The Atlas pilot (Male pilot reader x RWBY)

The weapon.

I walked next to the old man as we both entered a fairly big garage. On the walls, there were tools and blueprints of some kind of motorcycle. I looked over it for a second before my eyes focused on my titan. He was currently hanging from the chains with his power still off. Everything seems to still be intake from when we collapsed. I sighed softly seeing that he was scraped for parts from this old man. Just then I saw an orange mop of hair appear behind him as a small child appeared wearing some kind of overalls over a long shirt matching her tan skirt. She looks nothing like this old man.

"Oh, dad. You're back. Is this the man you spoke of?" She asked as the old man nod.

"Indeed. How is his titan dear?" He asked as she looked down in sadness? Why is she upset at Stryder?

"He hasn't moved and I tried to enter its mainframe to see what was wrong but I can't scan it at all." She explained making me confused before I saw my vision turn monochrome as I held my head.

"Hey, are you alright?" The old man asked as I looked at him before nodding.

"I'm fine." Looking at him I noticed my vision return to normal.

"Father, my scans indicate an anomaly around him." The girl said as I looked at her confused but my helmet blocked it.

"An anomaly?"

"Yes. This anomaly is also around his massive friend as well. I can't seem to pinpoint its source." She said but I knew exactly what she was talking about.

Making my way towards Stryder I felt around his cockpit for a lip. Running my hand around it I felt it before ripping it off the heavily damaged titan. Placing my hand inside I pulled out a small monochrome device. The symbol on it was a ghost as it was heavily damaged just like its home. Sighing I placed it in my pocket causing the onlookers to look in confusion.

"Apologize. But the device I have on me currently is what causes our whole issue. I'm keeping it on me until I feel more comfortable to trust you after all this whole world is completely different from my own." Using my jump kit I boosted towards the back of Stryders chasis as I pulled out an average size briefcase after pressing a series of buttons.

The case was its signature silver color completely different from the charred black of my titan. The label on it was the same three letters of the people that invaded my home. I.M.C. I looked at this case with no emotion. Jumping off I made my way towards the room I stayed in as the two looked at me with confusion. Setting the case on the bed I opened it up seeing the multitude of silver, metal, and cloth.  I began to strip off my armor. Standing in my forest green shirt and brown pants I saw that they were also ruined by Demeter. Taking my shirt off I looked down at my body. It wasn't too slim or too buff. It was average but you could see I worked on it during my time as a soldier. It might've been buff but it's also scarred from bullets and knife slashes.

Looking towards my right wrist I looked at the two black bands on it. The two had names on them the people I do this for, my fallen father and grandfather. I kissed them as I pulled the helmet on reminiscing on my time as an IMC soldier.
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Location: IMC hq day: 2 time: 1600 hours. 8 pm.

A dark room empty of all life laid dormant. The door of the room slid open, a broken man made his way inside lazily. His hand left the door panel as he made his way in. Taking his helmet off the soldier stood still before dropping it to the ground. Turning around and sitting on the bed he placed his hand on his forehead. Tears ran down his face as they connected with their outfit that was stained in blood and soot. His h/c hair was greasy and messy. The tired e/c eyes scanned the room before picking up a small portiet of a family.