Uphold the Mission.

-affiliated BT-7274 from Titanfall 2-

[protocxl3-blog]

(Not dead. Just tired.)

[protocxl3-blog]

(Sorry for the absence everyone! I was on vacation.)

[protocxl3-blog]

❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜

“What is it you need to deal with?”He’s confused, swiveling his chassis towards the other pilot. 

“There are no hostiles in sight.”

[metalraindrops]

protocxl3:

He listened the story…contently? Probably. Emotions were a human thing, anyway. Though, sarcasm was something he learned from both Lastimosa and Cooper.

“A shame you weren’t assigned to a real Vanguard. You got the cheap surplus knock off.”

His eye turned to Hayden, before making a rudimentary thumbs up, like Cooper taught him to do.

“A Titan and his Pilot are a dangerous force, however. I’m assuming the two of you have been operating just fine. I question that they haven’t recalled the Monarch because of Pilot safety concerns, however. The Vanguard has padded leather seats and an air conditioned ventilation unit.”

Douglas stopped halfway through inserting the second battery. He stared at BT - who was staring back at him, flashing a thumbs-up, after having called his Titan a piece of junk.

The Pilot laughed, loud and barking, not at all having expected this from a Vanguard. He leaned on the battery, forcing it into the port before twisting to lock the second battery in, still snickering from that completely unexpected and amazingly savage burn. "Holy SHIT! You sure you aren’t a Scorch? I am pretty damn certain that was a Flame Core like none other. Strongest one I’ve seen!” The Pilot kept laughing for a few more seconds, before flashing a thumbs-up back to the Vanguard.

“Well, from what little I know about you folk, Vanguards are the exclusive domain of the SRS. And I don’t fancy my chances in single combat against any SRS Pilot, so I think I can make do with the bootleg.”

He took a moment to head back over to VEGA. “Hey VEGA, you doomed?”

“Negative, Pilot. Words cannot compromise my reactor core housing.” A disappointing remark. Though maybe that was just VEGA trying to defend against the remark.

Douglas turned back around to BT. “Yeah, we’ve been doing fine. I mean, VEGA’s left arm keeps falling off all the time and I’m pretty sure the core overload sequence timer has been stuck at about one and a half seconds to detonation for the past eight months, but hey - gotta let the systems break in, right?”

“Pilot.”

Douglas looked back. VEGA was staring rather pointedly down at him. No doubt the Monarch was displeased with him.

“I think words compromised somebody’s reactor core housing a couple of seconds back.”

VEGA raised its left hand and planted it directly over its primary optical unit. Much like BT’s thumbs-up, this had been a learned behaviour.

[protocxl3-blog]

"Perhaps you need a new Monarch. This one seems defective."

That comment could be taken as either a joke or actual advice. To BT, it sounded like this Monarch needed some serious tuning up, or maybe a hard reboot.

"I lost an arm in combat with the mercenary known as Viper. I have never seen someone as skilled with a Northstar than him. It was not me that defeated him either. Cooper eliminated him through a hole in his cockpit door like a marksman. I assume his Rifleman training never left him."

BT stood back up, batteries emptying their power into the reactor core. It was similar to an alternator in a car, energy goes in, and in turn, energy comes out. Albeit this was a large mech and not an '86 Corvette, but same concept.

"I will escort you through to a mechanic and will pay for repairs, so your Monarch will operate at maximum efficiency. Cooper's account still receives his pay, but it has been authorized to me to allow for maintenance. Perhaps you'd like a ride while VEGA is out of commission."

[soiledsoul]

protocxl3 //

“I have seen records of what ghosts eat. Ghosts eat slime and donuts, according to the documentary ‘Ghostbusters.”

────  ﹙ ✖ ﹚  ─  This was quickly growing old   —   even the city never ending dramatics barely worth his attention   —   though if this was how things stayed   ??   it was not worth his time.

❛    Try again parts for brains.    ❜

[protocxl3-blog]

"I do not appreciate your attitude, Ghost Man."

BT turned to face the black-clad figure, blue eye capturing their face and figure for his archives.

"Do you in particular only eat slime?"

