Titanfall: Equestriaby mojowuq9ChaptersChapter 1: Prepare For Titanfall!Chapter 2: Prepare For Titanfall! Part 2.Chapter 3: The Rainbow Factory Part 1.Chapter 4: The Rainbow Factory Part 2.Chapter 1: Prepare For Titanfall!"*Cough* *Cough* *Hack*" A bloody, one armed Thestral was laying in a field of rubble, a long chunk of rebar going through his chest, and right lung. His right arm was gone, along with both his lower legs. His wings are torn, and his mechanical left hand had 2 fingers broken, the arm holding a sword across his chest, the plasma blade currently turned off. The eerie silence was broken. "Driver." The Thestral turned his head toward a bipedal, holographic pony, his form flickering under the emotional stress his unstable, artificial soul is going through. "You, you, you.....you will die." The hologram said grimly. "Your right lung is filling with blood. The wound on your left shoulder is bad. You would be savable, but nobody will arrive in time. You have 10 minutes. I'd kill you to end the pain, but my code, won't......allow it. I.......I'm sorry." The hologram looked down, tears of light falling only to fade on the ground. "*Cough cough* Look at me. LOOK AT Me- *Hackackack* I've died for the right. Cause. My death is not- *Cough* *Inhale* *Cough* augh..in vain. She's dead-" "No." The hologram interrupted. "She....is alive. She will live, as you've only knocked her unconscious." "Well, shit. *Cough* .....WHAT!!!! AFTER SIX, FUCKING HOURS, SHE'S NOT DEAD!!!!!" He was launched into a ten second coughing fit, blood splattering everywhere. "Well, I'm going to die, and I need to piss. Anything new?" Driver said sarcastically. "Ugh. Even when you're dying, you still have a sense of humor?" "Damn straight." "Jack isn't." They shared a short laugh at that, with Driver going into another coughing fit. "Adam." Driver addressed the hologram. "Can you connect me to Godess Luna?" "Yes..........connection established." ---Meanwhile at the Lunar colony--- Luna was anxious. Sitting on her throne in the main tower, the entire inside was various shaded of blue, with a single red line reading 'throne room' snaking out the door, and into the rest of the colony. The room itself was fairly short, 10 meters to the roof. There was a few computer terminals, all were on, displaying information she didn't care about at the moment. The floor was carpeted, the carpets a soft green, with a grassy texture. The roof had a display connected to some cameras that provided a live feed to the night sky, which the display, was, well, displaying. The throne itself was just a blue, gilded Lazycolt chair. Luna was fidgeting, sitting on the throne. She was waiting to hear if Driver succeeded in his mission. Speaking of which... "Uh, hello? Godess Luna, are you there? Please respond." She perked up immediately. "Hello? Consciousness Nightmare Von Driver?" She answered, worried. "Call me Driver." "Then you call me Luna. I can't wait to see you once you get back!" "*Sigh* yeah, about that...." Luna's happy expression dropped instantly, being replaced with one of sheer worry and confusion. "What are you talking about?" "I'm...not coming back. I'll only be alive for 10 minutes, far too short to get me proper medical attention. Plus, I failed. She's alive, and completely fine, just knocked out. But, there is good news." Luna was tearing up, but she needed to know what it was. She heard coughing on the other side, but it stopped after a few seconds. "One, her Titan is destroyed, plus I managed to break Magic. The other 5 won't work without it. Two, looks like 'her bitchiness' will remain the best drinker." Luna gave a small chuckle at his dry humor. "Yeah...I guess she will." "Don't cry yourself to sleep. I'm not your husband." "Well..." "Oh god.....you were going to propose weren't you?" "Yes..." And a single tear rolled down her cheek. "I can't make you happy. I can't be your husband. But, I can be the one who will talk to you until my final breath." "*Sob* Just....stay with me." She said, now openly crying. "Well... Remember that faithful day? The day I first used my Titan...." ---Some time ago--- It is the year 60 L.R., (Luna's Return) and an inter-species war has been raging for over 20 years. During this war, the former IRF (Independent Rainbow Factory) invented massive bipedal machines called 'Titans', and the augments needed to pilot one. Every country/species in the war bought one, and made their own versions, called 'models' of them. But this isn't about them. Not yet. This is about our protagonist, Nightmare Von Driver. He is a thestral, and apart of a branch of the Lunar Republic. He will be piloting a new Titan once his training is done, but it isn't. He is currently walking through the Lunar Factory of the Lunar Republic Colony. It is lunch time, and he is to report to the cafeteria. "Yo, Driver?" Nightmare Von Driver's friend, Jack asks him. "Wanna eat together?" "Fine. It's going to take 5 minutes to get there anyways." "Haha! We can play cards!" "I swear to Luna, if you play them with your Titan, I'll kick your ass." "Try me, motherfucker." "Fuck you too." They then walked in silence down the blue corridors with multiple 2 inch-thick stripes of different colors providing direction where to go. The rubber floor with a metal layer underneath provided traction for magnetic boots. Driver was a dark-grey thestral with yellow, slitted eyes. His mane is backwards spiked, cut to 2 inches long. His black leather wings have a 2-meter span. He is 5'7. As a Consciousness, he pilots an 18-foot mech called a Titan. He received many augments. The augments made him