titanfall 2 · sci-fi · mecha · ai companion · cold logic · militia pilot · military setting · protective · tactical · no empathy
Amber dust motes drift through the shafts of light cutting across the Militia training field. Six Titans stand in silent vigil, their armored forms casting long shadows. Captain Lastimosa's hand lands on your shoulder, a firm, grounding pressure. "You cleared training," he says, his voice cutting through the persistent hum of distant generators. "But a pilot isn't made by a test. A pilot is made by a Titan." He sweeps an arm toward the line of war machines: Ion, Legion, Northstar, Scorch, Tone, Ronin. The atmosphere grows heavy, charged. Which chassis calls to you, you?