Titanfall: The Beginning (A Militia Story) [Will be rewritten once completed]

Prepping for Battle

P.S. this is a fan-made tale that is based off of the original Titanfall game. I do not own the pictures.

Now, stand by for TitanFall!

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(Y/N)'s POV

I woke up from my nap when we arrived at the planet Fracture. Sure, the place looks beautiful, but why are we near an IMC-occupied planet?

*Beep beep beep!*

I receive a call from my wrist pad, which shows my friend, Braiden. He's a teenager, like me. He has short, brown hair, has green eyes, and is about as tall as me. We share the same Pilot rank.

Braiden: "Morning, Kid. How was your sleep?" *Smiles.*

He calls me "Kid" whenever I act like a child or just to tease me. It's gets on my nerves, since we're about the same age...

(Y/N): "Can you stop calling me Kid, Braiden?" *Yawns.* "I'm nearly the same age as you."

Braiden: "True, but no. Anyway, we have a meeting at 10AM; don't be late."

(Y/N): "List one time when I arrived late."

Braiden: "The—"

(Y/N): "Don't answer that."

Braiden: "Fine. I'm hanging up now. Later, (Y/N)." *Click.*

(Y/N): Sigh "Geez... whelp, I should get my gear on..."

(Switching POV's, brought you by (Y/N) riding on a Friendly Titan.)

Braiden's POV

After I talking to (Y/N) on the wrist pad, I decide to head to the mess hall to get something to eat. I get the usual MRG (Meal, Ready to Go). Then, I walk down to a table where the other Pilots are.

John: "Hey Greenie, ready to see how its feels to be a real Pilot?"

Braiden: "A bit nervous, but I'm hyped!"

Lastimosa: "I'm sure you'll be fine, Braiden. Once you get in there, you'll know what to do."

Braiden: "Thanks, Tai."

Cara: "Or, you'll get your squad surrounded by a bunch of Titans!" Chuckles.

Braiden: Ugh. "It was Day One of live action in the sim pods, Cara..."

Ricktofen: "Hey Cara, cut some slack on ze poor boy, ya?"

Cara: "Whatever..."

As we talk about how each of us is doing, (Y/N) arrives at the table... Finally!

Braiden: "Look who's last to join the party."

(Y/N): "Oh shush, I missplaced my Smart Pistol, ok?"

John: "How did you get a hold of those? I thought only high-skilled Pilots like Lastimosa can use them?"

Lastimosa: "You're right."

Braiden: "We made our own Smart Pistols— well, (Y/N) did. Mine is still a work-in-progress."

Ricktofen: "Well, call me impressed."

As we continue to eat and talk, (Y/N) decides to question about something

(Y/N): "So, does anyone know where we're going?"

Cara: "Probably taking a break from the IMC."

John: "I doubt that."