When Titans Fall (RWBY x M! Titan Pilot Reader)

Hell Hires the Best

So... funny meeting you here. I'm really sorry for the wait. As you all know, school is back in session, and my classes are wasting not just time. They're wasting mine. Anyway, I will be updating less frequently due to this. I'll try to keep up but can make no guarantees. 

     The sound of explosions was music to your ears as yet another White Fang bullhead crashed into the ground, becoming a mushroom cloud for a second before the flames dispersed. The terrorist incursion was still ongoing, though now Atlas was pushing back. They had gotten other air-to-air vehicles up thanks to you. After you left the paladins to the soldiers, you went to the roof and 'borrowed' an Atlas attack drop ship. Any Fang unfortunate enough to be in the air within five hundred feet of you didn't last long. Now, yourself, along with the other surviving Atlas pilots, were keeping any and all enemy air support away. 

     The White Fang had brought a reasonable number, sure, but they didn't have an army, which was what they needed. You shoved the throttle forward, boosting the speed as you moved in between three bullheads as your machine guns grinded and tattered the hulls of the craft, sending them to the ground, the ones inside through it all the way to hell. 

     Radio chatter over the Atlas comms had confirmed that the White Fang was beginning to lose their momentum. "This is blue-two; enemy forces are starting a retreat. I repeat, they are starting to pull out!" A voice said over the radio.

"What a shame! I wanted them to finish inside!" Another voice said. A series of laughs were his response. You even cracked a smile, missing the military banter you were so used to hearing. Suddenly, another drop ship flew up beside you. "This is Major Tom to ground control! They aren't pulling out-"

"Whoohoo!"

"They're doing something else. I can't tell yet." You looked down to indeed see the White Fang's forces were not making tactical retreat, but were in fact redirecting their forces. You recognized it as a desperation strategy. 

"This is Pilot (L/N). They're redirecting their soldiers. Most likely in a plan to concentrate all man power on one specific choke point." You said into the radio. 

"Uh... guys? The paladin docking bay doors are still open..." You looked towards said location to see the men you had saved were cornered, trying to protect against the oncoming faunus hoards.

"All units, converge on the main docking bay! They're taking all they have to that one spot, and we need to keep them out." Following your orders, you began to see Atlas troops moving in the same direction as the Fang. Your 'wing men' followed suit.

     You flew at high speeds towards the docking bay. Suddenly, a paladin caught your eye. It looked like any other paladin, only this one was standing with the White Fang. You looked around and saw they actually had control over several of the large mechs. Dammit! Something needs to change! Once the paladin was in gun range, you opened with a rocket salvo. The pilot didn't react fast enough and all ten dust powered rockets slammed into the machine, detonating and destroying it. Just then, an alarm blared in the cockpit. It was the target warning. You glanced out the cockpit windshield to see several orange balls of light shooting towards you. "Shit!"

     You boosted forward in an attempt to dodge the missiles. You slowed the drop ship to near a stop and turned in the direction of the missiles before you shot the throttle forward and pushed forward on the joy stick, just barely managing to go under the barrage. You smirked at the silent victory until you noticed that the alarm hadn't shut off yet. "Oh god dammit." Your aircraft shook as a missile impacted the back. Drawing a smart pistol, you blew half the magazine into the window before you punched it as hard as you could. The cockpit window shattered in a small section, just large enough to be used. You jumped out of the small hole right as the remaining missiles made contact with the ship. The explosion it created was a fair size, and it threw you from a coordinated fall to a stomach churning spiral.