Stepping out of the warehouse, Frost turned to Runt. "About the bar, I think there's one not too far from here when I was passing by. Give me a moment to find it." The ODST then started to go through his VISR. That's the neat thing about VISR, or Visual Intelligence System, Reconnaissance. Proprietary integrated data management incorporated into an ODST's helmet to get the lay of the land in a warzone. In Frost's case, the layout of a city.

Runt looked at him as he stood there, before the ODST randomly said. "This way."

"How could I trust that?" Runt asked.

"How could you not?" Frost started walking off. As Frost walked away, Runt decided on whether or not he could follow the man. After a moment of deliberation, Runt groaned and hopped up to a nearby wall. Activating the jump kit attached to his back to keep himself against the wall, Runt simply ran against it. It didn't take long for Runt to catch up to Frost.

   However, noticing that someone is running up to him from behind, the ODST turned around and was amazed by the wall running pilot. Echo jumped off the wall and slid the remaining distance between the two before coming to a stop in front of Frost. The ODST clapped as he walked backwards . "Wow," he said. "That's quite an impressive gadget you got there."

Dusting himself off, Runt replied. "Yep. Thank God a jump kit can get me around places much quicker. Especially when I'm in a city that has ample enough walls to be used as flanking routes."

"Huh...." The ODST thought, as he turned around to keep on walking. "Good to know.... Basically, y'all are kinda mobile infantry that have some sort of propulsion systems and y'all can control walking robots of death?"

"Add in our augmentations, that make us strong enough to claim a life in one punch or one kick, then you would've been spot on." Runt straightens up, following the ODST close behind as they take a right turn.

"Highly mobile Spartans, then." Frost remarked, before continuing with sarcasm. "Very wonderful."

"Spartans?" The Pilot tilted his head. "Like the ancient Greek warriors?"

Frost groaned. "Not those guys, and I don't wish that."

"Jeez, man." Echo looked around. "What's your deal?"

"Well, you see." Frost kept on walking. "Where I'm from, the United Nations Space Command- or the UNSC- is Mankind's operating military overseer as we faced off against a religiously genocidal alliance of various alien races that called themselves 'The Covenant'."

"Sounds awesome," Runt mocked a yawn. "Yet, I don't see where it connects to you having a stick up your ass."

"We're losing the war." Frost nonchalantly replied, like it's something so normal to say. "Billions are dead, planets gone, and the Covenant kept on wiping us all out. Planet by planet. Day by day."

"Oh..." Runt trailed off. "I see...."

"So, we started getting desperate."

"How desperate?" Runt asked.

"To tie in the earlier subject we got desperate to the point of kidnapping and replacing children with clones of themselves to erase suspicion, and then put them in some labs to become genetically engineered freaks of nature."

The Pilot's eyes widened. "W-What?"

"Thus, the Spartans came about." Frost bitterly said. "We Orbital Drop Shock Troopers, or ODSTs, are Humanity's Best of the Best. We drop in when shit gets hot, and we make the Covenant bleed. Yet, these lab experiments are doing the job better. Way damn better, and I kinda hate it since they just get willy nilly augmented strength while we ODSTs get the job done with just plain, normal muscles."

"So, you saw it as cheating?" Runt tilted his head.

"Damn straight, it is." Frost stopped walking to look at the Pilot. "You Pilots seem to fall in the same category."

"Oh....." The Pilot muttered. The ODST noticed the tone, but chose to ignore it. As the two stopped in front of an open end bar overlooking the ocean then mustered the strength to speak up. "Well, what's an Insurrectionist then? I know there's the UNSC and the Covenant, but I heard you mention that term earlier."

   Frost chuckled. "A far easier opponent than the Covenant and definitely human, as well. It first started off with people wanting independence from the 'oppressive and imperialistic' United Earth Government before things went from an unofficial civil war to outright terrorism on several planets, as well."

   "So, kinda like the Militia?" Runt replied, as Frost took a seat. The Pilot followed suit.

   Frost was about to answer the question, when the bartender looked at the two men and nervously asked. "How can I help you, gentlemen?"