bipedal, gave him metallic feet with built-in magnetics and rubber pads for traction, metallic, 4 fingered hands with rubber pads to help facilitate grabbing objects and entities. He also has front-facing knees, a radio implanted in his brain to allow soundless two-way communication, strength enhancements, and a sub-dermal layer of carbon fiber to protect against shrapnel and low-caliber projectile weapons. He can see better. Jack is a faded red unicorn with Justin Trudeau's mane style, which is a faded cyan. He is 5'11, and a Consciousness. He is retired at 70 years old. He is gay. In fact, his coltfriend is a thestral, his 'cuddlefriend', and is 71 years old. Anyways, after about 5 minutes, they make it to the cafeteria. The cafeteria is large, taking up 2 floors of the main tower, and is where everybody eats. "Hey, there's Blaze." Driver commented, pointing at the unicorn eating alone. Nobody hated him, it's just that it was when the Consciousnesses ate, so there was around 25 ponies/thestrals/who gives a shit sitting at random tables, spread out, some chatting with each other. As they grab their food, go to the table, and sit down.. "My Zigga's!" Blaze says, throwing his arms up, talking with a much-practiced Zebracan accent. "Yo, did'ja watch Final Space?" "Yeah," Driver said, pausing to take a bite out of his meal. "Lunadammit, that show is kickass," ---back to the present.--- "Damn this Final Space shit." Driver commented. "What are you talking about?" Luna asked, confused as to why he'd interrupt himself. "Well, I'm in the middle of nowhere, dying with an AI, with ten minutes till my ass is dead, after killing some evil motherfucker, most of my friends are dead, and the whole thing is emotional as all hell. Definitely Final Space. Now, where was I?" Author's Note This is my first story with a degree of seriousness. Also, Final Space is a real show, go watch it. (It's on Netflix, but I'm pretty sure you can find it on Youtube.) Play Dwarf Fortress. Chapter 2: Prepare For Titanfall! Part 2.Author's Note Yeah, I don't know if this is good or not, but seriously, fucking comment on why this story sucks, or why it's good. I can't make it good without knowing what's wrong. Also, some explaining will be done next chapter about: What the fuck Who the fuck When the fuck Where the fuck Why the fuck everything's like this. Play Dwarf Fortress. Chapter 2: Prepare For Titanfall! Part 2. "So Blaze, has 'Her Bitchiness' been out-drinking everyone?" Driver said with a shit eating grin on his face. "Oh yeah," Blaze Berrytwist retorted, throwing his arms up in mock surrender. "Pick on the transgender pony!" "Hehe. So, any-" Multiple tremors shook the base, on poor motherfucker slipping, slamming his tray down on his friend, both of them out cold. A loud alarm began blaring, warning: 'Enemy Titans detected! All consciousnesses, to battle!' Every one in the cafeteria, except non-Consciousnesses leaving to grab small arms in case of invasion. "Dammit! My Titan isn't even finished and I've to kick ass?!" "Apparently!" Jack yelled, running with them, his face grim. "Wait, what the fuck, Jack?! Aren't you retired?!" Blaze yelled at the old stallion. "My home is being attacked! I'dn't miss this for Prime Minister Luna's glorious body!" "Agreed! Let's go kick some ass!" It took them 2 minutes to get to the Titan bay, another to activate, and get into their Titans. "We don't have time to get out there! Grab onto my Titan, I'm going to teleport us!" Everyone flinched back, but grabbed hold of the metal frame, disappearing in a black cloud. They reappeared, only to see a bunch of Equestrian Titans making their way to the Lunar Titan Launch Cannon. The 3 assembled Titans sprang into action. (Titan battle scene, all combat is in giant robots.) Driver ran toward a Earth Titan (Made for Earth Ponies to use) and kicked up a chunk of dust, blinding it temporarily. He grabbed the Titans' left arm, swinging him up, around, and down onto its' back, stomping on its' head. One down. He rolled, spotting a blade slicing the vacuum above him. As soon as his roll brought him to the right point, he kicked outward, punching holes in his enemy's chest. As he kept his roll, the Titan was lifted up by his legs and slammed head first into the ground. He pulled his legs out and stomped on the Titans' head, which was another Earth Titan. Two down. Turning around, he grabbed the dead Titans' melee weapon, a battle axe, (Guns don't work in vacuum) and threw it at another Earth Titan, said weapon cleaving into its' chest, rendering it immobile. As the Titan was falling, he spin-kicked it in the head, snapping it off, then stepping on it. Three down. He keyed his radio. "Nightmare here, Titans down." He got a few responses. "Blaze here, same." "Imma good to, sunny boy. Oh right. Jack here." He sighed in relief, but- "Prismarine here, engaging final Titan." Turns out a few Titans made it out, but didn't checking because they did jack shit. Anyways, everybody was watching as Pris swung her sword, only for the enemy to slice it in half with a Claymore Sword, grabbing its head and crushing it. As Pris's Titan fell, the mysterious enemy dropped her disguise to reveal a golden, sun-themed Titan with a massive Claymore Sword. This Titan was piloted by- "Oh shit. Celestia." One of the unnamed Titans who just got out of the base said, dropping his weapon. Why did he say that? It's a little scary to be fighting something made out of metal extracted from the fucking sun, and powered by the Elements Of Harmony. Said Titan glanced in everybody's direction, before firing a rainbow beam out of