I was put in a cryogenic pod and launched out into space to find an IMC base. They kept attacking any and all ships that went through their territory so we figured 'hey, let's put a pilot in a pod and shoot'em out into the vacuum of space in hopes that he hits the target.' because that totally makes sense. Not!

The pod was designed to bring me out of cryogenic stasis upon impact. Because there's nothing but planets out in space. (Note the sarcasm)

Imagine my surprise when I was brought out of Cryo in a woodland area at night. I opened it up to hear voices in the distance.

"Slow down Twilight! We don't know it's a meteor! The IMC Mighta sent down a Titan. And ah don't want none a those big boys round my farm!" Said a girl with a clear southern accent. I didn't want to be caught off guard, so I grabbed my weapons and my SERE kit and climbed into the nearest tree with the best view. I watched as seven... girls? They looked female but they sure as Hell weren't human. They walked into the clearing, each armed with jerry-rigged weapons. But the one with lavender skin held a rusty pistol.

She immediately ran to the pod, inspecting all she could. She eventually noticed the SRS symbol on the inside of the pod.

"Uh... T-Twilight?!" Asked a pink haired yellow skinned girl in whispered panic. I looked to where she was pointing and wondered how I didn't hear it coming. A Brute Titan was hovering over the clearing.

"You are trespassing on IMC territory! Step away from the Cryo pod or be fired upon!" Said the pilot through the Titan's loudspeakers, leveling its missile launcher at the seven girls.

Rather than watching another group of friends torn apart by a Titan like I had seen so many times before, I aimed the only Anti-Titan weapon I had at him. As I readied my charge rifle, I aimed right at the weak spot that all Titans usually have, the optic.

The gun kicked like a mule but the beam temporarily lit up the forest. The beam hit the optic dead center, shocking the pilot inside. He looked to where I was only to see an empty tree. I looked straight up at the damaged Titan, and fired my grapple. The time it took for him to realize I was on him was also the time it took to climb on, take a power core, and hop off. He aimed his massive missile launcher at me, I lifted up a small detonator, pointing it at him.

"Boom." I said, pulling the trigger.

"What?!" Was all he could say before the satchel charge I placed on him detonated.

I watched as the burning shards of metal and Titan parts flew everywhere, taking my helmet off and lighting up a cigar.

"Fucking IMC prick." I said before taking a drag. I felt seven pairs of eyes on me, and heard a creaking click of a pistol hammer. I turned to see the seven girls ready to fight, the lavender one aiming her pistol at me. "You've got to be joking." I said before taking a long drag of my cigar, my Scottish accent thickly lacing my voice.

The lavender one simply fired a warning shot... I think. The way she gasped afterwards was not a good sign though. After she failed to execute me, I looked at her friends with a raised brow.

"Sorry, she gets like this. She doesn't really trust humans seeing as they invaded our home." A girl with rainbow hair said angrily.

"Why did you kill one of your own? Surely you care about your fellow IMC members yes?" Said a porcelain skinned girl with purple hair in a posh accent.

I was confused for a moment, but quickly understood. I held up my helmet, gesturing with my cigar at the SRS symbol.

"I'm an SRS pilot. Special Recon Squadron of the Frontier Militia. I hunt these fuckers down and point out their nest so the rest of the SRS can swoop in and clear 'em out. I'm one of the good guys." I said, taking another long drag. "I'm going to guess the IMC seized control of your capitol and used their superior firepower and tech to bring your civilization to its knees. I'm also going to guess they have you working constantly to remove precious resources for them with no benefits whatsoever."

This prompted a girl wearing a leather jacket with yellow and red hair walk forward, lowering her weapon, she seemed tense, but not hostile.

"How do you know about that?" She asked cautiously. I looked her in the eye, judging whether to tell her.

"They promised a good life for my family, but once they discovered an extensive network of naturally occurring fuel reservoirs on the planet, the IMC fracked my home until dust reigned over light. From what I've heard, the trains and space elevator remain in operation to this day, maintained by small communities of dispirited IMC employees tied to long term employment contracts. When my family spoke up against them, the IMC killed them. Shot them down in the street. I was eight." I explained. The girl gasped and lowered her weapon further.

"I fight to make sure no one else experiences that, and for every child the IMC scars for life, I make them pay in kind. I hate the IMC with every fiber of my being. So yeah, I might know a few of the horrible things they might've done to you." I said, popping the cigar back in my mouth, and blew a smoke ring into her face. She stared at me, coughing ever so slightly.

