"Yo, Jada! Just you, huh?!"
On the Malta's bridge, high above the clouds!
When Yin spotted the Viper, he flashed a cocky grin.
This thing was a beast!
As the only Titan with high-altitude flight capabilities in Titanfall so far, the Viper's sleek, lightweight frame was built for soaring through the skies.
But don't let that fool you—its firepower was no joke!
In fact, it outgunned every Titan they'd faced before.
Its cluster missile barrages were relentless, shredding the rebel fleet to scraps in seconds.
If the Pioneer-class Titan BT was the king of the ground game, then up here, cruising at 30,000 feet, the Viper was the undisputed emperor of the skies.
Yin didn't want to tangle with it, but backing down now would only make the Viper come at them harder.
So!
Yin got a wild idea and smirked: "Yo, you know who I am, bro? I ain't just some random scrub!"
He clapped his hands, pointing at the deck behind him, littered with enemy bodies.
"Check it! Total carnage!"
"I'm out here droppin' bodies, yo! IMC's gettin' smoked left and right!"
"Man, I'm wreckin' you like it's a BBQ blowout—stackin' credits so fast you can't even keep up!"
Yin was spittin' bars like a street hustler hyping a crowd, his trash talk dripping with swagger.
The Twitch chat went nuts!
'LMAO, classic Yin energy!'
'Droppin' bars like it's a rap battle!'
'Trying to scare off the baddest Titan in the game with words?!'
'Yo, is this game set in Jersey or what?'
'Feels like BT's cockpit popped open and a hype man stepped out!'
'This dude's got moves.'
'Jersey-style trash talk, let's go!'
'So extra…'
'…'
Amid the chat's laughter, the Viper hovered in the air, silent but clearly fuming. You could practically feel its rage building!
Finally!
Just as Yin started rambling about the Viper's "second cousin and third uncle," the Viper snapped.
Viper: Pilot, you talk too damn much.
WHOOSH—!
A swarm of tracking missiles launched from its back, spiraling through the air straight for Yin!
BOOM!
In the fiery chaos, Yin respawned on the bridge, watching the Viper swoop up from below the deck.
Viper: I own the skies. You've got nowhere to hide!
One salvo of concentrated fire!
It blasted him to bits in a flash.
Game over.
As the most powerful flying Titan in Titanfall, the Viper's sole mission was to stop Kubo and wipe out every rebel in pursuit. That was its Protocol Two.
Seeing his trash talk wasn't cutting it, Yin shook his head, set the ship to autopilot, climbed into BT, and drew the massive alloy sword from its back.
"Alright, bro, you're in for it now. You see this blade? It's about to—"
WHOOSH—BOOM!
Respawning on the bridge again, Yin stared as the Viper swooped up once more.
Viper: …Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run!
The Twitch chat was losing it.
'Viper's out here stealing the show!'
'Three appearances in ten minutes, this guy's a legend.'
'Yin got shut down! LMAO!'
'Most players yank out Titan batteries. Yin? He's tryna roast the boss first.'
'Viper's like, "Who is this loudmouth?!"'
'…'
As the Viper swooped up again, it was pissed. Yin could practically see steam coming out of its circuits.
"Alright, you little punk, you wait! Check this out—Sword Core, activate!"
RUMBLE—Viper: Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run!
"Damn, this guy's damage is insane. Gotta rethink this…"
RUMBLE—Viper: Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run!
"Hold up! I got it! Ronin module's not it. Lemme switch weapons, then you're toast—"
RUMBLE—Viper: Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run!
"I'm takin' you down today!!!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A full hour of this!
The Viper was a monster, untouchable by standard mech brawling tactics.
It wasn't just its raw firepower or sky-high damage. Its mobility was off the charts!
Dodging and weaving like a fighter jet, landing a clean shot was a nightmare, let alone taking it down.
And the kicker?
As the fight dragged on, players realized the Viper's strength wasn't just its specs. Gus Harper had cranked its AI to an insane level!
Every move BT made—firing, missiles, whatever—had a wind-up time, and the Viper's AI was so sharp it could predict the player's attacks, dodging or popping a force field to tank the hits.
