Cypher was by no means an ordinary woman, and most certainly not one of those fancy prancy daddy's daughter. Ha, she'd rather die than be one of those. She was a tomboy, short hair, big muscles and by god, she loved big guns. Hence why she ha her beautiful spitfire which she had dubbed 'The unending end'. Also one of the reasons she piloted an Ogre rather than an Atlas or a Stryder. But most important, it was hard to gather her attention in a good way. Venom had done that, he intrigued her. He never told her his name, much to her dismay. When he had found out that Chatter was missing and never made it to the evacuation she swore she had seen his eyes turn to slits for a quick second. It scared but excited her at the same time. "The IMC Pit Viper, how fitting." She mumbled.

"I know right" A voice said to her side. Cypher flinched, not even hearing said person coming.

"Kitkat," Cypher said, "Don't do that again."

"Sorry" Kitkat said.

"Do you know what's up with Venom?" Cypher asked.

"You mean other than losing a squad member a mere 20 days after getting a new squad?" Kitkat said and Cypher nodded. "You didn't do your research didn't you?"

Cypher gave a laugh, "No, not really."

"Well, he lost his last squad a couple of months ago. They weren't just his squad, they were friends, and family."

"Family?"

"Her nickname was Cobra, her husband is Venom. They were married…"

"Oh"

/

"General Desolas sire!"

"What is it?" Desolas responded.

"The doctor put in charge of the alien was knocked out."

The bridge went silent. "What?"

"The do-"

"No no, I heard you. What do you mean by 'knocked out'?"

"'Picking up a chair before slamming it into the head of said doctor followed with a fist to the face' kind of knockout." The turian explained.

"Is the doctor alright?" Desolas asked.

"Yes, but he suffered a concusion and the alien has escaped into the ship."

Desolas sighed, "Send a search team out to find it. Dead or alive."

"Yes sire!"

/

Chatter had been sneaking through the ship for what seems like an eternity. Without any luck, he got around by using the oversized vents that the ship for some reason had. He was still looking for his gear. Peeking out of the vents he would easily scout a room. And finally lady luck seemed to gaze down at him. An armory. Dropping down from the vent he silently snuck behind the metalface quartermaster. Fiddling a sharp piece of metal in his hands, he stabbed. "Garh" Was the only sound that the metalface managed to get out as the makeshift blade sunk into his throat and his neck was snapped. He gently laid the alien down onto the ground and retrieved his knife and cleaned it of blood. He looked around in the armory. He spotted it. An IMC weapons cache. Given the tools that were laying around it was a given that the alien had tried to break into it. Chatter gave a simple sigh before moving over to it and put in an IMC override code.

He opened the cache and was greeted by the sights of an EVA-8, R-97, a B3 Wingman, an arc grenade as well as standard IMC Titan Pilot armor with a semi open helmet with a visor. "Jackpot." He said as he grabbed the gear and quickly put it on. Looking around to see if he could find anything else he grabbed one of the alien pistols as well as opening an IMC explosives cache. He was greeted with the sights of multiple satchel charges. "Oh, how much chaos can this muster?" He grinned. Grabbing several of the satchel charges he looked at the armor to find out what tactical it had implanted. Cloak, not his favorite but it was the best in the situation.

In the end, before he left the armory he left with Pilot grade gear, several satchel charges and a bit of food and water. Walking towards the door he had his EVA-8 in hand. About to pry it open, he heard walking on the outside which stopped right outside. Cursing silently he cloaked and climbed on top of the crates in a corner.

The door opened, "Hey, have you hea- Oh spirits! What happened here?" one of the metalfaces yelled as they rushed in to the corpse of the quartermaster. "Command, we got a Deto 4-5 on our hands, quartermaster is dead and some of the secured loot from the alien spacestation has been taken."

Silently dropping behind them he sneaked up on them. He aimed his EVA-8 on the one with the radio. "Looks like a stab wound in the throat. Neck is snapped as well. The death occured within the past 10 minutes." He pulled the trigger disrupting his cloak. The metalface's side of his head exploded into an open wound raining from the top of his head down to his shoulder. The brain was exposed too now. Gurgling the corpse fell over the dead quartermaster. "CAILIO!" The other one yelled before Chatter pulled the trigger once again shattering the kneecap in a wet crunch. The alien cried out in pain. Walking over besides the alien he crouched low. "Shouldn't have messed with the IMC." He said and pointed his B3 Wingman at it's head.

