Many titans stayed behind to defend their allies while they were boarding the Draconus with its destructive cargo that could mean the destruction of many others. Many of the I.M.C. titans and pilots fought fiercely, but the Marauder Corps had a mission, and they were going to see it through that it was completed at all cost. Even if it meant to lose their lives for the cause. However, this was about to change. One of the Marauder Corps with a Tone class titan was focused on fighting against an I.M.C. Scorch class titan, which was being ripped to pieces and scrapped with one final punch to its core. The pilot of the Scorch ejected and tried to escape. Right before he was going to be finished, an I.M.C. titan fell from the sky and on top of the Tone, slicing its arm off. The Marauder pilot did not stand a chance against the Ronin class titan. Faster, agile, and more efficient due to its phasing abilities, the Ronin sliced the final blow straight through the cockpit of the Tone titan. That pilot never saw it coming. They never do. However, she always does.

She starts making her way towards the firefight, with her Ronin titan with the numbers "722" embedded on the sides. Rushing through, her titan disappears out of sight, leaving only but a trail of strong violet light which was dancing around until it was close enough. She once again appeared before her enemies and one by one she decimated every single one of them. No mercy. No one stood a chance against the beast and the pilot. Unstoppable, she could be anywhere. Many feared the sight of the titan alone, but once she leaves the cockpit, hell is broken lose. The unknown pilot runs towards her enemies as her titan takes care of the rest. They all try to hit the small target running towards them with desperate struggle, but to no use. And the last thing that the pilots were hoping that would not happen, happened. She disappeared once again. "She's gone ghost!", one of the Marauder pilots exclaimed. They began to get close to each other and regroup to have higher chances of fighting against this monster, but what they didn't know is that for them they were already dead bodies.

She appeared once again on top of one of their titans, placing a charge stuck inside its power supply. She jumped off as the titan tried to grab her, landing on top of another. Fearing hurting his friend, the pilots held their fire. She began firing her weapon and jamming her knife against the titan's visual receptors, leaving both the pilot and the titan blind. As she sets the charge, the complete left side of the titan behind her blows up instantly, leaving it demolished2 and with a dead pilot. The next and last Marauder titan tries to fire as many rounds as possible at the faint violet line approaching, but deep down knows this would be his last seconds. As the titan turns around, the Ronin grabs its arm and jams its sword at the side of the cockpit, leaving it exposed to the outside. Then a strange light appears in front of him at the entrance of the cockpit, and in less than a second, "she" appears. Looking down at him without no remorse or emotion, she grabs her weapon and finishes the job. She stands there, as in recollecting herself, and turns back to mount the Ronin and leave the area.

That faint violet light would always be the last thing her enemies would see. She was "improved" to kill and to fulfill her given duties, nothing more, nothing less. Many would call her a ghost. Many an ace pilot not to be dealt with. Many the devil itself. But there was one name out of all of them that was most suitable to her. A name that would remain by her and scar her for the rest of her existence. "Wraith."

"Wraith"

"Wraith…"

"Wraith!"

Wraith jumps a bit from her seat, surprised at the sudden call of her name. "Hey there sleepy head. Wake up, we're here!" says Elliot while he starts stretching from his seat still seated. "That was quite the long ride wasn't it?" Pathfinder asks. "Man, I was dying of boredom, and these seats are literal bricks. They don't got any sense of concern towards their participants I mean, if you think about it, we are kinda running the show here while they…" while Elliot continued on his rambling, Wraith looked down and recollected herself. She recalled the dream, the visions in her sleep. "It was no dream," said the voice. "That could only mean," said Wraith, fully understanding what she recollected. "Yes," replied the voice. "A long-lost battle, and one of my last ones as a pilot." Experimented on to discover. Created to slaughter. As the cruiser began descending towards the new planet, she was one step closer to finding, everything.

As the cruiser went through a rough atmosphere entry, it finally arrived at the unknown desolated planet where the games would take place. Everything was very dry and lifeless. Once a habited planet, this world now just utterly abandoned and used for people's amusement. Forged from its beginnings, this is where the Apex Games took place. Slowly approaching its destination, the cruiser began slowing down towards a large mountain. Inside the mountain, there was a large hangar fitted into the mountain itself, with a bridge stretching to the outside and suspended above an abyss. The cruiser approached the bridge and docked itself to it, leaving the passenger docking door aligned to it. The roof on top of the passengers began to change and illuminate a soft green, and everyone began to unbuckle and stand at once.

Everyone began to shuffle down the row and make their way out the exit and onto the bridge. The bridge quickly begins to get crowded as the participants make their way towards the hangar's deck, where many white and divided tables and seats wait for them. "We welcome all to the Apex Games," the monotone lady on the speaker said. "We hope your travel was of a pleasant one. Keep in mind that all belongings will be brought to you this evening once you have been allocated to your appropriate camps. Please be advised that all participants must be injected or linked with the latest NL-03 neurotransmitters provided in order to participate. If you are allergic to the contents of the composition of NL-03, or for other reason this agent cannot be introduced into your body or infrastructure, please inform your recruiter immediately… We welcome all…," "Man, I never really liked needles…" Elliot said while walking through the crowd. Wraith couldn't agree more, but not for the same reasons. "Maybe we need them so that we don't get lost on the arena," Pathfinder said. "It is quite a big place, lots of space to grapple my way through victory!" "You said it Path," Elliot cheered. He noticed Wraith was kind of out of it, making her way towards the line for the injection. "Hey, you've been quiet lately. You excited? Nervous? Little bit of both?" asked Elliot while catching up to her. "I'm… not sure how to exactly feel…," said Wraith clearly in doubt. "What I'm sure about is that after the many things we went through… both of you have been sticking your neck out too many times… you almost lost your friend, even though none of this is your fight… yet I am finally here and" "I'm going to stop you right there," Elliot quickly interrupted. Both of them stared at each other for a second, this time Elliot had an amusing face. "You're welcome," said Elliot.

Wraith stopped, looking down at herself. She had a moment to think, guessing she could say she was lucky to have them both. "Thank you…

…both of you."

See TitanFall 2 for better understanding, like said before, Apex Legends is based on these games (years after the story of the second game)