   "Bourbon?" Frost asked.

   "Unfortunately there's none, sir. A red-eyed fellow and a couple other guys dressed as you two took the whole stock earlier this week."

   "That's quite unfortunate." The ODST coldly replied. "Rum?"

   "Well." The bartender cheerfully said. "Luckily, a couple bottles of Mistralian are spared."

   "I'd take a glass of that rum." Frost looked at Runt. "You?"

   "I'd take the same." He answered. "Just to keep it simple."

   The bartender nodded and went to work, as the ODST and the Pilot relaxed. Frost asked, "About your question, what's the Militia?"

   Runt sighed, as the bartender came back to fill both men with filled glasses. The Pilot took his helmet off, revealing the red hair and deep blue eyes hidden underneath. "Where I'm from, Mankind has expanded outwards to solve its ever decreasing supply of resources for an ever growing population."

   "Sounds very like my universe." Frost took his helmet off to enjoy his drink. "Let me guess, the Militia was created to resist your control over them?"

   "Well....." The Pilot trailed off, "They resisted my employers."

   "So, you're a mercenary? Had quite some trouble with them, especially when fighting the Innies." The ODST took a sip to savor the rum's taste.

   "However, I'd give you a quick rundown of how it all started till now." The Pilot stretched. "So, at the beginning of our resource problems, a large corporation- Hammond Robotics- merged with numerous smaller companies to become the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation, or the IMC."

   "Go on." The Trooper leaned forward, a bit.

   "The IMC created the jump drive, which enables us to travel deep into space."

   "Sounds kinda like our Slipspace drives." Frost responded. "Kinda interesting how many parallels our universes have. Kinda scary, but continue."

"You see, from the first jump to the edge of their territory, the IMC discovered a separate cluster full of resources ripe for the picking. This became the Frontier."

"That's another similarity we have." Frost became more intrigued. "Where I'm from, we have the Outer Colonies. For you, you have the Frontier."

"What else could we have in common, now? Runt shuffled in his seat, before taking another drink of his rum. "Let me guess. You had a war back in the Core Worlds?"

"If it is what I think it is, we call it the Inner Colonies for Earth and the planets closest to it. Therefore we have the United Earth Government, or the UEG. So yes, we did. It was the Interplanetary War. There, that's where the United Nations Space Command and the UEG became products of."

"So, I'd guess that you have a single independent military with a government made up of planets as representatives?"

"You got it." Frost now half-emptied his glass. "In the Interplanetary War, it was the UN fighting the Friedens and the Koslovics in the solar system."

"The who and the what?" The Pilot looked at the trooper, eyes raised to show his curiosity.

"The Neo Nazi and Neo Communist factions that were soon deemed as terrorists by the UN." The ODST nonchalantly took a sip, while the Pilot's eyes widened at the fact that such factions became a major thing. "The UNSC was just created, and it kicked the shit out of the Koslovic's asses on Mars. That was where the first ODSTs were deployed, but they were called Drop Jet Platoons or something like that. To this day, Mars is the headquarters of the Drop Shock Troopers." He then said the last part with a prideful smile.

"Man, I'm jealous of you." The Pilot said, plainly. "We had the Core Worlds Conflict, where the people back on the Core Worlds rioted and all that. Thus, the IMC had to ditch the former IMC soldiers and whatnot sent to settle the Frontier behind."

   "Judging from the sound of it." Frost swirled the liquid in his glass around. "The IMC settled the Core Worlds and came back to the Frontier?"

   "They did....." Echo then stopped Frost from speaking. "And the settlers they abandoned there did have something going on, on their own...."

   "And the IMC tried to take it from them?" Frost asked, knowing the answer.

   "The Frontier settlers thrived very well on their colonies. Basically making themselves gold mines rich for resources, ripe for the pickings."

   "Sounds like the settlers protested against this."

   "Oh they did protest, alright. And the IMC straight up ignored them and started stripping planets of their resources to feed the core worlds."

   "Okay." Frost understood where it's heading more clearly. "The settlers created this Militia to fight back against the IMC, since the IMC practically destroyed worlds to save worlds?"

