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"Pilot I require assistance" 


"What? Why?! What's wrong" Quinn says, mouth shifting into a tight line under her mask, turning her head she sees BT being flailed around by a giant mechanical arm. Her eyes bulge in fright, "BT! shit no!" She dashes down the entrance hallway, wall jumping to gain more speed. "I am unable to break free" her titan beeps Quinn jumps using her dash pack and breaks through the door vaulting over railings and gaps on the small metal bridge, "hold on, I'm coming" panic tinged her words. She just got BT up and running from near deactivation after losing her mentor, she hasn't even had time to grieve yet and someone was trying to take the last part of her teacher away from her. The titan releases a volley of missiles, hoping to get himself free.


She doesn't make it. And he doesn't free himself


"Pilot, I cannot free myself…- lancer" BT's singular cyan eye seems to squint, right as Quinn's eyes widen in terror. No nonononono. She pushes herself to go faster, it sounded like his voice had an alarmed tinge to it. Which made everything ten times worse. BT was a machine, was never scared, and most importantly he never said her name. Any of her names. Her and Lastimosa were always announced as pilots or rifelman with BT, hearing him say her last name scared the living shit out of her. 


Another arm appears from her left, managing to smack her into a wall. Her vision momentarily goes black and when she comes to, her side of the neural link is full of static.



She had run through the majority of the factory, dodging enemies and the mechanical arms putting together what seemed to be fake houses. Was this a simulation facility? The thought runs through her mind quickly. Running into an open area Quinn stops and hides behind a bright white pillar, she peeks around the rounded wall counting how many enemies there were. "2, 6, 14, in total guarding the area." She sucks in a breath "ok I've dealt with more enemies before- maybe not so close up but I have done it nonetheless" she whispers attempting to hype herself up. She was distracted.


She could usually feel BT through the link they had, and now she couldn't feel him at all. Maybe something was blocking the connection, or BT was powered down. She honestly didn't know and was slowly starting to descend into a panicked fit. This was war, and she was a brand new pilot with minimal training and no titan. She hasn't slept, or had a sufficient amount of food in days.


At this rate she was going to lose her mind.


Gritting her teeth Quinn comes out sliding, pistol drawn and taking down several IMC grunts slowly wilting their numbers down with what little focus and precision she had. Her pilot helmet lit up her enemies in a bright red outline through walls and cover, giving her a huge advantage and a couple seconds to prepare. After reloading her pistol she pulls out a shotgun, checks the chamber and cocks the pump back. She breathes in, then snaps her hand into a fist setting off her gear's invisibility cloak and charging head first into a shielded grunt and blowing his chest to bits; she was a rifleman and a sniper before she ever became a pilot. The years of training and muscle memory taking over her movements with the added bonus of a jet pack and invisibility. She tore through the IMCs forces, crushing whoever she couldn't shoot with steel-toed boots. She did this numerous times until she reached a lift, and got some reprieve from battle. 


Now that she was thinking about it, it probably wasn't a super good idea to sit down… her head bobbed with the effort of trying to stay awake. Her thoughts momentarily going to her mentor, Tai Lastimosa. One of the greatest pilots of the militia, was one of the greatest pilots of the militia and BTs first, and original partner. What would he think of her now? She got him killed, and lost BT. Somehow she already knew the answer to that question, he would be disappointed. 


Static boomed through her comms, and a strong push through the link connecting woman to machine dragged her forcefully out of unconsciousness. Making her body lurch and a ragged gasp leave her throat in slight pain. "Connection reestablished" Her comms once again crackled to life "Pilot do you copy?, your heart rate has dropped dangerously low. State your condition. repeat, Pilot, do you copy?" The mechanical baritone of her titans voice brings her closer to wakefulness a little quicker. Unfortunately she isn't able to say anything back due to the lift violently lurching to the left, throwing her off and onto another fake home which was also lurching back and forth. 


