So. Here I am with another story idea and I'm striking at Mass Effect this time around. Don't know what's gonna come of it exactly but... meh, you never know where your imagination might lead you.

I won't lie, I took inspiration from the story Crysis Effect in order to begin this one. Knowledge about Titanfall 2 is needed to understand a few things here, but it is not a necessity.

Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own either Titanfall or Mass Effect.

It was quite an ordinary day in Paris when it happened. A day like any other: dull, without anything peculiar happening. A day of routine, as we say. Like so many others before, and many more to follow. I was, like many people, wandering the streets, waiting for something to catch my eye, looking for everything and nothing at the same time.

My goals had been very simple: find something that looked even remotely interesting, buy said thing and go back home to my games. I had only been a few hours in Mass Effect Andromeda and had been itching to dive back into it. For all the issues the game had, I'd found the gameplay to be somewhat addictive.

It was then, that disaster struck. A cry of fear and horror followed by the sound of a car's horn blaring. My head snapped to see a little girl standing petrified on the road and an incoming SUV going way too fast. Without thinking, my body moved. It seemed like time slowed down while I was dashing toward the child. Used to do so with my little brother of roughly the same age as she was, I swept her into my arms, my back to the car so as to shield her. I think that, in the heat of the moment, I knew there was no way for me to evade the vehicle. The only thing I could do was brace for impact and hope for the best.

Strangely enough, it didn't hurt. But the world spinning around me left no doubt as to the fact that I had been hit. Perhaps my brain had started to shut down at that point, for I didn't feel the following impacts of my body bouncing and rolling on the ground either. I tried to move, but my muscles wouldn't obey. There was an incessant buzzing in my ears and I only distantly heard cries of fear and urgency. However, among all this, there was something that I heard clearly.

"...Monsieur?"

My eyes looked down at the young girl visibly trembling in my arms, her own eyes leaking tears of fright. She seemed alright, apart from the traumatic experience she had just lived through. I opened my mouth to ask her for sure, but nothing came out. So, I settled for the best smile I could give. A moment later, another pair of hands descended on her and took her away but I still heard her asking something to the person -whom I assumed to be her mother- in a curious, if still frightened, tone. Then, someone else knelt beside me but my vision had become blurred, so I wasn't able to discern anything apart from their mouth moving.

My life didn't flash before my eyes, contrarily to what many books and movies say, but my thoughts went out to the people important to me.

My mother, who, despite her strict character, never stopped helping and believing in me.

My father, who always tried to push me forward and give me advice that I didn't care enough about.

My grandparents, who always supported me when things got rough.

My brother, with whom I hadn't created a true relation with yet.

My cousins and the two girls I considered my sisters, whom I had known since I was a kid.

My best friends, scattered across the world but with whom I always had fun with once in a while.

'At least,' I thought, somewhat ironically. 'I die as what I always aspired to be: a protector.'

And everything went dark.

…

…

…

"Huh, so the afterlife does exist, after all." I mused, looking at the white emptiness around me. I could also see transparent human shapes, like ghosts or echoes, moving around aimlessly. "What do I do now?" I asked myself with a thoughtful hum as I crossed my arms. "It's not like there is anyone I really know here. Is there even something I'm supposed to do?"

"That depends on you, young one."

I turned around, expecting everything from an angel to Morgan Freeman and-

Well, it looked like my first guess wasn't so far off. I mean, what do you call an incredibly beautiful woman clad in white clothes descending from above if not and Angel? Incredibly long auburn hair, a figure I'm pretty sure women would kill for, mesmerizing deep blue eyes and -wait a minute...

"Are those… scales?" I asked, looking at the gargantuan instrument strapped to the woman's back.

She gave me an amused smile. "Why, yes it is. It wouldn't do for me not to have one, after all. But perhaps a casino roulette would have been better? Still, I thought it was appropriate for a Libra. One of my followers, at that."

I frowned in confusion at her words before the epiphany hit me and my eyes widened. "Lady Luck?" I breathed out.

"Indeed." came the answer. "It's not often that I'm able to take care of someone. Few people truly believe in luck above another deity or aspect." she smiled.