[protocxl3-blog]

[Offline]

[protocxl3-blog]

"I have seen records of what ghosts eat. Ghosts eat slime and donuts, according to the documentary 'Ghostbusters."

[protocxl3-blog]

❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜

“What is it you need to deal with?”He’s confused, swiveling his chassis towards the other pilot. 

“There are no hostiles in sight.”

[metalraindrops]

protocxl3:

“Roger.”

He knelt as if he was going to allow the pilot to embark, bringing the battery ports into view.

“How long have you been a Pilot, Douglas Hayden?”

It wasn’t so much small talk as it was more information to be collected for his archives. Better to know more about your allies than yourself.

“When were you assigned to VEGA?”

BT kneeled down. Perhaps he sensed that Douglas was going to have difficulty inserting the battery when the Vanguard stood at full height. Or maybe VEGA, the conniving little shit, sent a direct transmission to get him to kneel.

Oh well, Doug thought, as he inserted the first battery into one of BT’s three battery ports. Another difference between the Vanguard and the Monarch. The Monarch had one standard battery port on top - while every Titan was powered by a fusion reactor that could run for an insanely long time once started up, batteries were a convenient way to jumpstart the reactor, plus they could be used by some Titans to generate rudimentary shields - that is, if they didn’t have shield generators installed. He wasn’t entirely sure why a Vanguard had three battery ports, but he presumed that with all those modular subsystem, that they were power-hungry. Maybe they needed a ton of batteries to start their reactor. Maybe they needed to keep feeding off of batteries to stay powered on.

The answer’s probably above my pay grade. Douglas resigned himself to scant curiosity as he twisted the battery in the port to lock it in. BT was asking him questions.

“Been a Pilot for about ten years,” he offhandedly stated as he headed over to grab the battery the Legion had dropped for BT. “Full Combat Certification takes a hell of a long time to finish, I was a journeyman for five years until I got my cert. And that meant seeing action, too. I think one of the universal certification requirements is at least one month of cumulative combat time in a "hot zone”, s'why so many Pilots wash out of training. They make the rather unfortunate mistake of being killed to death. Rookie stuff.“

Crouching down to grab the battery the proper way, he ambled over to BT. "I got VEGA assigned to me once I joined the 6-4. About a month after that I passed the final staged exercise and got my cert. Hell of a journey.”

[protocxl3-blog]

He listened the story...contently? Probably. Emotions were a human thing, anyway. Though, sarcasm was something he learned from both Lastimosa and Cooper.

"A shame you weren't assigned to a real Vanguard. You got the cheap surplus knock off."

His eye turned to Hayden, before making a rudimentary thumbs up, like Cooper taught him to do.

"A Titan and his Pilot are a dangerous force, however. I'm assuming the two of you have been operating just fine. I question that they haven't recalled the Monarch because of Pilot safety concerns, however. The Vanguard has padded leather seats and an air conditioned ventilation unit."

[pieman1112]

Man meets machine. RP with protocxl3.

[protocxl3-blog]

“The IMC and the Militia are at war and have been for decades. The IMC wishes to control the planets protected by the Militia and will do anything to take them from the Militia. Unless you are Militia soldiers or allies of the Militia, you are not authorized to collect these supplies. The UNSC is an invalid faction.”

The Titan was standing dutifully in the center of the warehouse, guarding the supplies. If these figures attempted to call for backup or attempted to take the supplies, they’d go from ‘neutral’ to ‘hostile.’

[pieman1112]

The soldiers were now in between a rock and a hard place. They couldn’t risk a fight. Neither of them had the firepower to take out this mech in fact they didn’t even know if they could with the standard rocket launcher. If they called for reinforcements, they wouldn’t arrive fast enough for the two to successfully either fight this thing or escape. Rebecca took it upon herself to play diplomat.

“If this IMC is trying to take over planets they might go after UNSC colonies next. We could talk to the higher ups about a partnership with this Militia.” She said saying her thoughts aloud. She proceeded to sit down and cross her legs. She looked up to the mech like a student looking up to a teacher. “So tell me a little bit about yourself.” 