"Damn you!" The alien said. Chatter didn't really care what the alien said, he didn't even understand what it said. Rising up he pulled the B3's trigger. Brain matter scattered out on the ground as the metal face died.

Sighing he turned the metalface he had killed with the EVA-8 over, prying his armor open he found a satchel charge. Satchel charges has multiple modes to speak off. Timer, sensor, etc. Putting it on a timered sensor so he could escape in time he hid the satchel charge underneath the armor. He turned the corpse over and activated the charger, in 10 seconds the sensor would be active and if it detected it was being moved it would explode. Hearing footsteps he quickly bolted into the vents once again. A small beep in his helmet let him know that the satchel was armed and if moved, would explode.

Not even 5 minutes later an explosion blasted behind him. They had activated the satchel, fools. Continuing to sneak throughout the vents he explored many rooms. Trying to stay away from any rooms with metalfaces. He was looking for the Gate Drive. Of similar design as the IMC had put onto the IMS Normandy, and once he find it. The metalfaces will be in for a hell of a surprise.

/

A holomap appeared in the control room, several Titan Pilots and some of the Shanxy officers. The city itself was rather large, around 20 thousand civilians lived in it making it sufficiently sizable. Shanxi… was a special case for a colony. Once every month or two a storm would roll in. Not that it would be a problem if it was a normal storm. But when a storm contains high amounts of toxic gasses it would be best to not find yourself caught in one. It didn't help that the storm also had some extremely violent cases of lighting strikes. It was for this reason that the IMC had constructed an underground facility to house the civilian population in case of one of these storms… or if the Militia should attack. The base was called the Krosnikav, in honor of the IMC officer that had risked his life during multiple storms in order to help civilians.

"All civilians have been evacuated to the Krosnikav." An officer said.

"Good," Venom said, "Reinforcements are sadly not available in this beta-sector. We are on our own for now."

"So, we are supposed to fight these aliens with no reinforcement?" The colony commander asked.

"Yes, but we will have to use ambushes and traps." Venom replied as he pointed on the map. "The krosnikav will have the majority of the military protecting it. How many do we have?"

"Around 200 grunts, 40 Titan Pilots with titans and circa 200 spectres as well," The colony commander said, "Not enough for open warfare."

"We split them half and half. One half stays inside the Krosnikav to protect it. I want patrols 24/7 in the Krosnikav. I want the rest to be out fighting. We don't know how much time we've got to set up traps."

"I see" The Colony Commander replied, "I'll make sure that all the necesarry resources are there for your need Venom."

"Thank you." Venom replied, "They say reinforcements will come in 8 hours. Gotta get the fleet refueled and moved here, let's just hope that they don't attack till the reinforcement's here."

/

'Finally' Kitkat thought as she climbed up the building. It was around 7 stories high, good for sniping. The top of the building was some sort of small market meaning she had plenty of cover. She had been given her Kraber-AP alongside a Longbow DMR. She and other snipers had been spread all throughout the city. Each given 2 spectres to assist them with spotting enemies and taking care of flanks. Walking over to the corner of the small market she pried the makeshift back of the stall open and camouflaged it with cloth, laying down she placed the Kraber so that just the barrel peeked out. It was modified with a 4 to 24x with around 4 betweens. Looking through the scope she saw the IMC soldiers spread out. She followed one of the groups. 8 grunts and a single Titan Pilot were running through the streets and into a building. They emerged on top covered from view from the streets but not from her. Zooming further in she inspected their gear. The grunts had R101c's, a given. One of them did have an M600 spitfire. Same with the Titan Pilot, a pillar stood in the middle of the rooftop. A grunt walked over to it and began fiddling with the control panel. A heavy turret.