She yells clawing at the tile holding the fake home together and gaining the attention of a good number of IMC troops. The mechanical arm holding the house rotates a full 360 degrees throwing her off with a scream, She hits the ground with a loud "FUCK" feeling something bend or break in her side. Quinn blearily blinks at what feels like concern and panic washing over BTs side of the link, that was new. Picking her head up she rolls just in time to dodge several bullets aimed straight for her face. Setting off the invisibility on her gear again she quickly hides behind several crates, hearing the grunts yell that they lost sight of her. She grabs her gun "BT?" Her voice was quiet, almost breathy with hope. Her comms scream with static before a voice comes through again "yes, I am here. State your condition Pilot lancer" relief crashes through her. And something makes her eyes burn, "I'm fine, where are you? How do I get to you?" She asks, taking a few shots over her stacked cover, "I have been taken to this facility's substation, you must follow the pipes to the lower levels" he says. Quinn nods and throws an arc grenade over her shoulder, "my readings say that you have multiple fractures on several of your ribs. I advise you to seek medical supplies as soon as possible" she snorts "will do BT, after I get to you" she takes down three grunts, "that is not a safe option. You should seek medical supplies" comes his curt reply "we have a medkit in your cockpit, I'll get what I need from there. I don't have anywhere safe to stop and register the supplies I need. I'm coming to you first" she states moving past blinded soldiers and jumping into another moving platform. She hears the bot actually grumble, "if that is the safest option. Stay cautious pilot" he says. 


She doesn't know how many grunts she's killed or how many platforms she's jumped across by the time her comms go off on the enemy's lines. "Blisk, this is ash. I have a vanguard class titan, what would you like me to do with it?" Quinn pauses, "I don't bloody care, destroy it. What about its pilot?" A man with an Australian accent asks. Her heart drops to her stomach and the feeling of ice water shot down her spine. "She is being dealt with. This facility was built to kill, I am sure I can take advantage of that fact if I have to" ash says "ash, that place is not your bloody playground, I'm not paying you to be clever! You scuttle that place if you have to eh? Blisk out" he says and the comms shut off. Quinn growls, "Pilot, I'm being taken down an assembly line. There may be a common exit, I recommend you follow the flow of the platforms" the titan suggests. She sends an affirmative ping over their link, and takes off towards him.


Her ears were ringing, pupils held within a sea of crystalline blue the size of pinpricks in fear. Adrenaline flowing through her veins keeping her going, keeping her alive. Ticks; explosive kamikazing spider-like robots, chased her. Lighting the surrounding area on fire. She stumbles on her feet, an explosion from one of the few hundred next to her shaking the ground she ran on. Her lungs ached, and her legs grew more and more tired. This mercenary, Ash, was a simulacrum only interested in money and having her turned to a fried corpse. She beat her game, taking down spectre after spectre and even some reapers. Apparently the female bot had not expected that, and has now sent the entire building of troops after her. 


Quinn was not pleased. But to be fair, neither was ash…



She launches herself over a broken part of the dome, using her jet pack for a more graceful landing and then starts sprinting again. Finally making it to a large gap, where pieces of the broken simulation were being carried down another assembly line for repair. An idea comes to mind. Backing up Quinn takes a leaping start at the broken concrete, using her booster to keep her upright and on the makeshift wall and leaps the rest of the way avoiding the other hundred ticks. She hits the ground and rolls to avoid any sting to her legs, and quickly takes a look around scanning the environment for BTs signature. She finds it straight away about two-hundred feet in front of her and starts a mad dash for the mildly damaged titan. When she gets into the simulation room BT is cornered by enemy titans, her heart jumps to her throat at one of them getting a lucky shot in at the Titans chassis. Anger grips her and she takes off towards them with a war cry, boosting as hard and fast as she can at the turned Northstar closest to her. Explosions and gunfire echoed around her, but her red tainted vision had only one target. 


Quinn snarls and starts tearing into the Titans armor with her data knife, and pops the battery powering the IMCs titan out and hooks it to her back. Pulling a grande out she dodges the large metal hand swatting at her and throws it down the charging port, she flings herself off of it, watching as the titan bursts into flames and crumples to the ground with a sick sense of satisfaction. She jumps and lands on the arm of another enemy titan that had tried to grab her, shoving a firestar into the joints of its arm causing it to lock up and giving her a chance to run up it and to its battery. Where she repeats the process of ripping it out and blowing the titan up with another grenade. Shifting out of her enraged state she makes her way to her titan with renewed vigor, reaching him and putting the stolen batteries in their compartments along his side while he twirled around a ronin in a deadly mechanical dance. BT with all the grace a twenty eight foot tall robot can muster, dodges every attack the melee based titan throws. Keeping his pilot safe and out of harm's way while she worked, and killing off any grunts and reapers he could aim and hit. When Quinn locks the set of two batteries in, she jumps into BTs awaiting hand to embark. Her helmet lights up with the Titans 3 main protocols.