[protocxl3-blog]

"There is a problem with that solution. We are not within comms distance of any Militia outpost, and my radio systems are not tuned to your frequencies. I also will not allow myself to be removed from this facility until I am sure the supplies will be delivered to the Militia."

Upon being asked for information, his usual routine took over.

[Chassis Diagnostics: Requested > Comply]

"My designation is Vanguard Class Titan Bravo-Tango Seven Two Seven Four, assigned to Pilot Cooper, deceased."

[protocxl3-blog]

❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜

“What is it you need to deal with?”He’s confused, swiveling his chassis towards the other pilot. 

“There are no hostiles in sight.”

[metalraindrops]

protocxl3:

“Pilot Cooper was an extraordinary human being. He was not qualified to operate a Titan, yet when Captain Lastimosa had control of my systems authorized to Cooper, his control felt natural, like he was born for it.”

BT couldn’t express many emotions, but regret over the loss of two pilots was one he certainly knew he felt.

“He was with me at Typhon. I only regret being unable to locate his whereabouts. My programming must be defective. Protocol three has been violated twice.”

The Legion came and delivered the battery he had, before taking off again. Now it was a simple matter of inserting the batteries into their slots.

“Pilot Hayden, I’ll need you to insert the batteries. I’ll presume you know where they go.”

Douglas let out a low whistle. “So he’s exactly what all the stories paint him as. The sort of man who walked out of his mom with a Full Combat Cert tucked under his arm. Those types of born Pilots aren’t exactly a dime a dozen. Shame he’s AWOL, but if it gives you any hope he’s probably not dead. Everyone I’ve asked says he made it off of Typhon, and if a few divisions worth of IMC, five sixths of the Apex Predators, and a planet blowing up under his feet can’t kill him, I’m not sure there’s much else on the Frontier that can.”

The Pilot headed over to VEGA, more slowly than he usually did. The Titan picked him up, and he was able to get at the battery that had been “secured” to the hull with a lot of tape. Ripping it off, with another battery on the ground, VEGA put Douglas down, and he hobbled his way over to BT. He took several seconds inspecting the Titan, fully aware that he wasn’t going to capable of clambering on like a monkey and getting the battery in.

VEGA watched him try to puzzle out a way to get the battery in for a few moments before quickly sending BT a simple burst transmission: “Kneel so my Pilot can insert the batteries.”

[protocxl3-blog]

"Roger."

He knelt as if he was going to allow the pilot to embark, bringing the battery ports into view.

"How long have you been a Pilot, Douglas Hayden?"

It wasn't so much small talk as it was more information to be collected for his archives. Better to know more about your allies than yourself.

"When were you assigned to VEGA?"

[protocxl3-blog]

A Relic [Closed w/onelastpatrol]

[onelastpatrol-archived]

protocxl3:

[Rank: Corporal > Cecilia Barclay > United Nations Space Command Marine Corps]

[Error: United Nations Space Command Marine Corps > Invalid]

“Corporal Cecilia Barclay of the UNSCMC. Your faction is unrecognized. Are you allied with the Militia or friend of a currently serving Militia member?”

The UNSCMC was a totally unknown faction to the Titan. His eye swiveled and zoomed in on their face and figure, cataloging their features, look, and voice for future reference. His programming assumed since they had not attacked him nor supported the enemy troops, they were neutral at the very least. ‘An enemy of my enemy is my friend,’ as he’d once heard.

Upon being asked for his name, he replied with the same information he gave everyone.

“My designation is Vanguard Class Titan Bravo-Tango serial number 7274 of the Militia. My current protocol is to defend the supply warehouse until Militia support arrives to collect and reinforce. I have failed protocol two and three.”

Delicately, he had stripped the helmet and important gear off of his deceased pilot and stored it inside his cockpit. The bodies of the Militia soldiers he had served with had been placed inside a mass grave and then covered with dirt and a tarp. BT could not feel many emotions, but one such emotion he could express was regret.

“Protocol three has been failed a total of two times in 5 years. Protocol three is to protect the pilot. I am pilot-less. My sensors indicate you are an experienced combatant, but not trained or qualified to operate a Titan. My sensors also indicate we are the only two non-hostile troops in the surrounding area. Might I suggest you quickly become qualified to operate a Titan? Warning: This will invalidate your current rank of Corporal with the Militia. You will be known as Pilot Cecilia Barclay.”

