It's 2043, and America is run by the largest dystopian corporation to have ever existed - Paragon. They've created seven sanctums, and the closer you are to the first, the richer and more important you are to the country.
Five teenagers were all bor...
"What's up boss?" Lauren says when she walks into the mechanical room. The large warehouse has numerous titans that Lauren designed herself being built. They hang from large metal claw-like cranes, some being fine-tuned and others being freshly fixed. The whirring and buzzing from mechanical saws and blowtorches could be heard throughout the entire facility as the two women survey their progress.
"I have news," Ally says, giving her a bright smile. The Latina raises a thick eyebrow.
"I'm all ears," Lauren smiles back, not nearly as positive as the little ball of sunshine before her.
"We've decided to make you a pilot," She says with a wider smile. Lauren's eyebrows shoot up, a gasp leaving her lips as she jumps up and down like a child. "You've earned it, Lo."
"Are you fucking serious?" She squeals, jumping up and down like a little kid. The shorter woman nods and reciprocates the tight hug her friend is giving her.
Ally heads off to the deck. She motions for Lauren to follow her. The pale woman takes a deep breath and jogs to catch up with her, eyes wandering through the warehouse. She notices the array of planes that she and Dinah tend to use on a daily basis. Now, she'll have her titan to do that for her.
They step on the elevator platform, heading up to the titan hangar. Lauren sprints ahead of her boss and skids to a stop, mouth agape.
She stares up at her own titan. His silver armor and blue lights flicker as some of the engineers clean him off. His heavy machine gun rests face down as he leans on it. An engineer yells something and he activates the camouflage. He then exits it and turns on his power shield. They fire a few bullets at it and nod, approving its strength. He switches to jet-mode, hovering in the air. His name is plastered in painted blue letters along the hood of the plane. Lauren stares in awe. That's hers.
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(Yes...I'm totally using a video game)
Lauren strolls over to him, clearing her throat. He turns his head once before looking away, lifting his gun off the ground.
"What's your name?" Lauren asks as she stands on the elevated deck, staring at the kneeling robotic titan. He has no eyes, so it's extremely hard to tell when he's looking at her. He turns his body and crouches down slightly, head moving as if it's inspecting her.
It's deep voice rumbles, "M-014, but you can call me Monarch. You?" His accent is deep and Americanized, like a program of some sort from Apple.
"Lauren Jauregui," She replies, saluting him. The hood of the cockpit lifts, telling her to get in. She jumps and uses the thrusters on her boots to help her get in.