Protocol 1: link to Pilot


Protocol 2: uphold the mission


Protocol 3: protect the Pilot


The pilot grits her teeth and takes full control of the vanguard class when he announces that the link is authorized again, moving into the offensive smoothly. She throws a right hook, knocking the ronin off balance, and uses BTs gun to blow the arm carrying the Titans sword clean off. With savage strength she tears the Titans cockpit door open, reaches inside and crushes the pilot effectively ending the battle. 



Panting she relinquishes control to BT, eyes still wide and brows deeply furrowed. 


"Well done Pilot, that was a difficult battle. You held yourself well. I recommend you rest" he says striding over the smoking battlefield, Quinn shakes her head still trying to breath "can't relax yet, one of those predators, Ash, she's hot on our trail. We want out, we're gonna have to go through her" she says staring up at the camera that allows BT to see inside his cockpit. "Very well, we keep moving, but once finished I advise you to take a rest. You have been in active duty for approximately 13.25 hours with little to no nourishment" he stated and Quinn nodded.



"Oh shit!" Taking full control, she dodges ash's ronin's sword ducking and skidding to the right of the simulacrum. She uses one of BTs boosts missing another attack and uses the large gun in their hands to knock her off balance, she gets in a hard hit right on the left side of the ronin's cockpit hearing ash grunt through the enemies comm line. Quinn takes the moment of distraction and barrels full force into the enemy duo, grabbing and tearing the sword out of their hand. She hears ash scream on the comm lines as BTs hands tear them both apart and they are set ablaze. The pilot jerks the titan back, steering clear of the flames as the roaring battle around them goes quiet and all the extra forces the mercenary pilot had for backup ran. Both titan and pilot, simultaneously agree on one thing.


There will be no mercy.


Finally, fresh air. She closes her eyes in relief, unbelievably happy that they were no longer in danger, or in pain (thanks heavy duty pilot medicine) At least for the time being. Quinn leans back onto BTs shoulder, fully intending to rest there. She lets out a startled yelp as she is casually plucked off and put gently back inside the darkened cockpit of BTs chassis. She blinks, "while I understand you were stuck in that facility and want fresh air, the outside of my hatch is not the safest place for rest" BT says with the same tone as usual. Quinn snorts "but if I'm out there I can wake up quicker if we are attacked again or stumble onto hard road" she hears a small bleep come from the titan "Protocol 3 pilot, my cockpit is the safest place of option for you to rest" his tone gave no room for argument, making the white haired soldier grunt. She didn't want to relax, last time she did that BT was snatched by a giant arm and a homicidal robo chick, she was terrified that if that happened again she wouldn't be able to get to him again.



BT must have felt the tinge of panic, as his strides become more smooth and his voice softens, the change in tone is just barely noticeable. "I concur that we no longer take any shortcuts" Quinn smiles a little, "but we have a total of six hours before we reach our rendezvous with commander Anderson, please rest, I will need you in full functionality to assure our survival" he says quietly noting the way exhaustion pulled at the back of her eyes, she huffs still fighting "And you'll wake me up if anything comes up?" She asks, speech slurred "yes. Trust me" he replies softly. Quinn saggs fully against the pilot seat, and it doesn't take long for sleep to pull her under.


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Operation Broadsword, 9th militia fleet


Destination: planet Typhon

Mission: infantry support for SRS classified operation


IMC Occupied space


The ship that she just launched from was on fire .


"Broadsword command, this is the 9th militia fleet! We've been ambushed by A.O.D on planter Typhon!"


Her comms were lighting up with activity.


"IMC north port, north port! This is no ordinary operation!"


Her pod was partially on fire


"We are going down! Repeat! We are going down! Coordinates to follow!


She was positive that she would be burnt to a crisp before her pod even hit the ground to give support.


"We're seeing a lot of anti- orbital defense! Decompression on decks 5 through 9!" 