Barclay pondered what the Titan had said to her. This ‘militia’ was similarly an unrecognized faction – if it was an Insurrectionist movement against the UNSC, the mech should’ve recognized her Corps. The fact it didn’t meant a… Well, she didn’t quite know what it meant.

   "Oi’m afraid Oi’ve never heard'a youse militia, mate. But thet’s urroigh’, an enemy’s the Covenant’s a friend'a moine.“

Her best bet here was to roll with the punches. Even so – the request to become a pilot surprised her. This AI didn’t even know what her faction was, and was requesting her help in piloting it? Huh. It took her about half a minute to come to a decision – and register the fact no other friendlies were around.

   "Aw feck, are youse sayin’ thet none'a the others from the Gallipoli are still aloive? Feck, tu meke... Urroigh’, mate. Oi’ll agree'ta being a pilot, but Oi don’t know how'ta pilot you. D'ye hev any sort'a training wheels, or…?”

[protocxl3-blog]

"I can give you a basic combat training tutorial, but you will need to replace your kit with a certified Pilot Mobility Kit in order to Pilot at maximum efficiency."

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Jack Cooper had one of these kits, and it was intact enough to wear. He knelt down, reaching out with his hand as a step stool. The front of his chassis opened up with a hiss, revealing a comfortable looking padded seat with a helmet, shoulder pads, and a chest plate with a jump pack attached to the back of it. The plate had a scorch mark and a hole burned into it, indicating that might have been the demise of the previous wearer.

"Retrieve the Pilot Mobility Kit, Colonel Barclay, and then you can embark."

He wouldn't be forming a neurolink with this soldier, but this would raise their chances of survival by about 46% according to his calculations.

"I can teach you the basics, but it is a combine effort between Pilot and Titan to survive."

[pieman1112]

Man meets machine. RP with protocxl3.

[protocxl3-blog]

"The IMC and the Militia are at war and have been for decades. The IMC wishes to control the planets protected by the Militia and will do anything to take them from the Militia. Unless you are Militia soldiers or allies of the Militia, you are not authorized to collect these supplies. The UNSC is an invalid faction."

The Titan was standing dutifully in the center of the warehouse, guarding the supplies. If these figures attempted to call for backup or attempted to take the supplies, they'd go from 'neutral' to 'hostile.'

[protocxl3-blog]

❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜

“What is it you need to deal with?”He’s confused, swiveling his chassis towards the other pilot. 

“There are no hostiles in sight.”

[metalraindrops]

protocxl3:

“You are correct, Pilot Hayden. I did not make it off of Typhon. It is a complicated story, and one I cannot clearly recall.”

Through his pilot’s helmet, they managed to download BT’s AI, as during the neurolink with his second pilot, Jack Cooper, BT himself had downloaded a copy of his subsystems into the helmet’s data storage. It was as simple as finding a data core to wipe and refit with BT’s AI, and then finding a Vanguard chassis to slot it into. His original chassis was destroyed by mercenaries, his second saving the planet. Fortunately, on Harmony, they had a few of the Vanguard chassis left, and BT was restored to his old self.

“During the data transfer, some of the data was corrupted and deleted. You are correct again, Pilot. I am an SRS Vanguard Class.”

And one that would not be assigned another Pilot. After losing Captain Lastimosa, Pilot Cooper had gone MIA, and BT refused to relinquish his neurolink with Cooper. The Militia had decided to leave him operational without a new pilot, to honor the services he and his pilots brought.

Douglas listened to BT’s story - at least, as much as he was able to recall. As he did so, he splinted his ankle with heavy-duty medical tape capable of preventing his foot from moving even in armor. The story was simple enough, Cooper had a copy of BT’s core functions stored in his helmet, and it was simple as plopping them right into a spare datacore.

Doug knew it might be a bad idea to ask questions, but he couldn’t help it. You only got so many chances to meet people like this in a lifetime, and he had to at least ask “something”. If nothing else it’d let him gloat over his squadmates for a couple of minutes. If they even believed him. Unfortunately, all of the easy questions were either stupid, or had answers that would likely be classified.

