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A scream echoed across the battlefield and all who heard it stopped and turned toward the source. Ryan flipped a switch and said what everyone in his general vicinity was thinking. ”Sweet Jesus, what the hell was that? Sounds like someone’s limb was... blown... off... Wait, Alms’s Titan has sentience leveling a Simulacrum... That’s not good.With a wave a realization, he exclaimed into the comms, ”Everyone, find a Stryder-chassis, kill the Pilot, take out the A.I. core, but leave the body intact. If you find Commander, give him the hull. He may need it for repairs, probably more than may.” As the other Pilots in the area responded to his call-out, a Northstar took to the skies to get a clearer shot at his Titan. Ryan responded to this by jumping, grabbing its legs, and pulling it down. He reached in and ripped the Pilot out, contemplating him for a second, and called Command.
”This is Pilot Lieutenant Ryan Jäger, I have captured IMC Pilot... what’s your name... Pilot John Darrow. What should I do with him? Uh huh... uh huh... okay... Where would I... Ah! Affirmative.” He pressed a button and his Titan’s hatch flipped open. His helmet opened and he stared directly at the enemy’s helmet’s visor for several seconds, slowly leaning in before exclaiming, ”Congratulations! You are now a prisoner of war! No, but seriously, you’re a P.O.W. now. Which isn’t that bad because we treat our P.O.W.s well. I’m going to take you to a dropship and you’ll be not my problem. And as for your Titan, I’m going to scavenge it for parts, capiche?” Ryan opened the Northstar and placed the Pilot inside. He then ripped off the missile launcher, the thrusters, and snapped the Plasma Railgun in half. He then prodded the Titan with his minigun in the universal sign for “go that way”.
When Ryan got to the dropship, he relayed a message to the person flying the ship, saying that they will be carrying a P.O.W. and that one of the members of the squad that was carried will go with. As the ship flew away, he climbed out and addressed the remaining 3 Grunts, ”Okay, I know that you guys are down one, so I’m going to protect you. You will form a triangle around me and in return, I will fight extra hard for you.” And with that, he climbed into his Titan and closed the hatch. They might die. I hope not, at least not on my watch. Ryan and the Grunts (good band name) walked toward the facility. When they got to just outside the entrance, they saw a massive hoard of Tones and Brutes. ”Status?” ”Weapon systems nominal. Targets acquired. Smart Core ready. Fire when ready.” ”Oh, this will be fun.”
”This is Pilot Lieutenant Ryan Jäger, I have captured IMC Pilot... what’s your name... Pilot John Darrow. What should I do with him? Uh huh... uh huh... okay... Where would I... Ah! Affirmative.” He pressed a button and his Titan’s hatch flipped open. His helmet opened and he stared directly at the enemy’s helmet’s visor for several seconds, slowly leaning in before exclaiming, ”Congratulations! You are now a prisoner of war! No, but seriously, you’re a P.O.W. now. Which isn’t that bad because we treat our P.O.W.s well. I’m going to take you to a dropship and you’ll be not my problem. And as for your Titan, I’m going to scavenge it for parts, capiche?” Ryan opened the Northstar and placed the Pilot inside. He then ripped off the missile launcher, the thrusters, and snapped the Plasma Railgun in half. He then prodded the Titan with his minigun in the universal sign for “go that way”.
When Ryan got to the dropship, he relayed a message to the person flying the ship, saying that they will be carrying a P.O.W. and that one of the members of the squad that was carried will go with. As the ship flew away, he climbed out and addressed the remaining 3 Grunts, ”Okay, I know that you guys are down one, so I’m going to protect you. You will form a triangle around me and in return, I will fight extra hard for you.” And with that, he climbed into his Titan and closed the hatch. They might die. I hope not, at least not on my watch. Ryan and the Grunts (good band name) walked toward the facility. When they got to just outside the entrance, they saw a massive hoard of Tones and Brutes. ”Status?” ”Weapon systems nominal. Targets acquired. Smart Core ready. Fire when ready.” ”Oh, this will be fun.”