This wasn't some cheap "read your inputs" trick. Under Gus Harper's genius AI tuning, the Viper's logic was next-level, adapting dynamically to every situation.
This wasn't just BT vs. Viper—it was players vs. a goddamn supercomputer!
BOOM! BOOM!
WHOOSH!
RAT-A-TAT!
BT: Laser Core activated!
Rockets fire!
BT: Eruption Core activated!
[...]
Players swapped components over and over, hunting for the perfect strat to ground the Viper and board the Draco.
The Malta's deck was a warzone—cluster missiles screaming, explosions rattling the ship.
The toughest boss fight in Titanfall history was in full swing.
Fly, dodge, shield up, missile barrages, rocket storms!
The Viper lived up to its name—a sleek, deadly serpent raining fire on BT.
Flash, sidestep, electromagnetic smoke, machine gun roars, core blasts!
Players kept at it, grit and skill sharpening with every attempt, landing precise counterattacks in the Viper's brief openings.
A true Pilot wasn't just about raw skill.
It was about syncing with your Titan!
Every player watched their combat sync meter climb on the UI.
90%… 92%… 95%…
They'd survived the rusted water plant's traps, navigated the void's dangers, and warped through mind-bending time travel.
They'd chased cause and effect, fought across epic battlefields, and risen from the ashes of war.
96%… 98%… 99%…
They'd fought countless battles, their minds and machines in perfect harmony.
This moment!
They were one.
"Now, BT! Let's do this!"
After countless tries!
The sky god was faltering. Daisy Lane finally saw her UI hit max—100% combat sync!
No need for fancy commands!
Just a single thought!
BT slid through the electromagnetic smoke, machine gun locking onto the battered Viper!
BT: Explosion Core activated!!!
BRRRRRT—ZOOOOOM!
The gun roared, bullets blazing like a laser storm, slamming into the Viper's frame!
The Viper, down to a sliver of health, couldn't react in time.
BOOM!
Its cockpit erupted in flames and exploded, the mech plummeting from the sky!
The Twitch chat exploded.
"Hell yeah!!!"
'That was INSANE!'
'RIP Viper-Bro!'
'Yo, that was straight-up epic!'
'That combat sync meter is pure adrenaline!'
'100% sync! Mind and machine as one!'
'I'm legit tearing up thinking about the journey.'
'Daisy's sniffling already, look!'
'This fight's got my blood pumping. I'd lose it in the cabin!'
'Is this the endgame?'
'Gotta be close.'
'Wait…'
'Oh no…'
'Let's get that old dog Gus Harper!!!'
'…'
The moment had arrived!
Players and viewers alike were hyped, ready to storm the castle and take down the mastermind behind it all—Gus Harper!
Daisy Lane, wiping tears of excitement, pushed open the cockpit and slid into BT's waiting hands for the throw.
"Alright, BT, I'm ready!"
She clenched her fist, giving BT a determined nod.
"I trust you!"
BT shot her a playful wink, ready to hurl her like a javelin.
But!
Suddenly!
A frantic shout crackled over the radio!
Rebel Pilot: Heads up! Heads up! That thing's back! It didn't go down!!!
Daisy's eyes widened as she looked up.
A battered Viper, flames licking its frame, was still kicking. It swooped down toward them!
"BT, watch out—it's coming!"
BANG!
Before she could finish, a deafening metal crash rang out!
The dying Viper grabbed them, yanking Daisy and BT skyward, aiming to drop them to their doom like an eagle with a turtle!
RAT-A-TAT!
Daisy screamed, unloading her flamethrower machine gun into the Viper's cockpit!
BT swung its iron fist, pounding the Viper's frame!
The massive mech shuddered, steel screeching in their ears!
WHAM! WHAM!
In the chaos, Daisy lost her grip, tumbling from BT's hands and crashing onto the Draco's deck!
The sudden, heart-pounding twist had the audience on edge!
"Ugh…"
Vision blurry, Daisy struggled to look up, dazed from the fall.
Two giant mechs slammed onto the deck!
BT's fists hammered the Viper, sparks flying as its frame twisted.
The Viper, burning its last fuel, pinned BT down, grabbing its left arm and yanking!
SCREECH—CRACK!
BT's arm tore clean off!
"BT!!!"