I scratched the back of my head. "Um, thanks? I think? Sorry, but this kind of overwhelming for me." I replied.

"It's only natural." she chuckled. "Even those who truly worship divinities have a hard time believing they are truly meeting them once they come here. Take your time."

I nodded, took a deep breath and promptly proceeded to punch myself in the face.

"Aouch! That hurts." I hissed before turning back to the divine being, who had an eyebrow cocked at me with her amused smile still in place. "Alright. I'm good. So... what now?"

"As I said, it depends on you." she said. "You have multiple choices here. You can move on and be reincarnated, you can stay here waiting for your important people and get and 'happily ever after', so to speak, or..." she trailed off.

"Yeeeees?"

"Or you could go to a different world altogether."

"..."

"..."

"I'm sorry, what?" I blurted out once my brain rebooted.

"Another world." Luck repeated. "Live a different life, perhaps one of adventure and heroics, who knows? Doesn't that sound exciting to you?" she said with a grin.

I blinked owlishly at her. "What are you talking about, exactly? I mean, I like adventures just as much as the next person, but I'm not exactly adventurer material." I replied, thinking about my not-fat-but-not-fit body and more-than-a-little-lazy mentality.

"Oh, don't worry. That can be easily remedied." she said, her grin widening and I felt a chill running down my spine. "So? What do you want to do?"

"...Does the fact that I'm considering saying yes marks me as an insane person?" I mused aloud.

"No. It just means that you died and an offer to live again sounds quite appealing to you. Wanting to live again is a perfectly reasonable wish." another voice answered.

I turned around to see a little girl approaching. She had short blond hair and hazel eyes that seemed to analyze everything they saw and the flat expression on her face was something I didn't expect to see outside of an anime.

"Though I would suggest asking for more information first. We wouldn't want to leave it all to luck, would we?"

"Very funny, Fate. You only make that joke about every time you see me." Luck drawled. "Now, care to explain why you're here, sister?"

The now-announced Fate shrugged. "Just to make things official and ensure that you follow the appropriate procedure. If you do send him, I have to make sure everything is in order, is all." she replied. "I'd rather not have a repeat of the 639 526th time you did that without supervision."

Luck winced at that. "Yes, not my brightest moment, I admit it. But it seemed like such a good idea at the time! Can you really blame me?"

"Yes." came the deadpanned answer. "Especially with how it turned Destiny and Alter into emotional wrecks. And I STILL have paperwork to go through for that one time."

"Um, sorry?" Luck meekly said.

Fate stared at her sister for a moment longer, making the other divine aspect fidget, before turning to me. "Ultimately, it's your choice. But I warn you, this won't be an easy road. Some have it better than others, but it never is easy. Although," there, she glanced at Luck. "perhaps you'll have more... luck, than your predecessors."

The auburn haired deity nodded rapidly. "Only the best for one of my most ardent believers."

Fate gave a slow nod back before looking at me once more. "So, what do you choose?"

I blinked. "Um, can I ask a few questions first?"

"Sure." Luck chirped. "Ask away."

"Okay..." I trailed off, my hand going to my chin. "First, what does reincarnation entails?"

"Basically, you get a new life, either as a human or something else entirely. You'll have no memories of your previous life until you come here again. And don't worry, we make sure that you don't end up as a lamb that is to be killed for meat at one year old." Fate answered.

I sweat-dropped. "That's... reassuring, I guess." I replied uncertainly. "Did I reincarnate before?"

"Nope." Luck said, popping the last syllable. "This is your first life ever. And first death, coincidentally."

I nodded. "Alright, so what about this 'other life'? You said you'd made sure I would be ready. How?"

"You'll be send to a place where you'll be given the essential tools for your and everyone else's survival." The loli deity answered again. "That includes getting you into shape, both of body and mind, and training in various fields necessary to your survival in a hostile environment."

"Would I retain my memories? If I chose this?"

"Yes."

"And live an adventure! Don't forget that one!"

I hummed in thought for a moment before shrugging. I had nothing to do until either my family or my friends joined me -which hopefully wouldn't happen for quite a long time- so I might as well do something productive.

