Gunslinger, criminal, terrorist. These are just a few names to describe him. A young pilot and his Legion class Titan has had enough of the war. In an effort to escape it all, he commits one last crime to escape to an unknown world filled with death...
Morior: I DETECT TWO ENTITIES... EACH ONE MOVING AT A PILOT'S SPRINT...
Krieg: Ah, great. More pilots.
Morior: SAID ENTITIES ARE RUNNING BY US... POSSIBILITY OF PILOTS LOWERED TO 15 PERCENT.
Rather have 0.
Just then, two people ran by at a pilot's speed, running by us as they headed east. I only saw that they both wore black and possessed no thrusters, highly unusual for the Militia or the IMC.
Morior: DID YOU CATCH THAT PILOT...?
Krieg: A little bit. The hell was that?
Morior: PROBABILITY NOW 0 PERCENT... MORE THAN LIKELY THE NATIVES OF THIS AREA... I ADVISE CHASING THEM DOWN TO ASK THEM FOR A LOCATION...
Krieg: I guess, but I don't like this place at all. It's like a damn battlefield here.
I jumped off the chassis and began sprinting through the crimson forest, looking for the two people. A minute later, I found the two silhouettes looking down a cliff. I continued to run towards them, screaming like a mad man.
Krieg: Hey! Where am I!?
The two silhouettes turned their gaze to me, finding out a few things about them. One turned out to be a young girl. Long black hair, light skin, and a massive black bow on her head. The other a male. Short red hair, and a white mask hid his facial features from me.
???:Atlas...
What?
The two looked back at the cliff and jumped off. I ran towards the edge, only to see the two surf down the slope.
Guess they would rather die than talk to me.
Morior: APPARENTLY...
I'm going to follow.
Morior: I'M NOT SURE IF YOU CAN EVEN SURF PILOT...
No, but my ass can.
I followed the silhouettes, jumping off the cliff as I began sliding down the mountain side, using my left hand as both leverage and a steering mechanism. I heard the whistle of a train from my left. As I looked, one came out from a tunnel in front of the three of us. The two jumped while surfing, landing on one of the railroad cars.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
They're jumping on trains!? The hell is this shit!?
Morior: PERHAPS WE'VE ENCOUNTERED SOMETHING BIGGER THAN JUST NATIVES.
Definently.
As I jumped, the last car passed. I aimed a grappling hook at the back of the car and shot it, grappling a railing towards the roof. My body jolted as it pulled me towards the train, my body feeling like it's on stim again. As the hook let go, I landed on the roof of the last car, seeing the two silhouettes entering a few cars in front. As I approached the door, I opened it to only hear gunfire.
