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The imc

After the tumultuous battle on the fringes of the Frontier, I found myself standing amidst the wreckage, holding the gear of the fallen IMC pilot and the controls of his titan. The echoes of the conflict still resonated in the air when a hulking IMC ship, the IMS Colossus, descended from the skies, casting an imposing shadow over the battlefield.

Drawn to the ship, I approached the massive hangar doors, my presence catching the attention of the observing IMC soldiers. Their curious gazes followed me as I made my way into the hangar, the titan accompanying my every step. The atmosphere was tense, a palpable mix of suspicion and interest.

As I navigated the hangar, a stern-looking captain, adorned with the unmistakable insignia of the IMC, approached me. His eyes scrutinized the gear in my hands, and he gestured toward the titan. "Explain yourself, civilian. What brings you here with the spoils of battle?" he demanded.

I recounted the events that led me to the battlefield, the unexpected alliance forged amidst the chaos, and the pilot's final moments. The captain listened intently, his gaze unwavering. When I finished, he regarded me with a measured expression.

"You claim to have taken down a Militia titan and aided an IMC pilot in battle. That's quite the tale," he remarked, folding his arms across his chest. "But actions speak louder than words. If you want to be part of the IMC, you'll need to prove yourself."

A murmur spread through the hangar as the soldiers exchanged glances. The captain, seemingly impressed, continued, "We're in need of skilled pilots, and your resourcefulness may be an asset. However, you'll need training – the kind that turns civilians into capable operatives."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and after a moment's consideration, I nodded. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to contribute," I replied, my determination clear. "Train me, and I'll prove that I can be an asset to the IMC."

The captain's stern expression softened, and he extended his hand. "Welcome aboard, recruit. We'll see if you have what it takes to be a pilot of the IMS Colossus. But make no mistake – you'll be held to the same standards as any other IMC soldier."

As I shook his hand, I felt a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. The path ahead was uncertain, and I knew that joining the IMC meant navigating a morally complex universe. But with the fallen pilot's gear in my possession, the titan by my side, and the opportunity to undergo pilot training on the IMS Colossus, I embraced the challenge that awaited me. Little did I know that my journey was just beginning, and the choices I made would shape the course of the war.