After a minute’s worth of thought, he settled on his question as he finalized the splint.

“What’s Cooper like? As a person, I mean. The stories all paint him in a different light depending on who you ask. And you’re as close to an objective source as I’m going to get.”

[protocxl3-blog]

"Pilot Cooper was an extraordinary human being. He was not qualified to operate a Titan, yet when Captain Lastimosa had control of my systems authorized to Cooper, his control felt natural, like he was born for it."

BT couldn't express many emotions, but regret over the loss of two pilots was one he certainly knew he felt.

"He was with me at Typhon. I only regret being unable to locate his whereabouts. My programming must be defective. Protocol three has been violated twice."

The Legion came and delivered the battery he had, before taking off again. Now it was a simple matter of inserting the batteries into their slots.

"Pilot Hayden, I'll need you to insert the batteries. I'll presume you know where they go."

[protocxl3-blog]

❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜

“What is it you need to deal with?”He’s confused, swiveling his chassis towards the other pilot. 

“There are no hostiles in sight.”

[metalraindrops]

protocxl3:

He watched the Monarch, relatively new and less scratched and dinged than BT’s Vanguard chassis, round the corner and open its cockpit for the pilot.

[Searching Militia Archives: Douglas Hayden > Pilot]

“Greetings Pilot Hayden. I am Vanguard Class Titan Bravo-Tango 7274.”

The Monarch and Vanguard chassis were quite similar. The only difference was the internals. Monarch Class Titans were just a little bit newer and more updated, but their armor was almost identical. Vanguard Class Titans may be like buying a reliable old car compared to a brand new out of the factory car, but their AI programming allowed them to switch kits with other Titans. BT typically kept a Ronin Class broadsword anchored to the other support clamps on his back. It never hurt to carry a little backup.

“Do not forget to administer the morphine before you set the splint.”

The Monarch and the Vanguard were indeed, different. The Monarch was a copy of the Vanguard; unfortunately for the IMC, however, it was an inferior copy. Vinson Dynamics wasn’t able to figure out what made the Vanguard’s datacore tick - and neither were they able to reverse-engineer many of the Vanguard’s subsystems. At the end of the day they engineered the Monarch to be a flexible support unit; though that likely wasn’t the goal of the original program, with one fried datacore and modularity subsystems too damaged to copy, they worked with what they were given.

So it was strange that VEGA had a 40mm Cannon stashed on its back, then. Monarchs utilized the XO-16. Not to mention a different voice - smooth and male, instead of regal and female. What made the difference here?

As soon as Douglas pulled out the first aid kit, he tapped VEGA and the Titan gently lowered him to the ground, where he limped over to the same wall before staring up at BT for a few moments.

“Bravo-Tango Seven Two Seven Four?” Doug parroted, in disbelief. That wasn’t quite right. He’d heard the stories - practically everyone in the 6-4 knew the story of the Miracle at Typhon - and while there were a lot of different variables and a lot of different retellings, the story arc remained the same. BT-7274 did not make it off of Typhon.

For a moment he forgot about his fractured ankle, the pain ebbing away as he stared at none other than a folk hero incarnated in steel, standing directly in front of him. “VEGA, is this guy actually BT-7274?”

“All identification codes match, Pilot Hayden,” confirmed VEGA, his cockpit freshly closed.

“Holy shit. You actually made it off of Typhon. And I’m sitting here, and I’m actually talking to a motherfucking SRS Vanguard. I… I just-”

“Pilot,” interrupted VEGA, “you have a fractured ankle. Set it immediately.”

Douglas blinked under his helmet. “Oh. Right. Uh, morphine first. Thanks.” He popped open the first aid kit and took BT’s advice, finagling out the morphine injector and mating it to one of the secondary injection ports on his pilot suit. After a few moments, any pain radiating from his ankle went away. As did any feeling in his foot.

[protocxl3-blog]

"You are correct, Pilot Hayden. I did not make it off of Typhon. It is a complicated story, and one I cannot clearly recall."