"Alright, I'm in." I gave my answer. "How do we do this and where am I going?"

"Splendid!" Luck joyfully exclaimed as she clapped her hands. "Don't worry about anything, just leave it to us! Oh, and try not to die!"

My mind screeched to a halt. "Eh?"

"A word of advice." Fate added flatly. "This will hurt. A lot."

"Wait, hold on a sec-"

Luck snapped her fingers, and everything turned dark once more.

As consciousness returned and my vision slowly focused, the first thing my mind registered was the burning pain coursing through my body as I laid flat on the ground. Next was the sounds of gunfire and explosions somewhere nearby, along with the smell of something burning. Slowly, I lifted my head, the action making me grit my teeth in pain, and was greeted by a half clear vision of a barren land and charred trees.

'Where am I?' I wondered briefly before my attention was quickly drawn to the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps.

"There! Another one!" A female voice said

"Shit! He's in bad shape!" a second voice, a male one this time, added. "Hang in there, soldier!"

'Soldier?' I blinked suddenly as I heard a voice say 'Whoopsie!' in my mind followed by a tired sigh before I was assaulted by images and memories that I had never seen before, making me groan at the overload of information.

I vaguely felt two pairs of hands turning me on my back and grabbing hold of my arms and legs before lifting me away. What I clearly felt, however, was the spikes of pain the movement did to me and I couldn't help but whimper at it steadily increased and I saw nothing but a white wall of pain. Next thing I knew, I was laid gently on a flat surface under a bright light with three forms hovering over me.

"His vitals are dropping. If we don't stabilize him soon, he'll be gone." the same female voice said.

"Damn, look at all this!" A new voice said. "Guy's been mauled by a Titan or something?"

"It's a miracle he's survived this far, and in one piece no less." The first male voice replied. "That's one lucky son of gun we have here."

"Yes, well he won't be lucky for long if we just stand there gawking! Get moving!" The woman barked and I heard shuffling noises around me as my vision started to darken. "We've lost enough men today, lad. We're not losing you too if I have anything to say about it."

With that, I lost consciousness again.

I slowly awoke, feeling better than I had last time. A white ceiling greeted me and my sluggish brain concluded that I was in some kind of medical facility.

"And sleeping beauty awakes." Someone said before a man stepped inside my vision, dressed in what I assumed to be a medical suit. "You gave us quite a scare, sonny. Welcome back to the land of livings, soldier."

At that, my mind flashed to the two sets of memories I now possessed. One where my life of a twenty seven years old student had ended back on Earth in 2017 in an heroic act to save a young girl, the other that of a young man that lived alone on a peaceful planet of the Frontier called Epona until the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation, or IMC, decided to harvest the planet's resources. The government had quickly sent a distress call to the Frontier Militia and fighting had quickly ensued between the two factions. The Militia had emerged victorious, but roughly half of Epona's surface had been reduced to scorched land. And so, this young man had joined the Militia as a Rifleman, swearing that he wouldn't stand idly by and watch as other people's homes suffered the same fate as his.

"Ugh..." I groaned as I tried to make sense of all the information and memories Luck had planted inside my mind. "Anyone got the number of the truck that hit me?" I muttered groggily.

The man chuckled. "Sorry, there wasn't anything left of the Titan after you planted a satchel charge in its battery port. Damn fine work, by the way, for a simple Rifleman."

More memories flowed at his words. A mission. Operation Aries. The goal was to prevent the IMC from establishing a stronghold on the planet Orion. The squad had unexpectedly encountered a Titan on its way to a separated outpost. Everybody had died trying to take the thing down and I had only succeeded to plant an explosive charge on one of its battery port before it'd grabbed me and flung me away. The last thing I remember before losing consciousness was jamming my thumb on the detonator.

'Wait...' I thought, connecting the dots. 'IMC, Militia... Titan? Oh, you've got to be kidding me. I'm in fucking Titanfall?! They never said they were sending me into one of the multiverses?!' I ranted internally.

