(Language warning again)
(And imma twist the story a bit from now on, words no one's ever said in the franchise"After getting onto the cargo lift, I spotted BT trying to escape from the arm, "yeah that won't work you stupid fucking robot" I thought to myself, the descent took a while to enter the facility, what type of place is this? I see some platforms moving around, "wait are they building fucking houses?"
After about 5 minutes of descent, we reached the facility, took long enough, BT was still trying to break free, still no use. "Pilot, I will try to maintain communication with you throughout this facility. But be advised, our connection may lose signal as we are underground." Yeah I got it, I'll probably get lost, I stated "yeah you probably won't be as useful while being held hostage by a giant mechanical arm, BT." I began to make my way around the weird looking facility, but run into some not-so friendlies. "Got a visual on some hostiles, cooper, be advised." Yeah not really hard work as they were just IMC soldiers, so basically the usual. I made my way through the factory, and had to do some platforming and climbing for some parts, almost fell off a wall a few times while wall-running to get to the next area, "cooper ,I am...hostiles...careful." Well fuck, signals getting lost down here, "I think he said something about hosti- oh for the love of god there's spectres, grunts, walking bombs, for some reason, and reapers, yeah it's safe to say I'm dead" I mumbled this to myself. What sort of curse have I gotten myself into with all of this? They're in my way of where I've got to go, it's shooting time I guess. I check the magazine in my gun, full, I check how much ammo I have left, "should be enough. Not like I'll need most of it, it's all about improvisation."
I scavenge the area, explosive barrels, extra explosives in crates, different weapons, I might actually be able to survive this to be honest.After about 15 minutes of hell, and near death experiences, all hostiles were down, cheeky bastards got the jump on me a few times with those reapers, annoying things they are, if only I had BT with me, that way I would've survived way easier. I took a moment to analyse the surroundings, bodies and dismembered robot pieces all over the floor, how...uhh...fun?
I made my way to the next area, running on more walls, free roller coaster ride anyone? I got to the second part of the facility, more houses being built..wait is that a laser grid, Binding the walls and floors? Wait is this for some sort of homestead?
I stood for a few seconds to glance at what's happening, still clueless of what scheme blisk gave ash to do, and there she was, on the speakers around the facility. "Hello, pilot. Welcome to my little homestead experiment. I have taken your precious little titan so you don't cause as much damage, which I am taking a guess that you have, because you are so reckless. Make your way to the next area to seal your fate." She cut off the speakers, it's time to get a move on, she's got a challenge for me by the looks of it.After about 15-20 minutes of walking around the facility, still no sight of BT, where the hell could he have disappeared to this time, always getting himself into somewhat chaos. Remind me to never tell BT to take a "shortcut" because according to him, this is his so called faster route. I continued to walk about, admiring the structure of this place, gonna hate to see it when it goes kaboom, theoretically, metaphorically and logically. I encountered more hostiles on the way through the facility, unfortunately for me, I ran out of ammo, "well now this is a problem isn't it, let's be civil about this, yeah?" I spoke out as I got surrounded by the personnel of the facility. "You're not welcome here, and this facility will be your grave." Spoke out one of the IMC soldiers. Yeah in your dreams mate. "You really thought I'd be captured that easy huh? Well you're wrong" after this I disarmed him by taking his gun, "yoink, mine now" and cleared the area. "At least give me a challenge" I mumbled to myself. The hallways were quiet..too quiet. Red lights flooded through the whole factory, to signal a lockdown..that can't be good..
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The pilot: Jack Cooper (twisted around a little)
ActionJack cooper, a rifleman in the militia embarks on his journey to become a pilot with the bare minimum training needed, promoted to the rank of pilot mid-battlefield by Cpt.Lastimosa.