its' arms, destroying the Titan who talked. Everybody ran away. All except Driver. "Hello! How about we do this properly. Melee combat. Range is for the weak. Or the smart. But I'm stupid as hell, and I'm gonna fucking die." The Bitch herself pulled out her Claymore and began to leisurely walk toward him. He pulled out his own sword, bracing for when she finally got close enough. He said something that Celestia could clearly hear, that made her slightly nervous. "Nightmare, take over-AUGH!" He fell to his knees, one arm clenched in a fist supporting him. He got up, and Celestia flinched at the voice. "It's been a while, dear sister." Celestia stopped, taking a step back. "Nightmare Moon?" She asked nervously, hoping the answer wasn't yes. "Yes, dear sister, it is Us! Thy immortal enemy! And now, you die." She charged, and Celestia swung, it suddenly stopping. She stared in disbelief at the Electric-blue plasma blade that was actually blocking her sword. "Surprised?" Nightmare said, before she kicked, throwing Celestia back, and into the ground. She got back up before two hands grabbed her, lifting her up. "Bye, dear sister. I think we'll be chatting soon." She was thrown off the surface, too fast to be affected by the moon, being sucked into the planets' gravity. The Titan fell onto his knees, before getting up again, albeit shakily. "Ah, fuck. That nearly fried my brain." He proceeded to teleport into the Titan Assembly bay. Docking his Titan, he climbed out, falling, and barely catching himself by flapping his leathery wings. There was a trickle of blood coming out the corner of his eye. He stumbled his way into the hall, shuffling along until a doctor came by. "Sir! Are you alright?" The doctor asked, galloping to his side, allowing Driver to use him as support. "No. That was the first time I tried that. Put too much strain on my brain, and I'll need to relax for a few days. Doing to much could fry my mind. At my current rate, I think I have 7 minutes before I go comatose. Just help me to a bed." The doctor nods, and leads him down the hall, into one of the 5 buildings that made the Colony, eventually making it to his quarters, and collapsing into bed. After getting reassurance, the doctor leaves, and Driver lapses into a deep sleep. --Dream Realm-- Driver got up, noticing how everything was simply blank, and how the only thing that was there was his bed. "Hey, Nightmare, y'there?" His call was answered by a black, swirling mist was slowly taking the form of Nightmare Moon. Knowing this was his dream, he made Dial-Up noises to go with it. As soon as she finished forming, she looked at him with a 'really?' expression. "Thou act like a foal." She said, sounding disappointed. "Well, you came within 20 seconds of killing me, and you because you were inhabiting my body." Driver said, giving her a tone as if it was obvious. "We beg thy pardon?" "Okay....basically, you're just a soul, right? Well, you need a body, more specifically, a mind, to pilot a Titan. An actual mind, not an AI core. But, whenever you use my mind, it puts massive strain on it, because hosting two minds at once is difficult for a mortal brain, and Luna sure as hell doesn't want you back in hers, so I volunteered. Anyways, if you use my brain for to long, it fries it, killing me and you by extension." Nightmare was worried now, her ears pinned back. "But, you didn't know that. So, wanna talk about something? I got hours before I wake up, and I'm going to use it. If someone's using my body, I want to know who." "Fair enough. So..." Chapter 3: The Rainbow Factory Part 1.Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Chapter 4: The Rainbow Factory Part 2."Ugh...." Driver stirred. When he opened his eyes, he discovered he was on a bloody hospital bed, an IV hooked up to him. "Wha...." Something landed, dropping from the ceiling. It was a mini Unititan. It crawled onto his barrel, and he felt barely anything. The Titan was that light! Anyways, it climbed onto his cannon all spider-like. His nose twitched. The Titan tapped it lightly, causing his muzzle to scrunch up cutely and his ears to flick. The Titan did what Driver guessed as giggle, which was a high-pitched stuttery gurgle. Driver, needing to do maintenance, used his left hand to grab it's midsection. He lifted it up, and placed her on the ground. He raised his right arm. [DISCONNECT RIGHT MECHANICAL HAND] [Y / N] [Y] All the electronics connecting his hand to his arm disconnected, followed by the multiple screws to hold it on better. He carefully pulled it off with his other hand, revealing a hoof. He flexed, and felt nothing, where he would usually feel his hand clench. Looking at it, there was a wide-ish hole on the flat end of his hoof. The Unititan looked nervous, and had it's knees pressed together, it's feet spread apart. It was also playing with it's fingers. "You are a she, correct?" It started to emit a high-pitched screech, before stopping and nodding it's head. "Okay. Did you do this? Y' know, bring me here and hook me up to this?" She nodded. "Thanks. I owe you one. I'm gonna sleep." He relaxed his head and was about to close his eyes, but the Unititan crawled onto his barrel again, curling into a ball and resting her head on his cannon. Deciding to leave her be, he rested his right arm on he midsection, and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. He woke to find the Unititan standing beside the bed, staring at him. He sat up, saying 'Good morning' to the Unititan. He swung his legs over the bed, standing up. He picked up his disconnected right hand, and walked to a nearby table, which was