This was an anti air unit. Designed to shoot at fighters, dropships alike. Not infrantry. Explosive 20mm rounds. A total firerate of 6000 RPM, a deathblow to any aircraft. Therefore they were also shielded by an energy shield. To avoid a pesky Titan Pilot to blow it up. She sighed, 'I wonder how this is gonna go down.'. Shaking the thought away she took aim once again. "Kitkat, this is Venom, are you in position?" A male voiced asked over the comms.

"This is Kitkat, I am in position." Kitkat replied.

"Roger, Venom out." The commlink went dead…

/

Chatter silently snuck past a guard, hugging the makeshift blade and B3 close to him he sneaked around the corner. The vent had ended. Luckily his cloak still had 2 hours of battery life left until it had to recharge meaning he could scout the ship. He turned a left and nearly ran into a technician who was fiddling with a control panel. The metalface got the door open and Chatter could not have become any happier. Sneaking into the corner of the new room he looked at some sort of Gate Drive like the IMS Normandy. Cheering inside he hid his EVA-8 and R-97. Grabbing several of the satchel charges he sneaked alongside the wall. Planting the satchel charges on the walls before moving onto the Gate Drive itself. The three metal arms holding the blue orb of energy with element zero. Carefully putting a satchel on each arm he quickly made his way from the Gate Drive. And doing so he bumped into a metalface. His cloak disrupted. Every eye looked at him. Acting quickly he grabbed the metalface and held his arm around his throat with the makeshift knife grazing the upper right part of the throat. Grasping the detonator in his hands he shouted angrily.

"YOU CROW SHITSKULLS," It seemed to gather the attention even more as armed guards now came in, "YOU LET ME WALK OUT HERE, OR I BLOW THE WHOLE GATE DRIVE UP AND KILL THE HOSTAGE!"

While the metalfaces didn't understand him directly they understood the motions. One by one they lowered their guns and moved away from the exit. In the corner of his eye he saw a metalface line up a shot. Chatter moved over to the exit and promtly kicked the hostage onto the ground and cloaked. He pressed the detonator. The explosion engulfed the metalface and Gate Drive. He didnt even need to look that it was a goner jugding by how the ship rocked and the panicked voices. Silently he cursed. He lost the EVA-8 and R-97. Running to the nearest vent he ripped it open and climbed in. Placing a satchel targeted with sensors he climbed through the vent to ensure nobody followed him.

/

"It looks like a stab wound. Neck is snapped as well." Caito said over the commlink.

"Roger, how long since death?" Kavus asked.

"Death occured within the past 10 minutes." Caito said, Kavus was just about to reply before a loud bang was heard through the commlink. And a faint voice was heard screaming out Caito's name before an equally load gunshot was heard and a scream of pain came out. Then, a speech that Kavus couldn't understand was heard. "Shoulnd't have messed with the IMC.".

"Damn you!" Another loud gunshot. The line went dead. Cursing loudly Kavus swapped channel. "Command, we got three Deto 4-5's on our hands, requesting backup."

"Roger that, sending backup to…"

"Armory 7la" Kavus responded.

"Roger that, sending a squad to the location. ETA is 3 minutes."

"Roger, Kavus out."

"Command out."

Kavus grasped his M15-Vindicator and began to sprint towards the armory, when he got there the squad was already waiting. 8 Turians ready to catch the alien. "Hey," He said, "Kavus, you?"

"Brisius." The squad leader said, "Let's get going." The turians readied their weapons and snuck up on the door. "Stun grenade out." A turian said before throwing said object in. A flash and they ran into the room… Three dead turians, nothing else. Looking at the corpses he was horrified. Stab wound and a neck snap that seemed to had been to strong that the head had turned a full 180. One of the turians had been shot in the side of his head. Flesh exposed, skull breached and brain matter leaking out. He nearly gagged. "Spirits" one of the turians said. Looking at the last dead turian he saw he had been shot in the leg. He looked at the head. Skull was cracked open and brain matter scattered over the ground. He threw up. He heard the other turians show their displeasure over it as well. Mustering his strength together he rose up and walked over to the dead quartermaster. He didnt even manage to comprehend what happend next. He touched the dead turian and he suddenly crashed into the wall. He was bleeding, he couldnt hear. He saw fire. He saw it on his legs. He saw darkness. He saw light.

