Work Text:
He threw his head forward, his helmet slamming into a display screen in the shock, a dim red hue from his LED visor reflecting off the screen and onto his black armor.
Good... I... escaped.
The pilot thought to himself as he opened his eye, lighting up the interior of his helmet from the white glow. Featureless eyes gazed through his visor, neither pupils nor iris resting within them, just white voids.
Within moments, he gathered his surroundings.
The man was inside a titan, specifically a modified Monarch class. Not quite a Vanguard, but his own specialty. 55 tons of steel shifted as he looked around, looking at a neighboring titan. It, too, was not your run-of-the-mill titan, but some sort of modified variant of the Legion, with even more armor on it. It bore an augmented Predator Cannon belted with 40mm rounds, a label on the side of the magazine reading it held roughly 90 rounds.
Both the titan and the cannon bounced with movement, before the man's HUD lit up with a message.
"Predator, Kong reads we have incoming. Boot up this thing fast before they get in the radius." A notification sent from "Ghost" read out on his heads-up display within his helmet.
Rya— Wait. This is where I am. Right... Play along.
"Right, right. Apologies. Was... running over the radius. This should relocate the entire moon base. Hopefully I can get the TPC fired up before those idiots hit us, we can't afford collateral in this place." Predator replied, shaking his head and disembarking from his titan, looking up at it.
MT-9211. Code-named Megaton... or was it Megatron? I don't remember.
He took only a instant to admire it's ebony chassis, before turning around and bolting for the device before him.
Roughly 2x8 meters, looking more like a table with a sphere mounted in the center, white plating lined the large device. He didn’t remember much, but he recalled using technology of the same sort of the same superweapon on Typhon to develop the Teleportation Core, abbreviated to TPC.
Theoretically, this would allow them to teleport their entire base wherever they wanted across the universe, so long as they had the exact coordinates.
He slid up to the device, standing before it and hurrying to input his desired coordinates, double-checking his armpad to ensure it was the same coordinates as that undesignated moon halfway across the galaxy. After running through the numbers twice, thrice, and a fourth time for extra measures, he slid his finger along the confirmation bar, and the sphere fired to life.
A boom resounded through the base and the lights shot red, but were drowned out by the blinding white light of the sphere slowly beginning to spin.
Predator turned heel and hopped back into MT-9211, bracing himself.
"KG-1102 ready for transport." Ghost's titan verified in a low voice.
"MT-9211 ready for transport." Megaton confirmed, his display flashing green.
The red glow from KG-1102, otherwise Code-named Kong, lit up green, which was Ghost's way of confirming his preparation.
Shit... That's right. Poor Ryan... Sorry you're mute, buddy, we'll get that fixed soon.
"Pilot Yeta Zero ready for transport."
And before Predator, more truthfully known as Yeta, could activate the TPC, a huge figure tore open the blast doors to the room with such force, the ceiling shook.
An armored Northstar with the Apex Predator logo. That's not Viper...
"Apex Predator identified; Pilot Gemini 'Runt' Echo. Engaging—"
Both titans raised their weapons to fire, only for the room to be filled with a wave of white as debris from the ceiling fell upon the TPC, consuming the whole room, then the base, before it was gone.