what if a kid joined the apex predators

where it all began /fire fight

In the vast and tumultuous reaches of the Titanfall universe, I am Jack, a resident of a small settlement on the periphery of the Frontier. One evening, the distant cacophony of titans and the rhythmic pulse of pilots led me beyond the familiar safety of my home. Driven by curiosity, I ventured into the untamed wilderness, oblivious to the destiny that awaited me.

As I traversed deeper into the heart of conflict, the sounds of war intensified. The Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation (IMC) clashed relentlessly with the Frontier Militia, their battle echoing through the air. The tension was palpable, and the acrid scent of burning metal pervaded my senses. Cautiously, I pressed on, drawn toward a clearing where titans engaged in a colossal struggle.

Awestruck, I sought refuge behind a colossal rock as titans traded thunderous blows, and pilots soared through the air with breathtaking agility. Amidst the chaos, my attention was captured by a wounded IMC titan, its once-majestic frame now battered and struggling. Its pilot, a weary soldier, looked at me with a mixture of desperation and resolve.

Driven by an impulse to help, I rushed towards the beleaguered titan and its pilot. The cockpit door revealed a face marked by exhaustion and determination. Without hesitation, I clambered onto the titan's back, discovering a makeshift repair kit. My hands worked with urgency, patching up the titan's damaged chassis as explosions and gunfire echoed around us.

The titan's systems hummed back to life, and with newfound strength, it rejoined the fray. The battle was fierce, and we fought together against the Frontier Militia. Victory, however, came at a cost, as the pilot's strength waned. Realizing the gravity of the situation, I helped the exhausted IMC pilot disembark from the titan.

In the aftermath of the skirmish, we found a quiet corner amidst the wreckage. The IMC pilot, grateful for the unexpected assistance, nodded appreciatively. Sensing the end drawing near, he unclasped the gear from his suit and handed it to me, a symbolic gesture of passing the torch. As he transferred control of the titan to me, his voice weak but resolute, he urged me to continue the fight against the Militia.

With the pilot's gear in my possession and the controls of the titan under my command, I stood at the crossroads of conflicting loyalties. The IMC forces retreated, leaving me alone with the titan and the memories of the battle. As the pilot breathed his last, his final words echoed in my mind, urging me to navigate the moral intricacies of a universe at war and to make choices that align with my values.

Now, carrying the insignia of the IMC, the gear of a fallen pilot, and the controls of a titan, I embark on a journey that transcends allegiance. The path ahead is uncertain, but armed with a newfound understanding of the complexities of the Titanfall universe, I am determined to forge my destiny amidst the chaos of war.

for reference the titan class is monarch.