Every Pilot's eyes burned with rage!
Blood pounding, Daisy raised her rifle, staggering toward the brawling mechs!
This was beyond intense—it was tragic.
A battered Pilot and a broken BT.
A Viper, smoking and desperate, fighting to the death.
From the game's start, the Viper was their toughest, yet most respectable, foe.
Both sides were locked in Protocol Two: complete the mission, or die trying.
WHOOSH—BOOM!
Another explosion!
BT seized the moment, firing its shoulder cannon!
The Viper's cockpit blew open, finally done for!
Daisy didn't hesitate!
Aim! Fire!
BANG!
A single shot pierced the Viper Pilot's temple, blood spraying as the bullet tore through!
THUD… THUD…
The Viper, pilotless, staggered back, its missile bays misfiring like wild fireworks!
The Draco erupted in a chain of explosions, and the Viper collapsed!
CRASH!
"Phew—"
Daisy collapsed to her knees, drained, staring at BT.
BT, one arm gone and smoking, gave her a thumbs-up!
Ding!
BT: Nice work, Jack.
Panting, Daisy shot back a thumbs-up. "You good, BT?"
BT: Left arm's toast, but I'm still kickin'.
BT struggled to its feet, stumbling forward.
BT: Draco's goin' down fast. We're on our own now, Kubo.
The final push!
Daisy knew the end was near.
The rebels' last hope rested on her and BT.
From a greenhorn rifleman to BT's trusted partner, now at 100% combat sync, this epic journey had been one hell of a ride.
"Alright… let's do this!"
Bruised and battered, Daisy and BT staggered across the Draco's deck, resolute despite the chaos.
BT: Holy Ark containment unit detected…
Into the burning cabin they went!
Explosions rocked the ship, smoke choking the air. Daisy coughed, lungs burning.
Escape pods launched left and right.
IMC soldiers fled in panic, no fight left in them.
Following BT to the cabin's core, Daisy spotted it—a metal sphere, half BT's height, suspended by chains.
The Holy Ark, the ancient core that could freeze time.
Amid the shaking ship, BT's voice cut through:
BT: Containment unit's too big to carry alone, Kubo. I need you.
"Got it!"
Dodging the heat waves, Daisy pushed forward.
The Draco rocked like a ship in a storm.
BOOM!
BT smashed the sphere's casing with its remaining arm, blue light bursting out.
With BT's help, Daisy climbed into the containment unit.
An epic, tragic score swelled, the alarms and explosions adding to the heroic vibe.
Draco: Alert! Alert! Altitude 20,000 feet!
Draco: Alert! Alert! Altitude 16,000 feet!
[...]
As alarms blared, Daisy shoved the Holy Ark out of its casing.
BT opened its cockpit, and with Daisy's help, secured the Ark inside.
"Done! Let's move!"
Daisy leapt down, waving frantically.
With rebel wingmen covering them, they could still escape.
But!
BOOM!
A massive explosion sent a heat wave roaring through!
The blast threw Daisy and BT to the deck!
RIIING—
Tinnitus drowned out the chaos, dizziness threatening to knock Daisy out.
Her battered body couldn't take much more.
HISS—HISS—
She tried to stand, but collapsed, weak.
The heat waves and alarms were relentless.
Yet, despite it all, Daisy felt calm.
She'd honored Captain Lastimosa's legacy.
The Holy Ark was secure.
There was no room for both her and the Ark in BT's cockpit.
It was time to say goodbye.
Looking at BT, struggling to rise, Daisy smiled softly.
I'm a hero. I did my job. I kept BT safe.
Take the Ark and go.
I'll stay here, a legend with Lastimosa.
But then!
SCREECH—BOOM!
BT, like a mad beast, ripped a chunk of deck plating and slammed it down, shielding Daisy!
Her eyes widened, voice breaking through the chaos. "BT! What the hell are you doing?!"
BT: Protocol Three…
"Forget Protocol Three!"
Daisy tried to shove BT. "Get the Ark outta here!"
BT: No.
Its voice was calm, unyielding.
BT: Protocol Three: I will not lose another Pilot.
BT: Brace for impact…
WHOOSH—BOOM!
A final explosion roared!
The screen cut to black.