"Anyway," my attention was drawn back to the man's voice as he continued to monitor my status. "It was touch and go for a while, but we managed to get you away from the reaper's grasp. Still, you were quite banged up, lad. It's been a month since then, and you're probably going to stay another one in that bed. But you're alive and still in one piece, so I'd say it's a small price to pay."

"You tell me, sir." the words came out without thinking. "Shit, that means it's back to training when I'm out, then?"

He chuckled. "Yes, indeed. But not Rifleman training, lad. The higher ups decided to give you a shot at apprentice pilot after they saw the footage from your helmet cam."

My eyes widened at that. 'An apprentice pilot? Me? When I don't even know how to fire a gun?! Oh wait, I do. Damn paradoxical memories.' Immediately, my thoughts went to the squad, people I knew and didn't know at the same time.

"I just wish the others were here too, sir." Again, the words came out without my input.

"I know, lad, I know. So do your best and seize that opportunity, got it? That's the best way to honor your fallen comrades that I can think of." The man said sympathetically. "Now, get some rest. You need to heal, and I have other patients to tend to.

And as the medic left and I closed my eyes, slowly falling asleep, one thought was at the forefront of my mind.

'What the hell did get myself into?'

I would later swear I'd heard a feminine giggle right as sleep claimed me.

-Three months later-Deep Space-Aboard the Nightingale-

If there's one thing the two past months have told me, it's that rehab is a bitch, moreover if it's a soldier's rehab. All the physical tests and exercises, mock fights and range training were a pain to go through and I thanked my 'new' body's muscle memory along with the past experiences of this life countless times because there was no way my original self would have got through it. Still, I won't lie, it felt good to be in a fit and athletic body.

Speaking of the memories, I'd assimilated the knowledge of both people that I used to be. I guess you could say I became someone else from who I was, in both universes. It felt weird, for a while, but it wasn't bad. Strangely enough, both of my 'personalities' quite complemented themselves.

I supposed it meant that Lady Fate and Lady Luck had done their job well when they sent me in this universe.

And here I was, after two months of rehabilitation and training, waiting for the superior officer who was to become my Pilot trainer.

"All set, lad?" Doctor Nick McKenzie, the man who watched over me since I'd been admitted into the med bay, asked. He was a tall man and well into his fifties, his short hair an indistinguishable mess of white and blonde that complemented his brown eyes and short mustach.

"You bet, doc." I replied as I closed my empty locker and reset its password. "I'm not gonna lie, it feels weird to think that I'm not going to see your ugly face every day anymore." I jested.

The man barked a laugh. "And I'm not going to have to watch your ass every hour of the day to make sure you don't overwork yourself! God save me from overachievers, those are the worst patients I could ever have."

"Meh, I'm sure you love to strap us to our beds, deep down." I shot back. "Who would've known the legends about every medic being an S are true?"

"Please!" Nick rolled his eyes. "If that was the case, then all of you grunts would be an M or a SM."

"I'm not hearing any denial here."

"You brat! Respect your elders!"

"So you finally admit that you're an old geezer?"

"That's-! Well played, lad, well played."

"I aim to please, old man."

"Looks like some people are having fun here." An unfamiliar voice joined the conversation and we both turned toward its source: a man with almost completely grey hair and a goatee who sported a friendly expression on his face as he approached us. My eyes darted the insignia on his shoulder, instantly recognizing it as a Captain's.

"Sir!" I saluted, Nick doing so a split second later.

"At ease." The newcomer smiled. "How's the rehab been going, Rifleman?"

"Pretty well, sir." I answered, dropping my arm. "It feels damn good to be back at one hundred percent, let me tell you. Getting my old accuracy rating back was a pain, though."

He grinned. "Isn't it always? And I can say it doesn't get any better with age. Worse thing is that, no matter how hard you try, that rating continues to go down. Maddening, I tell you."

The three of us shared a laugh before sobering up. "I guess it's time?" I rhetorically asked.

The captain nodded. "I have your transfer orders right here." he held a small data chip up. "You will be part of the 41st Rifle Battalion aboard the James MacAllan while under my direct orders as my apprentice until I deem you fit to be a pilot." he said, before putting the chip away. "I'll let you say your goodbyes. Meet me in the cargo hold in fifteen."

