An: I don't own Titanfall, Hawaken, or Mass Effect. These are my opinion in this story. Also I will be writing some dialogs in broken English for we a rush job on a translator and some words that are in bold and in parentheses are inferences by the Pilot.

I was reading more on the history of this Council and found that they are using reversed-engineered tech from Protheans. I was interrupted by Trusty.

"Sir, I believe it is best if we limit our interaction with, and distance ourselves from, the new Humanity we have found," Trusty said.

"What? you want me to leave MY people to fight for themselves," I asked it.

"Sir, these are not your people. I have gone thru their history and they also are using technology from Protheans, just like this Council," It countered. "I am not saying to not protect colonies ether, sir. But if you do stay with this humanity, then the Turians, or the Council, will ask for reprimand for the casualties from the previous battle," It added.

'Would they attack this humanity to get to me,' I thought. I sighed and looked at my helmet and asked, "Alright, what will my race be now?"

"Mandalorian. Listening to many personnel, since my activation, say that pilots closely resemble Mandalorians," It said as it went on about were the word came from.

"Alright, alter all personnel information so they state Mandalorian for race. Also, make a history for our new race, make it believable enough for this universe," I said as I cut Trusty off of its rant.

A day and a half later

We arrived 1 light-year away from the Citadel and all its 'glory'. Granted that it was a marvel, but the Council did not build it. The occupied it and probably did not know all of its secrets.

"Trusty, prep a dropship for me. Also, can you do a deep scan of the station, and hack for any important data," I ordered the AI.

"Understood, sir," Trusty said. "I have compiled an extensive history for the new race. The Mandalorians, you, are a ruthless, loyal warrior race that is 'dying off' due to constant war that elevated to the creation of mech's called Titans," it added.

"It would explain my combat efficiency, and make sure you don't give out any information of how to make our tech," I said.

"I am well aware, sir, but what about the information of AI," it asked.

"What about it," I asked.

"They made AI illegal here," he stated in somewhat fearful tone.

"Well they can go get stepped on for all I care," I replied instantly. My partner was an AI and we, pilots, have a bond to our titans.

"Understood, the dropship is ready, sir," Trusty informed.

"Thank you," I told the AI, "also prep CT, just in case."

"Affirmative Sir," he said as I walked to the Ship. "Also, there is an ongoing Council meeting at this moment."

Above The Presidium

I grabbed my parkour kit and grabbed a wingman and a L-STAR both with extended mags and 4 Gravity stars.

"Sir, is it wise to have two abilities at once," Trusty asked me. "The time it would take to transition between them would be 10 seconds, let alone the power drain if they are used at the same time."

"Don't worry I know what I'm doing," I said with a small smile. "Plus what's the point of using both Shift and Cloak at the same time."

"Understood, also your titan is ready, Sir," Trusty said as he cut the channel.

Once I warped to the park like area, I left the ship on autopilot, setting the destination to the Final Stage, and jumped out of the ship. Once I landed, Trusty dropped a waypoint to the Council meeting room and it gave me a translator to talk to them. I ran to the room and cloaked once near the room and walked in.

In the building weren't many guards so it was easy to get into the meeting room. It held three being, a Turian, an Asari, and Salarian, on one side and a Batarian on the other.

I dropped in front of the Batarian, shocking all in the room.

"Now that I have your attention, Let's begin with-" I started but was stopped by a hand on my shoulder and was turned to face an angry Batarian.

"Who you think are," the Four eyed alien asked.

As he, I think it's a he, said that I punched it in the stomach.

"Okay let me just got to the business at hand," I said as I turned to the Council. "You attacked a colony that did not know of your laws and regulations. How do you defense?"

I looked at the Turian as he was glaring daggers at me while the other to seemed surprised at my claim.

"What is (your) evidence for (this) serious claim," The Asari representative asked.

I then saw a text on my HUD from Trusty 'sending evidence audio files'. I then played the files Trusty sent to me. Due to the language and rush job on the translator, I barely understood the talk in the files. What I understood from them was that the one in charge knew they were a new race and they were going to exterminate them or subjugate them into being a client race.

"Thank you for bring (this) into light, we will talk (your) ambassador to settle (this) transgression," the Asari responded as both ambassadors were looking at the Turian representative. The Turian just glared at me as he dismissed the looks he got from the others.

"Those aren't my people," I informed them as they gave me a look of confusion.

"Then why (did you) protect and confront us (for them)? (Are) your people their ally," the Salarian asked as it narrowed its eyes.

I lifted my left arm and taped on my tac-pad and posted the faux history to the extranet and sent them a link to the page. This made it so that everyone knows of my 'people' and our capabilities.

The first to respond was the Salarian. "You have AI's," it asked in surprise.

The Turian then said, "Dispose (of them) immediately, (do) you know what (they are) capable?"

"Yes, we do. And you don't order me on anything, understand? I've survived wars you all won't survive in. I'm a SRS Pilot of the Militia Fleet, and last time I checked the militia doesn't follow orders from aliens," I said to the Turian, who pressed a panic button. Many aliens with blue armor came rushing in, weapons trained on me.

"You will do (as) I say and turn (your)self in," The Turian said.

"OK… Drop 'em," I said to Trusty even though everyone heard. The ones in armor laughed as they thought I was talking to them.

I waited until the building shook and threw a star to the security causing them to bunch up. I activated shift as I ran to the bunched up Security. Once out the and into the open area called Presidium and jumped towards my Titan. It instantly grabbed me from the air and moved me to its chest, as it opened for me.

Once I was settled in the seat and got control of the Titan (which took at least 5 seconds), and I looked thru the hole and told the Councilors, "This is, but a piece of the technology my people have. I chose to be civil and one of yours chose to demand for what is not his. Our talks are over, from a non-aggression treaty to friendly relations talks are now mute."

"Why? We (could) learn a lot (from each) other," The Salarian said as all the ambassadors walked to the hole, and I had the pilot seat open.

"No, you could learn a lot from us. We don't need your relays to move about, and we have better shields then maybe all your ships." I told them as I pointed to them. "Trusty, I need a pickup, and I need it now," I said as I had my right hand to my right ear.

/Understood/ It responded.

Closing the cockpit of the Titan and activated the hover thrusters as The Final Stage warped in. I entered thru the opening under the titan hanger.

"Were to sir," Trusty asked.

I thought for a second and finally made a decision, "Lets meet these AI's that they all fear."

AN: I ran into a wall with my story 'Misplaced Battle Automaton'. This doesn't mean that I dropped it into file 13. I was almost half way finished with chapter 6 when I hit the wall, so I decided to work on this one, and the other, to clear my head from it for a bit.