covered in tools, which he piled to give himself working room. Just before he started to work on it, the Unititan placed a different mechanical hand in front of the broken one. It looked like it was made of brass. Shrugging, he picked it up, and slid it onto his right hoof. [MECHANICAL HAND DETECTED] [CONNECT] [Y / N] [Y] He felt the screws go into his forearm, followed by the familiar feel of electronics connecting. After 10 seconds, he clenched, the hand clenching as the feeling of fingers returned. He gave a thumbs up to the Unititan, who cheerily clapped a few times. He studied the new hand, and he discovered that it had a mental command. Using it, a blue meter appeared on his HUD, and the hand crackled with lightning. Looking back at the Unititan, she was holding an ARC Shotgun, but not his. His had '1887' painted on it in big fucking block letters. This one looked rustic, but was definitely an ARC Shotgun. He took it, and loaded 5 ARCrystals into it, working the lever on the last bullet. She turned, drawing a keycard, sliding it down the slot, opening the door, which led to a hallway going left. He walked forward, poking his head out the door. When he stepped out completely, he felt the Unititan climb onto his back, holding onto his shoulders. He didn't care, and started walking down the halls. After a few minutes, he came across a cassette player. ".....Fuck video games." He pressed play. The boss encouraged we keep audio logs, and leave them all over the place. Why? We don't know, nor care. She also said the logs must have information about the Factory, so.....About a year ago, we decided 'Hey, why don't we create small Titans?', so of course, that one crazy dumbass, Something Von Driver, decided he'd do it. Yeah, it didn't go well, as you can probably tell. The log ended, so Driver continued, having to kill another Minotitan. How? Well, he shot it several times in the face and electrocuted it. The ARCane bolts melted through his head, allowing him to shock the Consciousness beneath, killing him. Moving on, he found another log. My second log. The subjects, which we named after the Bioshock unit, Big Daddies, actually, I think that's why she wants us to make these logs.... anyways, they went insane in their search for Spectra. Naturally, we modified pagasi to be able to gather Spectra from dead bodies. The big Daddies killed them, so we scrapped that, and moved onto the next. We made a 'Big Sister', who can extract Spectra, and is much more mobile. And they're light as fuck. And cuddly towards the other Consciousnesses in the facility. Odd. He continued walking, eventually finding yet another log. Deciding to save it for later, he attached it to his utility belt, along with the other 7 he came across. "Well, we're almost outside." Driver said, looking over his shoulder at the Unititan who stared back. "I'm guessing you'd like to come with me?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Okay. And, we're he-..." There was 3 Big Daddies, or Minotitans. ".....Ah....Fuck." They turned instantly, roaring. The Unititan jumped off, and Driver used the force exerted on him downwards to propel himself into a roll. He jumped, going over the barely missed melee attack. He landed behind the first Daddy, drawing his sword and severing the Spectra tank. He Stabbed the Daddy, impaling him, and pulling the sword upwards, killing it. He rolled forwards, dodging another melee from the second. Getting back into a standing position, he spun, and saw the second Daddy charging him, as well as the Unititan holding onto the third's Spectra tank, unloading her Light Liner Rifle into the back of it's head. After 7 shots, it died, but not without throwing her off, and she hit the ground, but got up quickly. Driver ducked, avoiding an attack, and thrusted his blade forward, impaling the Titan through the stomach. The Titan hit him in the back, breaking nothing, but holy shit, did it hurt. Driver twisted the blade, and the Titan hit again, dropping Driver to his knees. Before he could swing a third time, his arm was sliced off by the Unititan. Driver ripped his sword out, swing it and slicing the other off. the Daddy dropped to his knees, and Driver decapitated him. *Thunk* the corpse hit the ground. "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" The Unititan cheered, and Driver joined her, whooping. "Whooo! Okay..." Driver paused to catch his breath. "Now....we go...I'm sick of this place already." The Unititan walked beside him, rubbing his back to soothe the pain. "Ugh...thanks." They made it outside. Blaze was there, playing cards with a Pegasus Consciousness whom was bloody and battered. "Yo. I'm alive." Blaze dropped the cards. "Holy shit! Where were you? And who is that?" Blaze yelled worriedly. "I was in that fucking place. The Big Daddy, as those Minotitans are called, and the one you killed was alive. And it punched me into the Cloudcrete wall, cracking it. I had to use my emergency ARC Blaster on my right hand, so I got a new one, with the Electro Bolt Arcmid. Cool, huh? Also, this is a Unititan Big Sister, who is very cuddly towards me. She dragged me to the medical ward of that place, healed me, and waited for me to wake. She gave me a new Mechanical Hand, and a new ARC Shotgun." Driver explained. "....What happened to your old one?" "That Big Daddy you killed broke it. Also, me and her had to kill 4 more. 'Bout you?" "I only encountered this individual. Uhh.... Starlight Breeze, Astronomer." "You have to be fucking kidding me!" "I'm not." "...UUGGHHH!!!! Let's just get back to base. Also, she's coming with me." "Sure." Author's Note Well, that was uneventful and full of exposition, but oh well. Play Dwarf Fortress.
