Titanfall was unstoppable.
"Trial by Fire" rewrote gaming. Apex Entertainment said it jacked up the industry's ceiling. Unlike copyable FPS games, Gus Harper's blend of slick levels, fresh mechanics, and gut-punch story was one-of-a-kind.
Nebula Games bowed to it. You couldn't replicate this. One slip, and you'd tank.
Players ate it up. IndieVibe X2 sales exploded—some even gamed return policies, renting cabins for the six-hour ride.
Daisy "Dizzy" Lane chased the Draco. Sam Harper loaded the Holy Ark onboard.
"Gus, you old thief!" Daisy yelled, BT's guns roaring.
Sam's force field blocked her. He waved as the hatch shut. "Goodbye, hero."
"Viper, take 'em out," he radioed.
The Draco blasted off toward the space-time weapon base.
"Damn!" Daisy cursed.
Briggs crackled: "Draco's airborne, Pilot. You tried. Lastimosa was right. Board the ship—chase 'em!"
Multiplayer faded. Daisy, the Militia's ace Pilot, synced with BT, hunting the Draco.
If the Holy Ark powered the weapon, Harmony's billions were ash. Lastimosa's blood, Anderson's death—all for nothing.
"Copy!" Daisy shouted.
Screen darkened. Warships closed in.
Chat went wild:
"Too cool!"
"Six Ronins? God-tier!"
"Squad's the way!"
"Gus knows us!"
Screen flashed. Daisy gripped the warship's railing, Typhon's sky ablaze. Rebel fleets chased the Draco.
Briggs barked: "All ships! Draco's got the Holy Ark, 250 klicks to the weapon base! Stop it!"
"Eagle II, copy!"
"Purple Owl, ready!"
"Enemy jets!"
"Fire!"
Daisy locked a missile on an IMC jet. Boom! "Woo!"
Then, panic: "Deepwater 1: UFO! Can't lock!"
"Deepwater 2: 11 o'clock! Too fast!"
BOOM! Both exploded.
BT pinged: "Enemy Titan."
A Northstar Titan—Viper—swooped, missiles shredding ships. No Titan flew like that.
"Viper: Target locked."
Rockets hit Daisy's ship, throwing her and BT into free-fall.
"Not again!" she screamed.
BT tumbled, helpless.
"Buck: I got you!"
A Militia jet snagged them. Daisy hit hard, gasping.
Briggs radioed: "Cooper! Malta frigate's blocking us! Infiltrate, kill its defenses!"
Daisy smirked. "Not that other Pilot you wanted for BT?"
Chat roared:
"Petty as hell!"
"Burn 'em, Dizzy!"
"Anti-boss queen!"
"You're closest, Cooper! Move!" Briggs snapped.
"How?"
"6-4: I'll get you to Malta's stern!"
BT aimed, palm open.
"Again?!" Daisy groaned, climbing on. "I'm done after this."
"Trust me, Kubo."
Whoosh! BT tossed her. She arced, landing on 6-4's jet.
"Hell yeah!"
"6-4: Jump at Malta's stern!"
"Three! Two! One! Go!"
Daisy spun, boosters flaring, sliding onto Malta's deck.
Chat erupted:
"SLIDE KING!"
"Dizzy's a pro!"
"From flops to this!"
She stormed Malta, flamethrower blazing, wall-running, dropping grunts.
No rifleman now. She was a Pilot, fighting for Harmony.
Worthy of Lastimosa?
She cleared the control room.
Click. Data knife in, she steered Malta toward Draco.
Crash! BT landed, smashing glass.
"BT!" Daisy laughed, brushing shards.
BT gave a thumbs-up. "Well done, Cooper."
She grinned back.
Then, Viper's Northstar rose, hovering.
"Your journey ends. I own the sky."
Daisy's face set. Viper was here.