Gates Titanfall 2 Novels & Stories

My heartrate sped up as I headed straight for the titans, the guardians of the gates of hell. Before long I was standing facing two towering cyclops. They wore toga style clothing, and they had arm, leg, and back muscles that would intimidate even the strongest of supernatural beings. Blue and purple veins bulged and were easily visible through their paperwhite skin. These things are not nice and if I get caught, I’ll be taught a lesson. Probably even made an example of. Up until this point Drake and I have avoided any type of punishment in this place. If I get caught, my pride may take a good beating. I’m not as powerful as I once was, and Hades may let one of these Titans kick my weak ass.

Goma Island. It loomed out of the mist, a jagged silhouette of black rock and ancient forest. As we drew closer, the massive Southern Gate became visible. It was a marvel of engineering—a towering wall of reinforced composite alloy that had stood shut for nearly a decade. Seeing it now, with its two halves parted like a giant's wound, felt wrong. It felt like a trap waiting to be sprung. "All units, stay sharp," I said into my comms, my voice steady despite the roar of blood in my ears. "We don't know who or what opened that gate. Do not engage unless fired upon, but keep your fingers on the triggers."

"Alright, alright." The Titans attempting to disable the nuclear warhead were also growing smarter, leaping into the air at strange angles to try and get a lucky shot past our shields. With half my shield gone I had to rotate my Sentinel's body to catch the bullets, shells, or plasma before anything embedded itself into my partially exposed cockpit. I took a moment to get a good look at what I was facing. One Titan, identical to the one we'd destroyed, sported four railguns, each barrel the size of a bus. It hung to the rear of the group, giving cover fire and trying to sneak shots past my Sentinel's shield.

"Buy the automated turret. Place it directly above the loading bay entrance right over the gate." [Command accepted, Host Eva. Sixty System Points deducted. Current balance: five System Points. Deploying Tier 1 Automated Defense Turret.] This time the sound was different. A harsh grinding noise echoed from the ceiling, above the massive titanium gate. The concrete seemed to peel and a heavy iron platform lowered itself into place. Out of the darkness a sleek matte-black mechanical turret slid into view. Its dual metal barrels gleamed under the lights of the warehouse and a small bright red laser eye blinked open in the center of the unit.

I ha d escaped the Titan, but the gates of the penthouse were already waiting to close.

But as Julian retreated into the darkness, he slammed his stolen master-key drive into the exterior wall console. The magnetic seals on the titanium blast doors, previously broken from the inside, suddenly re-engaged with a deafening screech of grinding metal. The heavy doors slammed shut right in Dante’s face, sealing completely. Dante fired three rounds into the reinforced titanium, the bullets sparking and ricocheting harmlessly off the impenetrable metal. They were locked in.

Tan entered the room carrying a tablet of his own. “It’s begun.” Cassian turned. “Already?” Tan nodded. “HarborGate’s shipments were delayed at three terminals this morning.” Avelyn looked up. “That fast?” Tan gave a faint smile. “When you control the gates, you control the traffic.” Cassian crossed his arms. “And their investors?” Tan tapped his screen. “Already nervous.” Avelyn leaned forward slightly. “How nervous?” Tan projected a new chart onto the screen. Stock values. Shipping contracts.

One thing for sure, it was way too big to be just a penthouse but who am I to argue? " Don't be deceived by the size and the exquisite decorations. It's made out of recycled materials so it's pretty much affordable." " It is? Double wow." I mouthed. He chuckled and tussled my hair. Electronically opening the gate, we drove in and we parked at the garage. There I also noticed there was a car in it. Packed for a boys camp out. We got out of the car and walked to the main entrance where he put in the house password and just like that, the door opened and we walked in.

A structure so surgically modern, it felt like it had no right being built in a Private place. Not just a gate—a work of art, tall and commanding, framed by Matte black titanium bars, rising nearly twelve feet, glinting under the New Mexico morning sun. A low-profile fence, with no razor wire curved around like a fortress spine, stretching endlessly in both directions, that it vanished into mesquite and mescal trees. A quiet threat of permanence. In the absence of guards, drones hovered silently above—small, circular, blinkered with blue rings like watching eyes. Just the arrogance of excess money, confidently invisible.

Leo projected, his voice a low, protective vibration. Meanwhile, Toby was pushing the Atmospheric Scout beyond the known perimeter. He had found a massive ancient structure anchored at the very edge of the Polaris system. It was the "First Gate," a towering archway of living stone and blue obsidian that hummed with a frequency that predated the corporations by ten thousand years.