Chapter 1: Prepare For Titanfall!"*Cough* *Cough* *Hack*" A bloody, one armed Thestral was laying in a field of rubble, a long chunk of rebar going through his chest, and right lung. His right arm was gone, along with both his lower legs. His wings are torn, and his mechanical left hand had 2 fingers broken, the arm holding a sword across his chest, the plasma blade currently turned off. The eerie silence was broken. "Driver." The Thestral turned his head toward a bipedal, holographic pony, his form flickering under the emotional stress his unstable, artificial soul is going through. "You, you, you.....you will die." The hologram said grimly. "Your right lung is filling with blood. The wound on your left shoulder is bad. You would be savable, but nobody will arrive in time. You have 10 minutes. I'd kill you to end the pain, but my code, won't......allow it. I.......I'm sorry." The hologram looked down, tears of light falling only to fade on the ground. "*Cough cough* Look at me. LOOK AT Me- *Hackackack* I've died for the right. Cause. My death is not- *Cough* *Inhale* *Cough* augh..in vain. She's dead-" "No." The hologram interrupted. "She....is alive. She will live, as you've only knocked her unconscious." "Well, shit. *Cough* .....WHAT!!!! AFTER SIX, FUCKING HOURS, SHE'S NOT DEAD!!!!!" He was launched into a ten second coughing fit, blood splattering everywhere. "Well, I'm going to die, and I need to piss. Anything new?" Driver said sarcastically. "Ugh. Even when you're dying, you still have a sense of humor?" "Damn straight." "Jack isn't." They shared a short laugh at that, with Driver going into another coughing fit. "Adam." Driver addressed the hologram. "Can you connect me to Godess Luna?" "Yes..........connection established." ---Meanwhile at the Lunar colony--- Luna was anxious. Sitting on her throne in the main tower, the entire inside was various shaded of blue, with a single red line reading 'throne room' snaking out the door, and into the rest of the colony. The room itself was fairly short, 10 meters to the roof. There was a few computer terminals, all were on, displaying information she didn't care about at the moment. The floor was carpeted, the carpets a soft green, with a grassy texture. The roof had a display connected to some cameras that provided a live feed to the night sky, which the display, was, well, displaying. The throne itself was just a blue, gilded Lazycolt chair. Luna was fidgeting, sitting on the throne. She was waiting to hear if Driver succeeded in his mission. Speaking of which... "Uh, hello? Godess Luna, are you there? Please respond." She perked up immediately. "Hello? Consciousness Nightmare Von Driver?" She answered, worried. "Call me Driver." "Then you call me Luna. I can't wait to see you once you get back!" "*Sigh* yeah, about that...." Luna's happy expression dropped instantly, being replaced with one of sheer worry and confusion. "What are you talking about?" "I'm...not coming back. I'll only be alive for 10 minutes, far too short to get me proper medical attention. Plus, I failed. She's alive, and completely fine, just knocked out. But, there is good news." Luna was tearing up, but she needed to know what it was. She heard coughing on the other side, but it stopped after a few seconds. "One, her Titan is destroyed, plus I managed to break Magic. The other 5 won't work without it. Two, looks like 'her bitchiness' will remain the best drinker." Luna gave a small chuckle at his dry humor. "Yeah...I guess she will." "Don't cry yourself to sleep. I'm not your husband." "Well..." "Oh god.....you were going to propose weren't you?" "Yes..." And a single tear rolled down her cheek. "I can't make you happy. I can't be your husband. But, I can be the one who will talk to you until my final breath." "*Sob* Just....stay with me." She said, now openly crying. "Well... Remember that faithful day? The day I first used my Titan...." ---Some time ago--- It is the year 60 L.R., (Luna's Return) and an inter-species war has been raging for over 20 years. During this war, the former IRF (Independent Rainbow Factory) invented massive bipedal machines called 'Titans', and the augments needed to pilot one. Every country/species in the war bought one, and made their own versions, called 'models' of them. But this isn't about them. Not yet. This is about our protagonist, Nightmare Von Driver. He is a thestral, and apart of a branch of the Lunar Republic. He will be piloting a new Titan once his training is done, but it isn't. He is currently walking through the Lunar Factory of the Lunar Republic Colony. It is lunch time, and he is to report to the cafeteria. "Yo, Driver?" Nightmare Von Driver's friend, Jack asks him. "Wanna eat together?" "Fine. It's going to take 5 minutes to get there anyways." "Haha! We can play cards!" "I swear to Luna, if you play them with your Titan, I'll kick your ass." "Try me, motherfucker." "Fuck you too." They then walked in silence down the blue corridors with multiple 2 inch-thick stripes of different colors providing direction where to go. The rubber floor with a metal layer underneath provided traction for magnetic boots. Driver was a dark-grey thestral with yellow, slitted eyes. His mane is backwards spiked, cut to 2 inches long. His black leather wings have a 2-meter span. He is 5'7. As a Consciousness, he pilots an 18-foot mech called a Titan. He received many augments. The augments made him bipedal, gave him metallic feet with built-in magnetics and rubber pads for traction, metallic, 4 