In the dead-quiet Twitch stream, only Daisy Lane's heavy breathing and occasional sniffles cut through the silence.
The chat was a wave of awe—
"This story's just… unreal…"
'This level's hittin' me right in the feels.'
"Protocol Two vs. Protocol Three. BT chose Three without a second thought."
'It's not even about protocol priority anymore.'
"Feels like BT's got a heart of its own now."
"Back at the signal tower, that thumbs-up? That was BT waking up."
"No way it would've defied the Commander otherwise."
"Man… I've got a bad feeling about this."
'Yo, I'm legit choked up.'
"BT's a real one…"
'…'
In the stream's discussion, two white words flashed in the screen's bottom-left corner.
[Final Chapter]
A gruff voice broke the silence:
"…Sam, your issues ain't my problem. Deliver the Ark as promised, and the IMC pays up. Got it?"
Daisy's blurry eyes cracked open, catching a holographic projection speaking.
She'd seen this guy before at the research facility—General Mader, IMC's big shot.
Across from him stood a familiar figure in a bulletproof vest—Sam Harper, the old dog himself.
Sam, head of the Apex Hunters mercenary crew, was hired to haul the Holy Ark for Mader.
The chat erupted!
"Screw that guy!"
'Old dog Sam!'
"Yo, rush him and shank him!"
"This is his game, and he's just chillin' in it like it's a Sunday stroll."
"Such a smug jerk!"
"Seein' him but not bein' able to take him out is maddening."
'He knows how to mess with us.'
'No one plays us like Sam…'
'…'
As the chat raged, Sam twirled his dagger and smirked:
"Pfft—have the cash ready, and your goods'll show up. Hidin' behind a hologram, huh? Coward."
With a wave, Sam dismissed Mader's projection.
Then he sauntered over to BT, dangling from heavy steel chains.
His cold, cocky villain vibe was on full display.
Sam tapped BT's hull with his knife:
"Hey, Tin Can, pop the hatch already. I got my prize, and I'm ready to bounce. Don't waste my time."
Daisy glared at Sam's smug face, her blood boiling. She tried to stand, but ropes bound her tight.
Yeah, they'd survived the Draco's crash—barely.
But the bad news? She and BT were now Sam's prisoners.
Daisy glanced at BT, sparks spitting from its frame, praying it was okay.
A second later, BT's voice crackled through:
BT: Voice system damaged… commands… unrecognized…
Thank God.
Daisy let out a shaky breath. BT was alive, but it was in rough shape.
"Let me rip it open!" a gruff voice barked.
Daisy shot a death glare at the short-haired woman—Sloan.
Before she could spit a curse, Sam waved her off:
"Nah, the Ark's unstable as hell. Crackin' the Titan now could blow us all sky-high."
Sam strolled over to Daisy, lifting her chin with his knife's tip:
"Well, well, hero. You're a tough one, huh?"
"Your Titan's got what I want. I don't care about you—just the goods."
"Make it open the hatch, and I'll let you walk."
"Pfft—"
Daisy seized her chance and spat in his face:
"Screw you, you sleaze! I ain't givin' you shit!"
"Hm."
Sam nodded, unfazed:
"Glad you're talkin'."
"But I don't like your attitude."
WHAM!
A fist slammed into Daisy's gut without warning.
She doubled over, gasping, feeling like her insides were rearranging.
"You… damn… dog…" she wheezed.
Sam didn't flinch, grabbing her collar and yanking her up.
Click.
A revolver's barrel pressed against her temple, hammer cocked.
"Messin' with my payday's like messin' with my family, hero. I just want the cash."
Sam dragged her to BT, his voice ice-cold:
"Listen up, Tin Can."
"Either your hatch opens, or her head does. Easy choice."
"My crew's waitin'—"
"One!"
Right then!
An encrypted message flashed on Daisy's HUD—
BT-7274: Kubo, trust me.
She locked eyes with BT's glowing blue optics.
Hiss—
BT winked at her, playful as ever.
WHOOSH—
The hatch opened, azure light spilling from BT's cockpit.
Sam chuckled: "See? That wasn't so hard."
He tossed Daisy to his two goons:
"Teamwork makes the dream work, right? We win together or crash together."
Sam, smug as hell, waved her off, ready to call it a day.
But!
CREAK—
A grinding metal sound echoed behind him, followed by his goons' shouts!
"Boss, watch out!"
