Pilot Predator (OCs x RWBY)

I'm Back in the Ring

RWBY looks on, mortified as it is revealed the Huntsman they will be shadowing, is none other than Doctor Oobleck.
The pilots roll on the ground, crying from laughter at their expressions, before both groups recollect themselves.

They pulled up on the legs of the Titans before Yeta slipped and hit his head on the metallic robots legging, a loud ringing sound echoing. The girls laughed at his slip up, and Oobleck frowned.

Oobleck began talking, but Yeta couldn’t hear a thing through the high-pitched ringing in his ears.
Yeta noticed a large, gray hand grab him and set him down somewhere dark. The room lit up, revealing he was inside MT-9211.
Right… Let’s go.

3 hours later…

A singular Beowulf prowls out of the forest, into an opening. It bares its fangs and lunges, before it’s blown to shreds in one shot from a single shot of a 40mm Tracking Cannon.

“Target Neutralized.” MT-9211 calls out, before he returns to scanning. Pilots Zero and Ghost are seen meditating together upon KG-1102’s chassis.
Ghost’s aura reached out to his partner. His powerful green aura suddenly staggered back, almost breaking as a powerful white glow emitted from Yeta’s body.

“What the hell-?” Yeta utters, inspecting the glow from his body.
“Fascinating- your Aura is powerful enough to nearly break mine simply by being near it- I suggest you retract it before you get exhausted or it begins to hurt…” Ghost mumbled as Yeta closed his eyes and relaxed.

The hue died down as Yeta slowly rose to his feet, a delicate smile on his face. 

“Thanks, G. Me and Megaton are gonna go wipe this sector clean, alright? Why don’t you do the same.” The white-eyed pilot pointed a thumb at the forest behind him after landing on MT-9211’s chassis.
Ghost nodded as they both embarked and went in opposite directions.

Kong picked up the Predator Cannon that rested on the ground, before walking into the treeline. The powerful and loud sound of a chaingun revving up and firing is heard in the trees, as demonic roars of agony follow.

Zero listened to the sounds of war in the distance, a twisted smile on his face. The toothy grin faded as Yeta cut all radio chatter.

“MT-9211, Pull up the terminal for Operation Wolf Spider. Code: Seven-Five-Two-Freezerburn.”
All of a sudden, a small hatch opened, revealing a small device that looked similar to a scroll… with a Red X on the back…
He opened the screen and inspected contacts, before finding a codename and pressing on it. It rang for a moment before it picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Tiger.”

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7 Hours Later…

A pack of Grimm dashed at Pilot Yeta and his Titan, most of them being ripped to shreds by the rocket barrage MT-9211 fired.

One of the Beowulfs was impaled by his grapple. He immediately turned the beast’s body into a bludgeon, sending it flying at an Ursa.

MT-9211 stomped on a large Deathstalker, before using one hand to restrain the stinger, and another to blow a hole in its head with the XO-16.

The Monarch removed the barrel from the dead insect, before pre-firing on a small horde of Grimm, tearing through Ursa after Ursa, Beowulf after Beowulf, Boarbatusks, and Creeps.

Yeta used his grapple to swing under his Titans arm, throwing both of his grenades into the shattered horde, wiping them out.
“Sector clear…” He mumbled as he wiped dirt off his shoulders, his back against Megatons shoulder.

“How’s Ghost doing?”

Meanwhile…

Ghost is seen dashing away from a train of Darkstalkers and a few Nevermore, embarked in his Titan. He eventually comes to a dead-end cliff, and draws his axe. “Let’s fucking party.”