and red Northstar, Plasma-Railgun in hand. It looked to be heavily modified.
Five pilots were sitting at a table, two of them being simulacrums, which they both matched either the Tone or Northstar. Another was a SRS pilot with a red jacket. Two had 6-4 uniforms on.
"βand then Jack here was attacked by this Northstar. They caused quite a bit of damage to the Malta's hull, but then again it was inevitable." One of the 6-4 pilot's said.
"Thanks Davis." The SRS pilot said, putting down a wingman on the table after cleaning it. The pilot then glanced towards Hera as she walked into the bar, but Hera did 't notice.
ββββββ/Jack\\ββββββ
Jack watched as the woman strolled into the bar. Her uniform was black with red highlights, and a sword sheathed on her back, that sparked every now and then. She had a B3 wingman on her breast and a wingman elite on her hip, along with a R-301 Carbine on her back. Her helmet's visor was in the shape of a X with sharp edges. She entered the bar.
"Droz, Davis... Didn't you guys say you needed another pilot?" Davis nodded, and Jack smirked. "Well, I think I've found a potential candidate. Someone I've known since childhood just walked into the bar."
βββ
Jack told JX to stand guard outside the bar, as he walked in. He found the woman with both Wingmans pointed at some guys head, who was holding a knife to somebodies throat. It was the woman's brother- Calvin. Jack knew the woman, Hera Troy β codename Vulcan- since middle school. She became a combat certified pilot at 18, while it took him until his mid-thirties to become a pilot at all.
He instantly cloaked, went over and grabbed the knife. Un-cloaking, he had the man pinned against the wall, noticing an IMC tattoo on his neck. Something that the IMC required its soldiers to get. He pulled the mans arm behind his back, dislocating it from his shoulder. He screamed, as Jack gritted his teeth. "You're going away for a long time." Jack whispered in his ear behind his helmet.
He threw the man into the arms of a local-police officer, then looked back at who he came inside to speak to.
"Vulcan." He said, and watched as the woman tensed up slightly.
"How-?" She started before he held his hand up, and pulled his helmet off. She stuttered in disbelief, then slipped her B3 Wingman back into its holster.
"Hello Hera. I've got an offer for 'ya."