fingered hands with rubber pads to help facilitate grabbing objects and entities. He also has front-facing knees, a radio implanted in his brain to allow soundless two-way communication, strength enhancements, and a sub-dermal layer of carbon fiber to protect against shrapnel and low-caliber projectile weapons. He can see better. Jack is a faded red unicorn with Justin Trudeau's mane style, which is a faded cyan. He is 5'11, and a Consciousness. He is retired at 70 years old. He is gay. In fact, his coltfriend is a thestral, his 'cuddlefriend', and is 71 years old. Anyways, after about 5 minutes, they make it to the cafeteria. The cafeteria is large, taking up 2 floors of the main tower, and is where everybody eats. "Hey, there's Blaze." Driver commented, pointing at the unicorn eating alone. Nobody hated him, it's just that it was when the Consciousnesses ate, so there was around 25 ponies/thestrals/who gives a shit sitting at random tables, spread out, some chatting with each other. As they grab their food, go to the table, and sit down.. "My Zigga's!" Blaze says, throwing his arms up, talking with a much-practiced Zebracan accent. "Yo, did'ja watch Final Space?" "Yeah," Driver said, pausing to take a bite out of his meal. "Lunadammit, that show is kickass," ---back to the present.--- "Damn this Final Space shit." Driver commented. "What are you talking about?" Luna asked, confused as to why he'd interrupt himself. "Well, I'm in the middle of nowhere, dying with an AI, with ten minutes till my ass is dead, after killing some evil motherfucker, most of my friends are dead, and the whole thing is emotional as all hell. Definitely Final Space. Now, where was I?" Author's Note This is my first story with a degree of seriousness. Also, Final Space is a real show, go watch it. (It's on Netflix, but I'm pretty sure you can find it on Youtube.) Play Dwarf Fortress.
Chapter 2: Prepare For Titanfall! Part 2.Author's Note Yeah, I don't know if this is good or not, but seriously, fucking comment on why this story sucks, or why it's good. I can't make it good without knowing what's wrong. Also, some explaining will be done next chapter about: What the fuck Who the fuck When the fuck Where the fuck Why the fuck everything's like this. Play Dwarf Fortress. Chapter 2: Prepare For Titanfall! Part 2. "So Blaze, has 'Her Bitchiness' been out-drinking everyone?" Driver said with a shit eating grin on his face. "Oh yeah," Blaze Berrytwist retorted, throwing his arms up in mock surrender. "Pick on the transgender pony!" "Hehe. So, any-" Multiple tremors shook the base, on poor motherfucker slipping, slamming his tray down on his friend, both of them out cold. A loud alarm began blaring, warning: 'Enemy Titans detected! All consciousnesses, to battle!' Every one in the cafeteria, except non-Consciousnesses leaving to grab small arms in case of invasion. "Dammit! My Titan isn't even finished and I've to kick ass?!" "Apparently!" Jack yelled, running with them, his face grim. "Wait, what the fuck, Jack?! Aren't you retired?!" Blaze yelled at the old stallion. "My home is being attacked! I'dn't miss this for Prime Minister Luna's glorious body!" "Agreed! Let's go kick some ass!" It took them 2 minutes to get to the Titan bay, another to activate, and get into their Titans. "We don't have time to get out there! Grab onto my Titan, I'm going to teleport us!" Everyone flinched back, but grabbed hold of the metal frame, disappearing in a black cloud. They reappeared, only to see a bunch of Equestrian Titans making their way to the Lunar Titan Launch Cannon. The 3 assembled Titans sprang into action. (Titan battle scene, all combat is in giant robots.) Driver ran toward a Earth Titan (Made for Earth Ponies to use) and kicked up a chunk of dust, blinding it temporarily. He grabbed the Titans' left arm, swinging him up, around, and down onto its' back, stomping on its' head. One down. He rolled, spotting a blade slicing the vacuum above him. As soon as his roll brought him to the right point, he kicked outward, punching holes in his enemy's chest. As he kept his roll, the Titan was lifted up by his legs and slammed head first into the ground. He pulled his legs out and stomped on the Titans' head, which was another Earth Titan. Two down. Turning around, he grabbed the dead Titans' melee weapon, a battle axe, (Guns don't work in vacuum) and threw it at another Earth Titan, said weapon cleaving into its' chest, rendering it immobile. As the Titan was falling, he spin-kicked it in the head, snapping it off, then stepping on it. Three down. He keyed his radio. "Nightmare here, Titans down." He got a few responses. "Blaze here, same." "Imma good to, sunny boy. Oh right. Jack here." He sighed in relief, but- "Prismarine here, engaging final Titan." Turns out a few Titans made it out, but didn't checking because they did jack shit. Anyways, everybody was watching as Pris swung her sword, only for the enemy to slice it in half with a Claymore Sword, grabbing its head and crushing it. As Pris's Titan fell, the mysterious enemy dropped her disguise to reveal a golden, sun-themed Titan with a massive Claymore Sword. This Titan was piloted by- "Oh shit. Celestia." One of the unnamed Titans who just got out of the base said, dropping his weapon. Why did he say that? It's a little scary to be fighting something made out of metal extracted from the fucking sun, and powered by the Elements Of Harmony. Said Titan glanced in everybody's direction, before firing a rainbow beam out of its' arms, destroying the Titan who talked. Everybody ran away. All except Driver. "Hello! How about