Gunslinger, criminal, terrorist. These are just a few names to describe him. A young pilot and his Legion class Titan has had enough of the war. In an effort to escape it all, he commits one last crime to escape to an unknown world filled with death...
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Outlaw. Criminal. Terrorist. A threat to the Frontier by both the Militia and the IMC. I've acquired many names during my time, allbut a few being villainous. Angel City's Most Wanted.....but I'm done with this life.
This charade is done for; This war will never end. For years I've tried to stop it, but I've learned that like the great wars of the past, this will not end well for any of us. The only way out is to escape this hellish nightmare; To start a new life in the outer reaches of the galaxy. I only have one shot for this; One opportunity. I better make this count.
Swamplands of Typhon...
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I stood over a cliff, looking over the Fleet Expedition Base amidst the dense fog. Flyers passed over me as they flew towards the base. The IMC had just finished pushing the Militia back with the support of the ARES Division. I noticed a few ships of various sizes landing near our location.
Krieg: What about the small one?
Legion: THE MK. II IMC FLAGSHIP MAXIMUM HOLDING CAPACITY IS 35,000 POUNDS...
Krieg: So it can't hold you?
Legion: IT IS 210 POUNDS UNDER OUR COMBINED WEIGHT...
Krieg: Okay, then what about-? Wait....did you just call me fat?