"Yes sir."

With a nod, the man walked away, leaving me alone with Nick once more.

"So, that's it. You're going to become a pilot." the doctor said.

I shrugged. "We'll see. But I do hope I'll be worthy of the honor." I turned to him and held my hand out to him. "I'll be sure to keep you updated."

"You'd better." he replied, before shaking my arm in a warrior's handshake. "Now go take names and kick some ass. And make sure I don't see you back in my med bay until you're at least as old as I am, got it?"

I grinned. "I'll do my best, but no promises. It's too fun to rile you up."

"Brat!"

A few more farewells later, I walked into the cargo hold of the ship, my bag on my shoulders, finding my new captain waiting on a crate beside a transporter.

"All good?" he asked as he got up from his seat.

I nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be, sir."

He nodded back. "Well then," he held out his hand to me. "Welcome to the 41st, Rifleman Ethan Wolfe."

I shook his hand strongly. "Thank you for the opportunity," my eyes glanced at the tag on his chest, although I already knew his name. "Captain Tai Lastimosa."

-Six Months Later-Planet Typhon-Crash Site of the MCS James MacAllan-

"Lastimosa!" I cried out in concern as the pilot collapsed from his Titan's cockpit onto the ground. "Captain! Hang in there, I'll patch you up!" I started to go for my first aid kit.

The man gave a wet cough as he waved his hand before bringing it to his helmet and pushed the button that opened the visor. "Don't bother, Wolfe... There's... nothing you can do for me..." he weakly said. Although everything in me wanted to protest, I knew that I couldn't do anything to save him. "BT... Transfer authorization to new Pilot... Link... Brav-" His entire body was wrecked by a bloody cough but he forged on. "...Bravo-Tango, Seven-Two-Seven-Four." Then, his eyes found mine and, in a supreme effort, he sat up and grabbed me by the shoulder. "Wolfe...! Take my Titan...! Use my helmet... and my jump kit. This is... the real thing..."

I gave Lastimosa a resolute nod, my right hand coming to grip his on my shoulder tightly.

My captain smiled weakly, his eyes glancing at the titan above us. "Take care... of him..." His final words delivered, his eyes rolled back and his body went limp. Tai Lastimosa, Captain of the Marauder Corps and my mentor, was dead.

And for the first time since my arrival in the Titanfall universe, I shed tears.

With a grunt, I pushed the final battery into the port and turned the handle.

"Power at full capacity."BT stated, his optic monitor flashing, before rising up to his full height. The Titan then looked down at me. "Pilot, we must establish a neural link in order to proceed." That said, he put his weapon away and crouched down. "Please embark when ready."

With a nod, I stepped forward, watching as BT's cockpit opened. I jumped, grabbing the two holds and took a moment to look at the belly of the beast.

'This is it.' I took a deep breath. "Alright." I muttered and climbed up into the seat.

A split second later, BT rose up from his position and the hatch closed.

"Protocol One: Link To Pilot. Establishing neural link." with those words, the interior glowed green before a brilliant flash overwhelmed my vision. "Neural Link Established... Rifleman Ethan Wolfe- you are now confirmed as Acting Pilot of BT-7274.

Protocol Two: Uphold The Mission. Our orders are to resume Special Operation 217: Rendezvous with Major Anderson of the SRS."

There was a rumble and I heard gunshots from outside and the sound of the bullets bouncing harmlessly off the Titan's hull.

"Protocol Three: Protect The Pilot." The hull lit up, and the HUD of the outside appeared. "Re-initializing critical systems... Neural link complete. Primary Weapon Control and Motion Link reestablished."

Experimentally, I made us take a couple of steps forward. It felt weird, but not that much different from the simulator. And I had no doubt that I would get used to it very quickly. I had no other choice if I wanted to survive.

"Pilot, enemy Titanfall detected." My mind snapped into focus and I gazed forward, the display zooming in as, just half a hundred meters in front of me, a Titan landed with a tremendous impact. "We will have to fight our way to safety. Get ready."

