Gates Titanfall 2 Novels & Stories

It has been two days since the perimeter breach and the surprise response from Athinai set Titan land into rolling motion. The elite guards commenced their guard at all parts of Titan borders and went ahead to recruit more guards, which surprisingly, worked as there were more men and women every morning who willingly volunteered to be guards.

The world narrowed to the sound of his own ragged breathing. "And," Kael’s hologram continued, "I thought you might need some exercise." The wall on the far side of the abyss groaned. A massive section of the plating slid aside, revealing a hidden hangar bay. From the darkness, heavy, rhythmic thuds shook the walkway. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Two shapes emerged. They were nightmares of engineering. "Titan" Class Suppression Mechs. Twelve feet tall, humanoid but distorted, with hydraulic pistons for muscles and slabs of black plasteel for skin. Their heads were sensor clusters glowing with a singular red eye.

“I see. You don’t even have a phone so I guess I can expect that much.” ‘A phone?’ Before she could ask Jina what is a phone Jina already started with her explanation. “You see, three months ago those gates started appearing they are like portals of some sort. There are two types of ‘gates’. The first one is a ‘blue gate’. In a blue gate people fight monsters inside. The other one is a ‘red gate’, if people is the one entering a blue gate in the case of a red gate, the monsters are the ones coming out or maybe in their perspective, going in. There are some cases when blue gates turn into red gates. Monsters coming out in a red gate only stop after a whole day or should I say it closes?”

Its eyes were closed. "Meet Project Titan," Garrett said. "My masterpiece. A chimera. Wolf strength. Human intelligence. And zero conscience." He held up a remote detonator. "If you shoot me my dead man’s switch activates," Garrett said. "The tank opens. And Titan wakes up. He is programmed to kill everything with a heat signature." I hesitated. "You are bluffing," Kael said. "Am I?" Garrett asked. "I sacrificed my own wife to build this empire. Do you think I care if I unleash a monster?"

“No. I don’t let anyone touch my car. I can manage. Just give me a moment.” I closed my window. I saw the guard scratching his nape. He has a troubled face and of course it’s because of me. I could not help but smile to myself. When Vivienne finally stepped inside the gate, I started my engine again. It’s just when the gate closed. All the late students would get a punishment. But that rule wasn’t applicable to the Titans. We are born to be a ruler and not to be a follower. Vivienne stopped running while panting. I stopped my car beside her and got out of the car. She might not have noticed me because she was still busy catching her breath.

T‌he m⁠a​s⁠s‌iv⁠e ti⁠tan⁠iu‌m door gro⁠aned, the inte​rn‍al locking pins retracting with a heavy, metal​l‌ic sound that echoed‍ lik​e a‌ thunderclap thr‌o⁠u​gh the sub-basement. The vault door slowly swung open, r⁠evealing a⁠ prist‌ine, white-‌wal​led sanctuary fi‌lled w​ith rows of high‌-‍densit‍y serv‍er towers and hea​vy titani‌u‌m‌ l​ockboxes⁠. T‍his was the t‌rue h‌ea​rt o⁠f the Vane Empire—​the dar⁠k secrets⁠ t​hat contro⁠lle‍d the destiny of nations. "Find the 2022 p‍hysical hard drives,​" Damien com‌mand​ed, stepping ins⁠ide.​ "They’re in the centra​l core.‌"

Azim hesitated. Then his eyes hardened. “Yes.” He typed furiously, bypassing the final firewall. 81%... 92%... Moreau’s voice snapped. “What are you doing?” Ayesha smirked. “Taking your empire.” She slammed the final command. Project Titan – Ownership Transferred. Elias Moreau – Access Revoked. A moment of silence. Then—Moreau screamed. “NO!” The system shut down. Titan was gone. Moreau’s empire? Destroyed.

The freight elevator ride from Sub-Zero to the surface felt like it took a lifetime. When the heavy doors finally hissed open at the street level, the deafening mechanical silence of the Citadel was instantly shattered by the roar of the perimeter. Coldwater’s main gatea towering, sixty-foot barricade of reinforced durasteel and auto-turretswas buzzing with chaotic, frantic energy. Dax, Sienna, and I sprinted up the metal grated stairs to the catwalk running along the top of the wall. Tank and Reaper were already there, peering through the tactical binoculars mounted on the parapets.

Shadows leaned over lamp posts like watchers. Tunde walked in silence. The air felt different here — still, but aware. He passed a dented vendor stall. An old man watched him go, then turned away. A scavenger child whispered something and ducked behind a cart. That was when they stepped out. Two Citadel enforcers. Matte-black armor. Silent. Smooth. They didn’t hum. They didn’t threaten. They simply… arrived. Tunde stopped. One raised a scanner. ID Confirmed. RU-Q3A-1120. Theta Protocol: Passive Retrieval.