Her comrades were dying in the pods next to her.


"All hands abandon ship, repeat all hands abandon ship !" 


Her head jerked as turbulence rocked her lifeboat, flames caressing the window of her pod.


"We are going down! WE'RE GOING DOWN!"


"This is the MCS James McCallen, we are going down."


An explosion sounded over the fleet's comms and then silence.


The CPU to her lifeboat wakes her up, "occupant: militia sniper Class 1- Quinn Lancer" she sucks in a breath as her vision swirls, probably from a concussion "stabilize, 250 milligrams of Sansufentanyl. Caution temporary side effects - nausea, dizziness, impaired motor functions" the computers monotone voice fades in and out, the pods door bursts open and smoke piles in as it comes off it's hinges. The ground shakes and Quinn sluggishly makes her way out of the torn lifeboat. 


A group of militia rifleman are shooting and shouting around her, several of them are gunned down on the spot. "Look out! spectres!" She ducks behind a large rock just as a bullet lodges into the dirt where she was once standing, She shakes her head clear. She takes a moment and then the soldier whips her sniper out, taking aim at the enemy spectres and killing them off. She gets a few rough thanks for the cover fire and then she pushes up with the few men lagging behind. She takes a few more spectres out and once again flirts with death as an MCS pod takes out a few riflemen right in front of her, rocks and dirt fling up and smack into her armor leaving scratches and chipped paint. The sniper bites her lip and moves on, she would grieve for them when all was safe.


A grunt next to her loses his head, and she takes cover once more, quickly she clicks in on her comm. "Are there any pilots in the area! We need backup!" Her voice is surprisingly steady, "This is captain Lastimosa. I've got a fix on your location, I'm on my way" her mentor replies, and she almost sighs in relief. Quinn pushes ahead pulling her knife out and sliding into an IMC grunt, she slices his calf open and as he opens his mouth to scream her hand reaches up and grips his chin from behind, Fingers cut into his skin as she tosses him over her shoulder and slits his throat. Footsteps break twigs behind her, she jumps and twirls mid air throwing her knife right into the spectres eye in the process, her pistol comes out as she lands in a crouch head shotting several other IMC soldiers. Rain hits her helmet as she lets out a puff of breath, Quinn grabs her knife and takes off to re-group with her squad. When she catches up, several bodies are littering the ground before her, and fire lights the woodland area up in a bright orange glow. A loud screech sounds from above her, and she only gets a second to see what the hell was causing the noise before it slams into the ground right next to her and is she sent spiraling backwards into a boulder. 


Her vision swims, but she can make out an enemy tone. She blinks trying to move as it begins crushing her squad one by one, the Titans glare (to her horror) moves to her crumpled form. And starts stomping right at her, it was sheer luck that a volley of rockets stops the Titans foot just as it's about to come down on her. Quinns head rolls to the direction the missles come from, seeing her teacher and his Vanguard class titan BT-7274 come out of the dust and starts throttling the enemy. The friendly titan charges, grabbing the tone and tossing it over its gigantic body. Once it doesn't move the cockpit door opens and Lastimosa comes running out towards her, still surveying the area with his gun up and aimed. " shit, Lancer your in bad shape. Hold on." he says worriedly, the pilot pulls her into a set of thick foilage getting her out of sight and harms way. He pulls out a syringe "this might knock you out, but you'll be ok when you wake up." He says jamming it into her leg "Lastimosa, hostile titans inbound. Apex predators" BT warns his pilot. Tai nods "copy that BT, Mercenaries. Stay down Lancer. BT let's go!" The pilot says getting up. Quinn just barely manages to catch his hand and he looks back down to her "ca- careful Captain, please-" his helmet opens for a split second, and he gives the woman a reassuring grin and 😉 and pulls from her grip. 


Her form is numb and bleary eyed as Captain Lastimosa embarks back into BT, her vision blinking in and out. The group of mercenaries Tais titan mentioned landed around him, and they both put up one hell of a fight. But eventually they were surrounded and our numbered,  Quinn can only stare in horror as BT is overrun. She tries to call out and warn him that an enemy Ronin had teleported behind him, but nothing comes out as she watches the Titans hand rip out the vanguards power source and he's sent barreling into the ground as electricity jolts though him and shuts his body down. 