Sam wasn't just any merc—he was the Apex Hunters' top dog.
He knew trouble when he heard it.
He ducked, rolled, and vanished around the factory corner like a ghost!
His goons weren't so lucky.
BT's iron fist swung, missing Sam but locking onto the goons.
No hesitation—BT fired its backup shoulder cannon.
BOOM! BOOM!
The two goons holding Daisy exploded into red mist!
The chat went wild—
"Hell yeah, BT's a badass!!!"
'Wait, BT shot?!'
"He had to! Otherwise, Kubo's brains would be on the floor!"
"That's not it! BT shot toward Daisy! Remember the water plant?"
Hiss—
The chat, and Daisy, froze.
Back at the wastewater plant, BT refused to fire toward her, citing Protocol Three: no risk to the Pilot.
But now? BT's shot grazed her cheek to take out the goons—a clear violation of Protocol Three!
Daisy's mind raced, replaying their journey.
BT started stiff, all rules and protocols. Then came the dry humor, the thumbs-ups…
She chuckled, wanting to give BT a thumbs-up for being a damn genius, luring the enemy and causing chaos.
But before she could—
THUD-THUD-THUD—
Heavy footsteps echoed.
A blood-red Titan loomed over the battered BT.
WHAM!
Its fist plunged into BT's chest, just like Ash's sneak attack in the void!
Daisy froze as Sloan, in the red Titan, ripped the Holy Ark from BT's core.
Sloan laughed: "Told ya—tear it open, and it's ours."
She jammed her machine gun into BT's chest and pulled the trigger.
BRRRRRT—
Bullets tore through BT like a storm of arrows!
Daisy's scream echoed: "BT—!!!"
…
Humans don't cry first when hit with raw grief.
They freeze.
It's a defense mechanism, honed over eons, to shield the mind.
Daisy was frozen now.
Flames roared around her.
Sam and Sloan had the Ark and were gone.
All that remained was wreckage—and BT, a perforated heap of metal, dangling from cables.
Tears welled in her red eyes.
After what felt like forever, she whispered:
"B… BT…?"
Her voice trembled, laced with fear of silence.
She felt like that rookie rifleman again—teammates dead, mentor gone, lost in a haze of doubt.
Back then, BT saved her.
And now…
Daisy's fists clenched, body shaking.
In the fire's glow, she glared where Sloan fled, eyes burning with vengeance.
Players worldwide mirrored her rage, faces twisted in the firelight.
Screw the main story!
Screw the Holy Ark!
Screw the mission!
Every "Kubo" had one thought: hunt Sloan and make her pay.
This wasn't about justice.
This was personal.
Blood for blood.
Daisy broke free of the ropes and charged after Sloan.
But then, through the flames, a familiar voice crackled:
BT: …Cooper, I'm here.
Daisy's eyes lit up, spinning to face the broken BT.
"BT…?"
BT: Cooper…
No time for reunions, BT cut in:
I can't finish the mission. But you can.
Take the SERE kit. Survive… you need it…
With its last strength, BT's right hand gripped its head's core and yanked.
THUD!
Its arm collapsed, a forearm-sized cylinder rolling to Daisy's feet.
She knelt, opening the SERE kit.
Hiss—
Emergency gear popped out: a submachine gun on the right, a data knife on the left.
Daisy knew them well.
Back when she was a rookie, Captain Lastimosa walked her through BT's maintenance, showing her how to store the data knife in the kit.
One kit, two legacies—Lastimosa's final wish, and BT's last hope.
Daisy drew the gun and knife, clutching BT's core.
As long as the core survived, BT could be rebuilt!
"Sloan…"
Daisy wiped her tears, eyes steel-hard:
"You better pray I don't find you!!!"
The Ark didn't matter anymore.
Sloan was the target.
The last fool to mess with BT—Ash—got dragged from her cockpit and crushed.
Sloan wouldn't escape either.
Snap!
No BT scans or orders now, but Cooper was a legendary Pilot.
Daisy jammed the data knife into the gate's panel. It whirred, and the gate slid open.
She ran head-on into a squad of IMC soldiers!
Both sides froze.
Daisy reacted first, raising her gun—
RAT-A-TAT!
Four shots, four headshots—clean.
Daisy blinked, stunned.
The chat lost it—
"Wait, did those bullets just curve?!"
'Yo, this is gettin' wild!'