   "Yep." Echo took a sip. "And the Titan Wars began, where the Militia initially had anti-Titan weapons to counter the IMC's titans- that is how the IMC settled the Core Worlds, by using their superior technological and tactical advantages- until IMC Titans fell into Militia hands and Militia Pilots came about."

   "Sounds a bit too late?" Frost emptied his glass and raised his hand to stop the bartender from getting him a refill.

   The Echo nodded. "Yet, that was just Round One."

   "Course it is." Frost sighed. "And the Militia got smarter?"

   "They really did, but we took their leadership until some lady named Briggs became their commander and the IMC accidentally found a hidden colony founded by a former IMC commander and his crew of a prized IMC ship that went missing."

   "Sounds fun, for the IMC." Frost stated, sarcastically.

   "For a guy that wanted to be left alone," Runt continued. "We kinda made a mistake going after him, since the attack on his colony lead to him joining the Militia."

   "Since he kinda have inside information on how to hurt the IMC most?"

   "Apparently so." The Pilot slammed his now empty glass down, as the bartender went over to give him a refill. "And he carved a big chunk out of the IMC. He sacrificed himself by destroying the only IMC refueling station in the whole Frontier on the planet, Demeter. That crippled the IMC to where practically whoever's already in the Frontier stuck in the Frontier. Meaning, the IMC's stuck on the Militia's property."

   "Sounds fun." Frost quipped. "Kinda jealous, since being behind enemy lines is kinda my thing."

   "You gotta be insane to think that being left behind in enemy territory as a hobby." Runt looked at him.

   "That's kinda the point of us ODSTs, now." Frost smirked. "We get dropped in, and raise all sorts of Hell within enemy territory. Gave the Innies a run for their money."

   "Since you mentioned it, tell me about these Insurrectionists. They're different from the Friedens and Koslovics you mentioned earlier, correct?"

   "Yes...." Frost zoned off to remember his days fighting them. "They're from the Outer Colonies, and they first started off protesting against being under the UEG's influence since they disgruntling saw us as oppressors. Eventually, small flames combined together to create bigger ones and an undeclared civil war erupted between us and them. It was all across the colonies, and carried on into the present Human-Covenant War."

   "So, your UNSC was fighting a two-front war?" Runt cracked his neck.

   "Here and there, since some Innies were smart enough to know that a common enemy is better to fight than a different enemy."

"Common sense to really do that. Weaken each other to die faster, or band together and last out longer."

Frost grabbed his helmet and inspected it. "Yet, there's some Innies that still wanna give us problems."

The Pilot looked at the ODST's helmet. "Say..... What kind of technology do you have?"

"Well." Frost put his helmet down. "We have a motion sensor, and something that lets us have the lay out of all sorts of events and data about a war zone or city."

"So, you can find your way around?"

"And know the whereabouts of enemy presence. We call it Visual Intelligence Surveillance, Reconnaissance. Or VISR. That's how I found this bar."

"That's cool." The Pilot reached for his helmet. "Wanna trade helmets?"

"Sure." Frost replied, as he reached for the helmet offered to him while giving Runt his helmet. Runt managed to slip Frost's helmet on, while the ODST slipped the Pilot's helmet on. To Frost's confusion, the third side- precisely the left side- of the visor's HUD is showing glitched up static. Looking at the Pilot, who just found the feature to change the visor's polarization, Frost stated, "Hey, you gotta fix this display. A third of your vision's fucked."

"Oh, I know." Runt took Frost's helmet off. "It's been like that since I got teleported here from a super weapon explosion."

"Super weapon?" The ODST took the Pilot's helmet off.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that the mercenary group I worked for, the Apex Predators, was hired by the IMC to help deal with the Militia. Eventually, we found ourselves protecting a super weapon of alien origin, capable of destroying planets."

"The fact that the lines 'of alien origin' and 'capable of destroying planets' are in the same sentence disturbs me." Frost gave the Pilot an uncomfortable look.

"Hearing what you faced in your universe, I can't blame ya." Runt placed his helmet back on, before looking back at the ODST. "For my visor, I'd fix it after this big, crazy job that I've been hired for coming up. Pretty sure I'd be fine."