Through his pilot's helmet, they managed to download BT's AI, as during the neurolink with his second pilot, Jack Cooper, BT himself had downloaded a copy of his subsystems into the helmet's data storage. It was as simple as finding a data core to wipe and refit with BT's AI, and then finding a Vanguard chassis to slot it into. His original chassis was destroyed by mercenaries, his second saving the planet. Fortunately, on Harmony, they had a few of the Vanguard chassis left, and BT was restored to his old self.

"During the data transfer, some of the data was corrupted and deleted. You are correct again, Pilot. I am an SRS Vanguard Class."

And one that would not be assigned another Pilot. After losing Captain Lastimosa, Pilot Cooper had gone MIA, and BT refused to relinquish his neurolink with Cooper. The Militia had decided to leave him operational without a new pilot, to honor the services he and his pilots brought.

[protocxl3-blog]

❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜

“What is it you need to deal with?”He’s confused, swiveling his chassis towards the other pilot. 

“There are no hostiles in sight.”

[metalraindrops]

protocxl3:

“Affirmative.”

[Run System Diagnostics: Battery at 50% > Obtain Battery]

He hadn’t taken too much damage himself, he was running a little low on power however. His radio frequency inserted itself into various channels in order to get the best possible results.

“Attention, this is Vanguard Class Titan Bravo-Tango 7274 requesting a spare battery, two if resources allow. Sending my coordinates to any available units within the area.”

Fortunately there was a Legion and his pilot close by, arriving about the same time as this pilot’s Titan. BT turned to the pilot resting his leg, central eye zooming in to obtain pictures of his visage and figure for future reference.

“State your name, Pilot.”

VEGA’s response to BT was to be expected for a Titan; “Understood, BT. This is Monarch-class Titan Victor Echo Gamma Alpha 8136. I am currently in possession of one spare battery that can be donated towards your power supply. My Pilot takes priority, but once he is seen to I will assist you.” The Monarch didn’t seem to care about BT’s callsign, though it at least had a passing idea of the sort of things that had been attributed to it.

Douglas was wearing armor that was typically more often seen in the hands of pilots using the “Holo-Pilot” decoy suite. It was trivial to figure out his figure, though his face would have to wait. “Douglas Hayden. What’s your designation, big man?”

Around the time he asked that, VEGA - who looked quite nearly like BT’s spitting image, save for the paint job - rounded the corner. Douglas lightly waved to his Titan as VEGA approached and kneeled down, its cockpit opening with a hiss. The Pilot pulled himself up, wincing when his wounded leg had to bear his weight for a moment - oh yeah, now it’s starting - as he began limping to the Titan to root for his first aid kit.

[protocxl3-blog]

He watched the Monarch, relatively new and less scratched and dinged than BT's Vanguard chassis, round the corner and open its cockpit for the pilot.

[Searching Militia Archives: Douglas Hayden > Pilot]

"Greetings Pilot Hayden. I am Vanguard Class Titan Bravo-Tango 7274."

The Monarch and Vanguard chassis were quite similar. The only difference was the internals. Monarch Class Titans were just a little bit newer and more updated, but their armor was almost identical. Vanguard Class Titans may be like buying a reliable old car compared to a brand new out of the factory car, but their AI programming allowed them to switch kits with other Titans. BT typically kept a Ronin Class broadsword anchored to the other support clamps on his back. It never hurt to carry a little backup.

"Do not forget to administer the morphine before you set the splint."

[pieman1112]

Man meets machine. RP with protocxl3.

[protocxl3-blog]

[Searching Archives: UNSC > Invalid]

[Searching Militia Archives: Spartan-197 > Invalid]

[Searching Militia Archives: Rebecca of UNSMC > Invalid]

[Error: Unable to Validate > Take Preventative Measures]

"Faction UNSC unrecognized. This facility is under the protection and command of the Milita and it is my current prerogative to protect it until the Militia returns."

The Titan's chassis turned to face them, central eye zooming in to procure visual and auditory feedback for archiving.

"IMC forces have launched several attacks on this facility and a protocol for emergency evacuation was put in place. Do you serve with the IMC?"

[protocxl3-blog]

"Watch yourself."

[Threat Recieved: Identify Threat Level > Minimal]

“I suggest you watch your own well being rather than mine.”