"Great. Just got to kill a few bad guys." I snorted, knowing how much of an understatement that was, before taking a deep breath and softly releasing it. "Let's do this, BT."

"Copy that, Pilot. A positive attitude can only improve our situation."

Readying the XO-16 chaingun, we charged forward to meet the enemy Northstar.

And to think this was only the beginning.

-IMC Installation-Fold Weapon Preparation Room-

I grunted as I pushed the neural link to its limit to make BT climb to his feet. "Come on...!" I bit out.

"Wolfe! BT!" I heard Sarah Briggs shout across the radio. "Our ground teams can't make it there in time! You've got to find a way to destroy the Fold Weapon from the inside! There's no other way!"

"We're... On it!" I groaned as I continued to push BT to move forward.

"Commander Briggs, I believe I have a solution." the Titan spoke up. "In its exposed state, my reactor core may be able to destabilize the Ark at the center of the Fold Weapon."

"What are you saying?" Sarah asked and I only managed to hold in a snort. She wasn't one of the technical mumbo jumbo. Then again, neither was I.

"We can blow it up." BT elaborated. "I'm sending you coordinates for a dropship rendezvous."

"Coordinates received. We'll be there, but I don't see how you can." she replied.

"Trust me. I have done the math."

I couldn't hold back a laugh at that. Despite the situation we were in, I still found that line too damn funny. "Hear that, Commander? Don't worry, we've got this."

"I sure as hell hope so. We're on our way. Good luck- both of you. Briggs out."

"Alright, big guy. Let's finish this!" I called out as I made BT take another step, then another.

A couple of more steps and I felt the mass of Titan start dangling on the edge, the Ark Core right down below us. My eyes glanced at the HUD where the words 'PROTECT PROTECT PROTECT – ERROR' were displayed. I breathed out and smiled.

"Don't worry, BT. I'm not going anywhere."

"Copy that, Pilot."

With one final effort, BT toppled down the edge toward the Ark Core.

"Protocol Three: Protect the Pilot."

Suddenly, the hatch opened and BT's hand snatched me from the cockpit.

"BT! What are you doing?!"

"Trust me."

The Titan cocked back his arm to throw me, like he had done many times before, but suddenly froze up.

"The Ark Energy is interfering with my systems. I-I can't move." there was a pause and I knew my robot friend was calculating what other options we had at a speed I couldn't even fathom. "I'm sorry, Ethan."

I blinked. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.

"Heh." I huffed, before closing my eyes and smiled. "It's fine. We had a good run, partner. I'm just a bit sad it's ending so soon."

"...Thank you." was the response from BT.

And then, everything disappeared in a brilliant flash of light.

-Unknown Location-

My vision slowly cleared as I came back to consciousness with a groan. "Shit... everything hurts..." I blinked at my own words, my mind clearing. "Wait a minute. You can't feel pain if you're dead. So, that means..."

"Ethan."

I startled and turned back to find BT laying on the ground behind me. The Vanguard Titan's chassis was still whole, but in bad shape, a result of our fight with Slone and the Ark injector's backblast. My eyes zeroed on the optic monitor that was fixed on me.

"BT!" I shouted, trying to stand up, only to let out a choked grunt as pain flared in my muscles and I fell back on the ground. "That... was NOT a good idea..." I muttered under my breath.

"Agreed. Are you alright?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm okay. How about you?"

"The Ark Energy is still interfering with my primary systems. Auxiliary power is low but I should be able to move for three hour, twenty four minutes and nineteen seconds once interference ceases." came the answer.

"Good. That's... good." I let myself relax, taking off my helmet before slowly turning on my back to look around us, taking in the sight of dry flora, a far cry from Typhon's luxurious one. "This doesn't look like Typhon. Any idea where we are?"

"Calculating. Error- Location doesn't match any planet in my database. Calculating. Error- the star chart doesn't match that of the Frontier." BT paused. "I'm afraid I do not know where we are, Ethan."

"Great. Just great." I said dryly as I started crawling my way to him. "Let's just hope we won't get into too much trouble for the next twenty-four hours."

That was the moment a piercing screech broke the peace that seemed to have settled.