"Well, if you say so." Frost shrugged before checking the time to see that he has to go. Runt reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a card.

"Here. Take this. You seem cool enough and seem to also have potential to join. It'd be a great fit for you, if you accept."

After a moment of staring at it, Frost took the card and pocketed it before saying, "Once we're out of here and things back home settle for me, while also figuring out how to reach you, I'd give it a try."

The Pilot smiled and nodded. "Gotta get you a Titan, as well."

"Are there types of Titans?"

"Yeah, there's my Northstar-class Titan. It can fly and launch a volley of missiles, while armed with a railgun that deals more damage the more you charged it up. There's also the Ronin-class titan, armed with a giant sword as it's primary. There's many other classes of Titans I can go more in detail about the others, if you want."

"No thanks, but I prefer the Northstar. Flying and raining missiles down on your enemies, while using what sounds like a precision weapon sounds awesome. However, I gotta get going now. Got somewhere to go to. Pleasure drinking with ya." Frost said, as he got out of his seat.

"'Where are you going?" Runt asked the ODST.

"Catching a boat back to somewhere." Frost replied.

"Who's the girl?" Runt asked, as he took another shot.

"No one." Frost replied, before turning around and stuck his arm out. "Didn't you say that you have some crazy job to do?"

"Yeah..." The Pilot frowned. "But it can get me close with my new boss."

Chuckling, Frost then said. "Don't fuck it up then, Pilot. Not many of us soldiers have great chances to get old and fall dead."

Laughing with him, the tall Pilot took Frost's hand and gave it a shake. "And I'll see you around, trooper. Thanks for the drinks, and hopefully I'll see you around like I said."

Releasing his hand, Frost replied as he walked away. "Course you will, I can walk into Hell and out. It's you that I gotta worry about."

"Yeah yeah, now go catch your boat." Runt yelled back. With a wave of his hand, Frost disappeared around the corner. Back to his hotel room to reclaim his items.

Back with Runt, the Pilot then pulled out his Wingman Elite revolver that was holstered to his hip and aimed at the Bartender. As the man fearfully raised his hands up, the Pilot asked. "Tell me about the guys that came here dressed as me."

— — — — —

'Where's that man at?' The Captain thought to himself, as he stood at the railing. His ship was supposed to take off earlier, but he was paid by that mysterious young man to stay longer. He was about to give up waiting, when a voice from behind him made him jump.

"Kept you waiting, huh?"

Turning around, the Captain saw that it's the same young man, dressed in the same clothes he wore on the first trip, leaning against the wall with a cardboard box next to him. "Sorry for being late." The man said. "Just came across a last minute detour, is all."

Relaxing, and not wanting to question how the young man got there, the Captain replied. "It's okay. If you hadn't shown up anytime sooner, then I would've left ya."

"And I won't blame you, sir. Still sorry for the late arrival."

The Captain. "Why don't you settle down in the passenger's quarters below? It'd be a long trip back to Menagerie."

Lifting himself off the wall to pick up his box, the young man replied. "Yes sir. See ya around, skipper." With that, the young man walked off to settle in.

In the skies, a mass of clouds are approaching Vale. None of this seems to bother Frost, who is resting on a bed in a room. He then pulled out his Bible to read about David and listen to the soundtrack of all the songs he had downloaded before arriving to Remnant. The next three days would be quite long ones.

Author's Note: Honestly, over 3000 words?!?!? Holy shit. Guess it'd satisfy the wait I accidentally prolonged. This Titanfall crossover is hopefully satisfactory. BloodStorm1319  and I talked about the details here and there. Hopefully, I got them right. I'm glad I got to tie in this story more with the main story it's supposed to be secondary to, Bloodstorm's Pilot Predator book. Also, like the lore? Yes, I did my research with the Halo universe to ensure I got things right (yes, I played all Halo games but 5, Infinite, and the Halo Wars). Never knew the ODSTs were first used against Communists. I'd get going now, and thank you for the +100 votes!!! Auf Wiedersehen!