She doesn't remember passing out.


Quinn comes to what feels like seconds later. One of the mercenaries were looting the corpses that littered the ground a few feet infront of her, black spots swim around in her vision. The man before her was rugged looking, thick furs from whatever alien creature he had hunted covered his neck and back making him bigger than he actually was. He huffed, kicking the bodies around and grabbing anything he saw of value. A legion class titan appears in her line of sight, the cockpit door opens and it's pilot stands up "we have 18 hours. 18 hours until the ark is sealed and ready" the pilot: was a well built man. Short cut black hair, and scars covering the skin of his arms. Armor that was battle worn and colored red, with black lining. His voice was thick with an Australian accent muffled by her ringing ears. The apex pred jumps out of his legion and comes stalking towards the fur lined pilot, "oi! Richter! Leave the corpses alone, you sick bastard.we've got a job to to eh?  We make bodies not clean them, let's go" he says pushing the rugged man's shoulder. Richter snorts and looks back at the bodies, but listens to his seemingly boss anyway. And makes his way back to his titan. Quinn tries to keep her eyes open as they leave, but her vision tunnels once again and everything goes black. 

She wakes up again to something dragging her, when her vision finally clears a prowler is inches away from her face and drooling. It hisses at seeing her move and goes to snap it's jaw shut on a peice of armor attached to her right leg. She screams through her teeth as it shakes its head back and forth, whipping her around in the process. She is barely able to reach her pistol, But just as her fingers brush the handle of her gun bullets fanfire above her head. The prowler startles and let's go of her as a bullet lodges itself into it's shoulder, at it's distraction Quinn quickly pulls her pistol out of its Holster and shoots it throught it's teeth. Blood splatters across her eyes and face mask, the cloth around her mouth damp and thick. She takes a moment to breath, and then starts to stand. The sniper takes a look around, trying to find where the gunfire came from. Her eyes end up meeting a titans. That titan being BT, her eyes widen and she hobbles as quick as she can over to him. The vanguard attempts to stand, but having little to no power he ends up collapsing once more. 

The cockpit opens and a body comes sliding out coughing and hacking, she nearly trips.


Quinn drops to the ground next to him, pulling Lastimosas jerking body into her lap. His eyes are bloodshot, and blood: some old and some new, was dripping from his mouth, and nose. Quinn hooks an arm under her mentors head, hoping to offer some kind of comfort. Tai coughs, weakly grabbing her left hand with one of his own as the other hits a button on his helmet to open it's hatch. He sucks in a strangled breath "BT, transfer authorization to new pilot, link-" he jerks up with a cough "Bravo- Tango, seven two-seven four" his eyes move to Quinn's "Lancer. Take my titan. Use my helmet and jump kit." He pulls her closer "this is the real thing-" his eyes glaze over, and his head lolls back "Take care of him"  his grip weakens and his hand drops to his side. Her head drops to his chest, and she breathes.

"I always wanted to be a pilot. But not like this, never like this " Quinn whispers putting the last rock to a grave unworthy of the body that laid beneath on top, "I'm sorry." The now pilot takes a moment of silence for her fallen teacher, her friend. One more dog tag to add to the pile at Harmony, if she even ever made it back home. The woman looks up, taking in the damaged vanguard class titan just to her left. It didn't feel right to call him hers, she didn't think it would ever feel right. Quinn sighs through her nose and stands, grabbing the helmet that was hooked to her belt. She took a moment to admire it, albeit solemnly admire it. Lastimosas signet, a blue prowler highlighted by a white triangle made a sad smile come to her lips. Tai Lastimosa was an amazing pilot. And a fantastic person, she wouldn't fail him. So pulling in a powerful puff of air she puts the pilot helmet on, the scent of Lastimosas favorite cigar and gun oil hit her right away And threatened to bring the tears she has been fighting against this entire time back with a vengeance, but she stands strong and reads the bright blue text that pops up on the left side of the helmets visor. 


New user found…


First name: Quinn

Last name: Lancer

Serial number: 201477243


Blood type: b-

Birth date: 05.10.93

Combat unit: 41MRB-E


Rank: SC1


Rank : SRS Pilot



Guess she was a pilot now.