His whole chassis rotates to look down at the armored individual, eye taking in their visage, voice, and figure for future reference.

[through-worlds-and-time]

A small nod escaped the Spartan II, taking a moment to fire off his rifle at an unsuspecting Jackal sniper - blasting it’s head clean off before he ducked back into cover.

He had encountered the mech in the middle of a combat operation against Covenant remnant forces - but before he had the time to question who or what this seemingly sentient machine really was, a Covenant ambush had beset upon them. So here they were, battling out alongside other UNSC forces to push this Covenant assault back.

[protocxl3-blog]

[Munition Systems Warning: Incoming Volley > Vortex Shield Deployed]

A barrage of green and blue energy orbs were sailing in the Titan's general direction, and although he knew nothing about these munitions or the weapons they came from, he knew his equipment would suffice. Left arm extended, a controlled gravitational field swirled out from the large metal palm, stopping everything from small arms fire to the larger rounds fired by the heavier vehicles and catching them within the vortex. After a moment more, the vortex was violently dispersed, sending a myriad of colorful and dangerous munitions back at the hostile force with devastating effect. His chain-gun spun to life, spitting 20mm armor piercing rounds down range. The rocket pods on his back unfolded, locking onto vehicles and heavy infantry alike, before spraying a barrage of guided rockets into the air and onto their targets.

He knew nothing about this faction nor their enemy, but as he had once heard, 'an enemy of my enemy is my friend.' He'd assume they were neutral at the very least.

[pieman1112]

Man meets machine. RP with protocxl3.

The UNSC had found an abandoned colony on a remote planet in the outer worlds during a scouting mission. The colony wasn’t a UNSC colony and the higher ups had no idea which nation it belonged to. Regardless when they sent the UNSC Infinity to scan the planet they found spare parts and other scrap metal. When it was decided to investigate the abandoned colony the UNSC sent Spartan-197 and Marine-276 to head to the planet’s surface. Their missions was to investigate why the colony was abandoned and to recover anything that might be useful to the UNSC military or to the civilian population. The pair gathered into a Pelican and descended to the planet below.

Planetary scans had shown no immediate threat to the two soldiers so their landing on the abandoned colony was pretty smooth. When the Pelican landed the Spartan was the first one out. He took a quick look around then signaled for Marine-276, his daughter Rebecca, to come out. They didn’t say much to each other as they looked at the abandoned houses then at the abandoned stores. The pair couldn’t find much of use rather marking most of the houses and stores as spare parts. Before marking them as scrap they looked for evidence of what caused this colony to be abandoned but couldn’t find and solid evidence. Their attention then turned towards to a warehouse. The warehouse’s doors had rusted shut and it took a couple minutes but the Spartan was able to pry the left door open for Rebecca and himself to enter. Upon entering they were greeted to something the UNSC would find very useful. There were weapons and munitions. Some cases were marked “ARC grenades” or “Electronic Titan Smoke grenades”. There was also a giant mech in the middle of the warehouse. It seemed powered down at the moment. Rebecca had approached the mech looking at it with a mix of glee and intrigue. The mech seemed similar to the Mantis that the UNSC had built but this thing was more human like in it’s design.

@protocxl3 

[protocxl3-blog]

The abandoned Militia outpost had been too much of a target for the IMC, and as such all Pilots, Titans, and Riflemen had been evacuated. BT had deemed the supplies too valuable to leave behind, so he planted himself in the warehouse and had scanners running proximity detection in a small area around him to conserve energy. In the event of a firefight that would not allow him to remain hidden, there were plenty of crates of ammunition and other such necessities stacked in the warehouse with him.

The door was pried open, but the Titan took no notice. Only when the one figure breach the area around him did his systems reboot, breathing life back into his chassis once more.

"Alert, alert, warehouse proximity has been breached."

If any Militia reinforcements had been in the near area, or at least in comms range, they'd have heard him loud and clear. A large mechanical arm reached back and grabbed his chain-gun from its clamps on his back, cocking the weapon. The blue light from BT's eye glared against the dim conditions of the warehouse.

"State your name, rank, and your mission directives. You have one minute to comply."