Titanfall 2 Viper Helmet Novels & Stories

"Tier 2. No more tutorials. No more hand-holding." Ren sat at the head of the table. Wraith wore a new suit—an Executive Grade tactical stealth rig. It was slim, armored with carbon-nanotubes, and cost 12,000 credits. It looked less like soldier gear and more like assassin couture. "It's professional," Ren said, checking his virtual inventory. "Tier 2 means higher payouts. Higher risks. What's the job?" The air above the table shimmered. The Admin didn't appear as scrolling text this time.

I took the elevator to the roof. The wind whipped my hair across my face. In the distance, a black helicopter with the Titan's logo, a silver shield, was descending from the grey sky. It looked like a chariot sent by the gods of war. I stepped toward it. Dr. Elena Vance was getting on that chopper. And she was ready for revenge.

They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery. The human king after all this, decided to build a fence to keep his people safe from the dangers of the vipers. These vipers, held in human bodies, had green eyes and all had one motive; enslave humans. It was strictly prohibited to get close to one, because it would only bring demise to the human kingdom. He had to protect his people if the Viper king didn’t settle with negotiations. During this short period of time, war ceased since the Viper King found no way on how to get close to the humans. Nearby the f

From the absolute, pitch black void near the grand staircase, the heavy, suppressed THWIP of a high velocity syndicate assault rifle completely decimated the silence. The first mercenary didn't even have time to scream. The heavy caliber round pierced perfectly through the side of his kevlar helmet. He collapsed onto the hardwood floor with a heavy, lifeless thud, his tactical flashlight rolling wildly across the room and projecting dizzying shadows on the walls. "Return fire!" Victoria shrieked, stumbling backward toward the sealed elevator doors.

Skeleton taunted, slinging his alloy steel knife over his shoulder. "You think you can scare me with that peashooter?" Viper sneered, toying with the serpent draped across his shoulder. The air in the tavern was thick with tension, a spark away from the explosion.

Hearing the commotion, Zephyr looked up, and he couldn't remove his gaze from me once he laid his eyes on me. I was wearing a tiger mask that covered half my face, so I wasn't worried that he'd realize who I was. In my reflection, I could see my tall, well-toned figure, with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs, and I stood out even amongst all the models there. Zephyr's gaze was still attached to me, and when I glanced over at him, I saw that his expression was furrowed in concentration, as if he was contemplating something.

the shift of him, the decision happening in his body before it happened anywhere else, the sound of him getting up and crossing the room and taking the stairs three at a time. His voice from somewhere above. "Tor!" The word came out of him like something being torn loose. Then Tor in the doorway. Taking the room in one second. Crossing to us without being told. His hands under my arms. Varek said five words. "Nightshade synthetic. The blade was coated." Tor looked at my wrist. At the lines. At my face. He didn't ask questions. He never asked questions. The medical room was too bright. I closed my eyes against the lights and cold clean air came through a mask and my lungs grabbed at it and th

A voice answered from above. “Right here.” Alexander looked up — and his stomach dropped. Elite Citadel soldiers stood on the suspended catwalks overhead. At least twenty of them. Black armor. Red visors. Weapons glowing with purge-suppression tech. Elias growled. “They won’t stop us.” The captain of the squad jumped down from the catwalk, landing in front of them with heavy boots. “Elias Varyn,” he said coldly. “Primarch-class. Kill on sight.” Elias stepped forward.

I put my helmet on, hopped on, pushed the kickstand back, turned her on, twisted the throttle, and made her roar, gaining other guys' attention. “Damn, baby! You ride that!?” A cute guy with black hair and dark eyes yells out. His buddies whistle and hoot. Alec’s gaze becomes heated. He looks angry and his hands turn into fists. He thinks I can’t see him because I have my visor down and I smile. I lifted my visor as I responded, “Yeah.” “Is that an H2R?” The cute guy asked. I took my helmet off and they began to catcall. “F*ck, you're gorgeous! Can I have your number?” I blush and squirm in my seat.