"So... if you're a member of this 'Frontier Militia' why are you here alone?" Asked the rainbow haired girl, hefting a make-shift spear over her shoulder. This question caused several curious/accusing looks thrown my way.

I exhaled another breath of smoke, "I'm a scout. My job is to find IMC bases and mark them for termination. If I can, I try to protect and arm the civilian population. That means I need to either speak to resistance members, or start a planet-wide resistance. Can you help me help you?" I said. The girls huddled up and whispered amongst themselves. I had audio enhancers in my helmet, it could allow me to hear every little word they said, but I kept it off. Eventually they reached a consensus and the girl wearing the leather jacket stepped forth.

"I'm Sunset Shimmer. You can come, but I'll be watching you." She said, holding out her hand to shake. I placed my right hand into hers, shaking it firmly. "You've got quite a grip there." She said. I took off my glove to reveal a prosthetic hand.

"You tend to get one if you have a metal arm. IMC set a Ronin on me once, bastard stabbed through my Titan cutting my arm off. I survived, and killed that prick. They never expect the pilot to stealth eject and use a Nuclear Rodeo. The name's Joe. Joe Miller, SRS pilot and Marauder Corps. scout. May I have your friends names?" I said, looking over to the remaining six.

"Um... I'm Fluttershy." Said the pink haired-yellow skinned girl.

"Ah'm Applejack" Said an orange skinned blonde wearing a stetson hat.

"I'm Rarity, a pleasure I'm sure" Said the posh girl

"HiI'mPinkiePienicetomeetyouareyougoingtobeournewfriend?" Asked a pink skinned girl with too many curls in her hair.

"I'm Rainbow Dash, that was Pinkie Pie." Said the rainbow haired girl.

"And I'm Twilight Sparkle. I want you to know I will be watching you every second you're around. I don't trust you, and I never will." Said the Lavender girl
bitterly. I took one last puff of my cigar before flicking it onto the fiery wreck.

"Splendid." I said, "Shall we get moving? The IMC will probably be wondering what the hell happened here and I do NOT want to fight more than one Titan at a time." This caused Sunset Shimmer to nod, and gesture back the way they came.

As we walked back, Fluttershy was hiding in her hair the whole way.

"If you're scared of me because I'm human, don't be. I protect civilians. Not hurt them." I said, causing her to 'eep!' and step away from me. I sighed, and then I saw a bird flying overhead. It looked right at me, and started its decent. I put my helmet back on, and the bird landed on my head. It then began pecking at my SRS symbol on my helmet. Fluttershy saw this and giggled quietly. I turned my head, bird attached to look at her. "You seem a little... Bipolar."

Fluttershy looked down at the ground bashfully

"Um... well, I get very scared of humans, they can be really scary when they have those Titan things. Um, why did you smoke that cigar? Those can be very bad for you." She said. I laughed lightly, Pulling out a small cigar container.

"Me and the lads used to have a tradition. Whenever we destroy a hostile Titan on a new world, we light up a cigar." This peaked her interest.

"Oh, do your friends not smoke anymore?" She asked. My smile slowly faded away.

"They were killed on Typhon in an Assault on an IMC base. They went out swinging, certainly more than anyone could ask of them. We were holding out for two Titans to secure a fold weapon... We failed. The fold weapon was put onto a ship, we had to pursue." I held up a small bag, and poured it's contents out into my open hand, revealing eleven dog tags. "They were the finest men and women I've ever had the privilege of knowing. Their sacrifice taught me a valuable lesson."

"What's that?" Asked Fluttershy. I turned to look at her.

"That even when facing overwhelming odds, random acts of courage and valor are miniscule when fighting side by side with your friends. They taught me there's a life outside the Militia, away from the IMC. But I've a long way to go before I get there." I said. Fluttershy looked like she was going to say something but we were interrupted by Sunset.

"We're here." She said, looking up at a ruined castle.

The last thing I remember was a bolt of purple energy blasting me in the face before unconsciousness took over.

Author's Note

For anyone who's wondering just what Joe sounds like, he sounds like Soap McTavish from the Modern Warfare trilogy. I just like his voice man... Don't know why. Just do.

Also, his loadout is an R-97 SMG, a Charge Rifle, a Smart Pistol, and a Dice Roll boost. He can use grapple and throw satchel charges. If you want a picture, I'll put one in teh Authors Note next chapter.