The battle for the frontier began not to long ago. However with the introduction of Titans, the eponymous system of warfare, giant hulking metal bipeds capable of enormous destruction. And the ones who pilot them, appropriatly named Pilots, who with they'er expansive special forces training and training in advanced moment, make them they're own machines of havoc and mayhem. We are the 6-4 Mercenary group and were here to take back the frontier from the Apex Predator on our own terms. While we fight for the good of the frontier we still need the funds seeming that we operate on our own. Supplies and Titans are not cheap. Hence forth why we are a mercenary group. The latter force is Apex Predator. The original force that took the frontier from the IMC who were once called the militia. That was a few bloody years. We as the 6-4 are scraped up survivors of the damn near massacre. Apex Predator are still the same force they used to be except for operating in smaller groups. Now with all this being said I am an full operating member of the 6-4. But for this story im going to have to take you back to before I joined the 6-4. When The Militia did this shit too me.
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What Makes Us Human (Titanfall fanfiction)
FanfictionOne Pilot, One Titan. The story of the cold steel heart of war and one mans attempt to remedy his own war torn past.