we do this properly. Melee combat. Range is for the weak. Or the smart. But I'm stupid as hell, and I'm gonna fucking die." The Bitch herself pulled out her Claymore and began to leisurely walk toward him. He pulled out his own sword, bracing for when she finally got close enough. He said something that Celestia could clearly hear, that made her slightly nervous. "Nightmare, take over-AUGH!" He fell to his knees, one arm clenched in a fist supporting him. He got up, and Celestia flinched at the voice. "It's been a while, dear sister." Celestia stopped, taking a step back. "Nightmare Moon?" She asked nervously, hoping the answer wasn't yes. "Yes, dear sister, it is Us! Thy immortal enemy! And now, you die." She charged, and Celestia swung, it suddenly stopping. She stared in disbelief at the Electric-blue plasma blade that was actually blocking her sword. "Surprised?" Nightmare said, before she kicked, throwing Celestia back, and into the ground. She got back up before two hands grabbed her, lifting her up. "Bye, dear sister. I think we'll be chatting soon." She was thrown off the surface, too fast to be affected by the moon, being sucked into the planets' gravity. The Titan fell onto his knees, before getting up again, albeit shakily. "Ah, fuck. That nearly fried my brain." He proceeded to teleport into the Titan Assembly bay. Docking his Titan, he climbed out, falling, and barely catching himself by flapping his leathery wings. There was a trickle of blood coming out the corner of his eye. He stumbled his way into the hall, shuffling along until a doctor came by. "Sir! Are you alright?" The doctor asked, galloping to his side, allowing Driver to use him as support. "No. That was the first time I tried that. Put too much strain on my brain, and I'll need to relax for a few days. Doing to much could fry my mind. At my current rate, I think I have 7 minutes before I go comatose. Just help me to a bed." The doctor nods, and leads him down the hall, into one of the 5 buildings that made the Colony, eventually making it to his quarters, and collapsing into bed. After getting reassurance, the doctor leaves, and Driver lapses into a deep sleep. --Dream Realm-- Driver got up, noticing how everything was simply blank, and how the only thing that was there was his bed. "Hey, Nightmare, y'there?" His call was answered by a black, swirling mist was slowly taking the form of Nightmare Moon. Knowing this was his dream, he made Dial-Up noises to go with it. As soon as she finished forming, she looked at him with a 'really?' expression. "Thou act like a foal." She said, sounding disappointed. "Well, you came within 20 seconds of killing me, and you because you were inhabiting my body." Driver said, giving her a tone as if it was obvious. "We beg thy pardon?" "Okay....basically, you're just a soul, right? Well, you need a body, more specifically, a mind, to pilot a Titan. An actual mind, not an AI core. But, whenever you use my mind, it puts massive strain on it, because hosting two minds at once is difficult for a mortal brain, and Luna sure as hell doesn't want you back in hers, so I volunteered. Anyways, if you use my brain for to long, it fries it, killing me and you by extension." Nightmare was worried now, her ears pinned back. "But, you didn't know that. So, wanna talk about something? I got hours before I wake up, and I'm going to use it. If someone's using my body, I want to know who." "Fair enough. So..."
Chapter 3: The Rainbow Factory Part 1.Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.
Chapter 4: The Rainbow Factory Part 2."Ugh...." Driver stirred. When he opened his eyes, he discovered he was on a bloody hospital bed, an IV hooked up to him. "Wha...." Something landed, dropping from the ceiling. It was a mini Unititan. It crawled onto his barrel, and he felt barely anything. The Titan was that light! Anyways, it climbed onto his cannon all spider-like. His nose twitched. The Titan tapped it lightly, causing his muzzle to scrunch up cutely and his ears to flick. The Titan did what Driver guessed as giggle, which was a high-pitched stuttery gurgle. Driver, needing to do maintenance, used his left hand to grab it's midsection. He lifted it up, and placed her on the ground. He raised his right arm. [DISCONNECT RIGHT MECHANICAL HAND] [Y / N] [Y] All the electronics connecting his hand to his arm disconnected, followed by the multiple screws to hold it on better. He carefully pulled it off with his other hand, revealing a hoof. He flexed, and felt nothing, where he would usually feel his hand clench. Looking at it, there was a wide-ish hole on the flat end of his hoof. The Unititan looked nervous, and had it's knees pressed together, it's feet spread apart. It was also playing with it's fingers. "You are a she, correct?" It started to emit a high-pitched screech, before stopping and nodding it's head. "Okay. Did you do this? Y' know, bring me here and hook me up to this?" She nodded. "Thanks. I owe you one. I'm gonna sleep." He relaxed his head and was about to close his eyes, but the Unititan crawled onto his barrel again, curling into a ball and resting her head on his cannon. Deciding to leave her be, he rested his right arm on he midsection, and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. He woke to find the Unititan standing beside the bed, staring at him. He sat up, saying 'Good morning' to the Unititan. He swung his legs over the bed, standing up. He picked up his disconnected right hand, and walked to a nearby table, which was covered in tools, which he piled to give himself working room. Just before he started to work