"Daisy, you're pissed, but chill with the USB drive vibes!"
"Maybe… it's built into the gun?"
Then!
Drones swarmed in.
Daisy didn't even aim.
RAT-A-TAT!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The drones exploded!
The chat went ballistic—
'HOLY—AUTO-AIM?!'
"Trailer days, someone said aim was all you needed to cheat!"
"Auto-aim? I'm in!"
"No more actin'—this gun's a beast!"
'It's in the pistol, with a quick lock-on!'
"Cooper: Why didn't you pull this out sooner?!"
'I [redacted] this gun!'
"No! Way! It's! A! Hack!"
'(Sobs) BT… this gun in your head… so clutch… (Sobs)'
BT: ?
'You a demon or what?'
'Polite BT: You good?'
"Auto-aim and instakill? Lastimosa, you left us some toys…"
Realizing the smart pistol's power, Daisy's expression shifted—half smirk, half fire.
She raised BT's core, as if meeting its gaze:
"Trust me."
Now it was her turn to protect BT.
Gods, Buddhas, whatever—anyone in her way was toast.
Cooper tore through like a one-woman army.
Fly, duck, shoot—enemies dropped like flies. Pull the trigger, and they were paper.
The chat was hyped.
Finally!
Light flooded ahead as Daisy, clutching BT's core and smart pistol, broke free!
Sarah's voice crackled over the radio:
"Kubo, we've got your position. Your Titan's ready. Call it in!"
Daisy stood in a canyon, eyeing the distant battle in the basin. Sloan and the Ark were still here.
She raised the call device, remembering Lastimosa's training, and looked skyward.
"Calling Titan."
BOOM!
The training level's payoff hit!
A shockwave rippled through the air.
The Titan from her training—the one meant for her—landed.
FS-1041—Legion Titan!
Broad shoulders, sleek carbon-fiber frame, gripping a massive minigun like a chimney.
Time to bring BT back.
Daisy grinned, slotting the core into the Titan's chest:
"FS-1041's cool, but you'll always be BT to me."
VRRRR—HISS!
The Titan roared to life, towering over her.
BT gave her the classic thumbs-up:
"Hey, Jack."
Closer than "Cooper" now.
Daisy stepped forward, hugging its massive hand:
"BT, good to have you back in one piece."
"New parts cost me twenty-five grand," BT quipped, then turned serious:
"BT-7274, combat-ready."
"Pilot Cooper."
Hiss—
The cockpit opened.
Pilot and Titan nodded, saying in unison—
"Let's fight our way out!"
Emotions hit their peak!
The chat exploded—
'HELL YEAH!!!'
"Titanfall's got me hooked from start to finish!"
"Yo, that training Titan? It's HERE!"
'I'm a damn Pilot now!'
"Lastimosa's like, 'Knew you had it in you…'"
"I'm gonna cry, man."
'Hero's end, steel brother, sacrifice, duty—this game's story is NEXT LEVEL!!!'
"When they said it together, I lost it."
"Cooper's a legend, BT's practically human—they're perfect together. This is the game's soul."
"All the buildup, all the memories—worth every second!"
'$60 price tag? Best deal ever!'
'…'
The chat went nuts, players screaming in hype!
Who could resist an auto-aim minigun?
Spicy levels? Mild, medium, hot… and this.
"This gun's a monster!!!" Yin roared, mowing down enemies with the revolver cannon.
"Viper'd be toast now, just a punk!"
"Haha, come at me, losers!"
Eggplant hyped it up:
"Yo, nothing's alive outside these crosshairs!"
And then—
"Screw you, Sloan!"
BOOM!
Daisy, piloting BT, kicked down the control room door!
"Your dad's here!!!"
Sam had finished his job, slotting the Ark into the space-time folding bay.
Target: Harmony, the rebel homeworld.
Everyone knew—if that weapon fired, Harmony would be dust in a heartbeat.
Sam raised an eyebrow at Cooper.
He hadn't expected this rebel Pilot to escape and track them here.
"Well, well, hero. You're a tough kid."
Sam sneered, glancing at Sloan:
"Handle it, Sloan."
"You're still kickin', huh?" Sloan said, cracking her neck in her blood-red Ion Titan.
"IMC's givin' you to me for free."
Daisy said nothing.
The players said nothing.
Hiss—
They just raised their weapons, eyes blazing with murderous intent.
Blood debt, blood paid.
Time to settle the score.