/

Hey everyone, BigPizza here, I hope you like the newest chapter. I have looked over your reviews and I'm happy that people like my story. To those who have given me constructive criticism, I will take it to heart. I am still looking for a co writer and beta so in case one of you want to take the task simply message me.

Now let's get onto the reviews shall we?

Review: The Advocate7 chapter 3 . Feb 5
Fuck it, I need to read a new 'humanity first, aliens beneath our boots second' story soooo, yeah I'll support you as much as I can regarding this story.

P.S. have a good day/night.

Answer: Thank you, and thanks again.

Review: Artyom-Dreizehn chapter 3 . Feb 5
In FTL sci fi setting on videogames, I think the Titanfall universe Jump Drives are the most sophisticated and the most versatile and not restricted by size or gravity wells, in some games i played in titanfall back then I see in the back drop that ships are in jumping in atmo, which is unplausible in ME. Halo Atmo slipsapce jump in halo 2 is made by Covies which is a catastrophy in New Mombasa infastrature, yet Titanfall FTL Jumps can do this while not damaging the surrounding

Giving an example, Halo's FTL Slip space drives requires larger ships to withstand travelling slip space and the reason their UNSC frigates are cruisers in size ME, while ME is restricted in size due to strain in eezo usage is exponential in mass and also in FTL they are realistic that in jumping out of FTL they are facing backwards for deceleration and prone to being bottleneck in FTL tech.

Answer: Which is the reason why I chose the IMC not to rely on Mass Relays, or the frontier for that matter.

Review: Janne Rolfe Jalandoni chapter 3 . Feb 6
Yes show more of humanity stomps show these xenos how a war should be fought

Answer: They shall be taught not to mess with a certain Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation!

Review: Th3DarkAngel chapter 3 . Feb 7
Lol, I was reading rereading the rwby-titanfall fanfic and I saw that one of echos spiders was named KitKat. Who knew echos spider wanted to join the IMC XD.

Answer: Yeah I have a tendency to carry names and characters from fic to fic.

Review: ecoolasice chapter 3 . Feb 10
In TF1 I was on the IMC side but as TF2 has highlighted the IMC are bad so I have a proposal that allows for the story to continue and be nicer to lore.

The IMC release a statement saying they've been attacked by hostile alien forces then appealing to our ingrained sense of unity against opposing forces call for the indictment of all of humanity and allow the militia that are now on the inside to tone down the imc's less Savory tendencies and then that would allow for the lure of Titanfall to be integrated smoothly.

This is just a rough outline of the idea and I would be open to going over it more in PM's

Answer: This is a very interesting concept. I would love to go over it too in the PMs.

Review: Hikari Nova chapter 2 . 15h ago
...Masa Effect ships are dreadnaughts around 800M to around 1KM long {with a single super dreadnaught in the whole ME citadel space being the Asari built ship Destiny Ascension at around 2KM long} cruisers, then frigates with ME ships being built around a single Mass Accelerator Gun that fires a single round of up to I think it's around 2 tons in weight and has a very slow firing rate due to heat and has laser based defence against boarding attempts and the rare use of fighter type craft

Answer: Thanks for the help on Mass effect ships. Really appreciate it!

Review: Kira-117 chapter 2 . 10h ago
if this is an au with mass effect having more ship and inventing carriers without human influence then ok but its still doesn't make any sense if the turians think it was one smuggler ship why send thousands of ships after it and why so many dreadnoughts are they using all of them an a single fleet or were they called over because of the one smuggler ship.

i get it if you want a big battle but this is even more non logical then the arrogant evil turian who start shouting for no reason in most first contact war stories in the site .

Answer: I think you misunderstood something, I said it's the frontier that has multiple thousands of inhabited planets and the IMC that has multiple thousands of ships in a fleet. But when a fleet is put in charge of circa 1500 inhabited planets to protect, you need a big one. But alas, thanks for the review.

Review: Guest chapter 3 . Mar 3
Awesome chapter, looking forward to the next one. The story itself is something I truly enjoy. Good luck!

Answer: Thou wish shall be granted. *Wizard noises*

Thank you all, and I'll see you all next time!