on it, the Unititan placed a different mechanical hand in front of the broken one. It looked like it was made of brass. Shrugging, he picked it up, and slid it onto his right hoof. [MECHANICAL HAND DETECTED] [CONNECT] [Y / N] [Y] He felt the screws go into his forearm, followed by the familiar feel of electronics connecting. After 10 seconds, he clenched, the hand clenching as the feeling of fingers returned. He gave a thumbs up to the Unititan, who cheerily clapped a few times. He studied the new hand, and he discovered that it had a mental command. Using it, a blue meter appeared on his HUD, and the hand crackled with lightning. Looking back at the Unititan, she was holding an ARC Shotgun, but not his. His had '1887' painted on it in big fucking block letters. This one looked rustic, but was definitely an ARC Shotgun. He took it, and loaded 5 ARCrystals into it, working the lever on the last bullet. She turned, drawing a keycard, sliding it down the slot, opening the door, which led to a hallway going left. He walked forward, poking his head out the door. When he stepped out completely, he felt the Unititan climb onto his back, holding onto his shoulders. He didn't care, and started walking down the halls. After a few minutes, he came across a cassette player. ".....Fuck video games." He pressed play. The boss encouraged we keep audio logs, and leave them all over the place. Why? We don't know, nor care. She also said the logs must have information about the Factory, so.....About a year ago, we decided 'Hey, why don't we create small Titans?', so of course, that one crazy dumbass, Something Von Driver, decided he'd do it. Yeah, it didn't go well, as you can probably tell. The log ended, so Driver continued, having to kill another Minotitan. How? Well, he shot it several times in the face and electrocuted it. The ARCane bolts melted through his head, allowing him to shock the Consciousness beneath, killing him. Moving on, he found another log. My second log. The subjects, which we named after the Bioshock unit, Big Daddies, actually, I think that's why she wants us to make these logs.... anyways, they went insane in their search for Spectra. Naturally, we modified pagasi to be able to gather Spectra from dead bodies. The big Daddies killed them, so we scrapped that, and moved onto the next. We made a 'Big Sister', who can extract Spectra, and is much more mobile. And they're light as fuck. And cuddly towards the other Consciousnesses in the facility. Odd. He continued walking, eventually finding yet another log. Deciding to save it for later, he attached it to his utility belt, along with the other 7 he came across. "Well, we're almost outside." Driver said, looking over his shoulder at the Unititan who stared back. "I'm guessing you'd like to come with me?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Okay. And, we're he-..." There was 3 Big Daddies, or Minotitans. ".....Ah....Fuck." They turned instantly, roaring. The Unititan jumped off, and Driver used the force exerted on him downwards to propel himself into a roll. He jumped, going over the barely missed melee attack. He landed behind the first Daddy, drawing his sword and severing the Spectra tank. He Stabbed the Daddy, impaling him, and pulling the sword upwards, killing it. He rolled forwards, dodging another melee from the second. Getting back into a standing position, he spun, and saw the second Daddy charging him, as well as the Unititan holding onto the third's Spectra tank, unloading her Light Liner Rifle into the back of it's head. After 7 shots, it died, but not without throwing her off, and she hit the ground, but got up quickly. Driver ducked, avoiding an attack, and thrusted his blade forward, impaling the Titan through the stomach. The Titan hit him in the back, breaking nothing, but holy shit, did it hurt. Driver twisted the blade, and the Titan hit again, dropping Driver to his knees. Before he could swing a third time, his arm was sliced off by the Unititan. Driver ripped his sword out, swing it and slicing the other off. the Daddy dropped to his knees, and Driver decapitated him. *Thunk* the corpse hit the ground. "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" The Unititan cheered, and Driver joined her, whooping. "Whooo! Okay..." Driver paused to catch his breath. "Now....we go...I'm sick of this place already." The Unititan walked beside him, rubbing his back to soothe the pain. "Ugh...thanks." They made it outside. Blaze was there, playing cards with a Pegasus Consciousness whom was bloody and battered. "Yo. I'm alive." Blaze dropped the cards. "Holy shit! Where were you? And who is that?" Blaze yelled worriedly. "I was in that fucking place. The Big Daddy, as those Minotitans are called, and the one you killed was alive. And it punched me into the Cloudcrete wall, cracking it. I had to use my emergency ARC Blaster on my right hand, so I got a new one, with the Electro Bolt Arcmid. Cool, huh? Also, this is a Unititan Big Sister, who is very cuddly towards me. She dragged me to the medical ward of that place, healed me, and waited for me to wake. She gave me a new Mechanical Hand, and a new ARC Shotgun." Driver explained. "....What happened to your old one?" "That Big Daddy you killed broke it. Also, me and her had to kill 4 more. 'Bout you?" "I only encountered this individual. Uhh.... Starlight Breeze, Astronomer." "You have to be fucking kidding me!" "I'm not." "...UUGGHHH!!!! Let's just get back to base. Also, she's coming with me." "Sure." Author's Note Well, that was uneventful and full of exposition, but oh well. Play Dwarf Fortress.