"Me and my goddamn mouth..." I grumbled, putting my helmet back on and drawing out the MK5 Smart Pistol. "One should never tempt fate."

'Damn right you shouldn't.' A feminine flat voice said in my mind and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

Scanning the surroundings for any threat, I wondered where exactly the Ark's explosion might have sent us. Somehow, the sight seemed familiar but I couldn't place it. Another screech echoed the previous one and I shook my head. 'Focus, you can worry about that later.'

"Incoming hostile."

Quickly glancing at the radar on my HUD, I whirled my weapon arm to the right and froze at the sight of a gargantuan flying insect coming straight at us. The thing looked like some kind of giant blue beetle with an equally giant pair of mandibles that I didn't doubt for a second could make minced meat out of me.

"What the hell?!" I swore as I quickly aimed the sights at the horror's head and fired. The thing screeched in pain as my shot tore a hole in its carapace and I pressed the trigger again and again. Four bullets later, it collapsed on the ground, unmoving. "Fuck, give me Prowlers or Flyers any day rather than this. That thing's the stuff of nightmares."

"More hostiles incoming." BT said and I noted three more dots appearing on my radar. Turning, I sighted the beetles and waited a second for the pistol to lock on them before firing. The MK5 bucked nine times in my hand and the insects fell to the ground, dead.

I breathed out, my eyes darting around for any signs of more of the things. Seeing none, I relaxed slightly and checked the ammo count. Four shots left, and I still had a couple of magazines on me.

"BT, how long until you can move?"

"Three minutes and forty-one seconds." Was the instantaneous answer.

"Got it." I slowly got up, grimacing in pain and pushed a button on the side of my helmet. The message 'Systems Check in Progress' appeared on the HUD and my eyes fixed the lines appearing under it.

Jump Kit Online.

Grapple Online.

Pulse Blade Radar Offline. Rebooting.

Holo Pilot Offline. Rebooting.

Tactical Cloak Online.

Phase Shift Offline. Rebooting.

One Amped Wall emitter available.

'Okay, so I have half of my Tactical Abilities available at the moment. Should be enough for the time being.' Additional information told me that I had still half a dozen of Pulse Blades, two frag grenades and one Stim on me.

"...Do you think we completed our mission?" I ask, leaning against his frame.

"Analysis says the Ark detonated once my reactor core made contact with it. We upheld the mission, Ethan."

I sighed in relief. At least, everything I had done wasn't for nothing. Hopefully, the Militia would succeed in their war against the IMC once and for all. I had come close to death more times than I could count and I knew that it was only thanks my training and a VERY healthy dose of luck that I had survived.

'And don't you forget it.'

I rolled my eyes inside my helmet at the deity's voice. Luck and Fate liked to keep an eye on my progress and didn't miss a single occasion to have fun at my expense if I were to even think of terms associated to them.

"Systems reinitialized." With those, words, BT started to stand up and I quickly climbed up his right shoulder. "Weapons offline. Calculating. Offensive capabilities reduced to Close Quarters Combat and use of the 40mm Tracker Cannon. Defensive capabilities reduced to chassis shields, Sword Block and Vortex Shield."

I nodded. It was better than I expected. The Predator Cannon had been destroyed during the fight with Slone so I had grabbed the first weapon I could find from one of the fallen Titans along with a Ronin Blade. Hopefully, it would be enough until we could resupply.

"I am detecting spikes of energy an hour south-west of our actual position. Readings suggest human presence. We should head there." BT said

"Let's just hope they won't be shooting at us." I commented, grabbing hold of the handle on my left as he started moving.

"Agreed. We are not in condition for extended periods of battle." he replied.

"Ain't that the truth. Alright, partner, let's find out where we are."

Little did I know that I was in for a big surprise once we'd get there.

And that's a wrap for the first chapter/prologue. Let me know what you think of it.

I'm saying this now, there isn't going to be more elements from Titanfall apart from BT and a few weapons. Everything else from here on out is PURE MASS EFFECT.

Now, I'm off to work on my other chapters for my other fics. See you guys around!

As always, I accept every kind of review aside from baseless flaming.

This is MidnightFenrir, signing out.