When the war started against the colonies, no one knew how long it would drag out. No one knew the untold amount of destruction that would ravage the planets. No one knew how many people would end up dying. I realize now how wrong I was. I killed so many innocent people, for feul. I gunned down innocent civilians unable to defend themselves, on the orders of my superiors. I'm a mass murderer. There's no changing what I've done. But I can choose what I do now. I am General Hera, of the Militia Ghost Platoon. We are tasked with one purpouse. Win the war. So we fight. I fight. I command the most powerfull frigate in both the Militia and IMC fleets, The Ghost. It was a simple name. But with much power. While my ship may be understaffed out only 1,203 personel. We are still a force to be reconned with. This is the story of the Ghost Platoon, and it's valiant fighters. Prepare . . . . For Titanfall. I stared out the window of the bridge eagerly awaiting our arrival. We were headed right into a war zone. Eariun, one of the few remaining neutral colonies, was hit six hours ago by the IMC. They were under the belief that the militia was based there. They were never more mistaken. The deathcount was allready high on the surface, and still rising. Thankfully they managed to get a call for help out. The transmission was hard to understand, but It was clear what had happenned . . . Static fills the screen for a moment before it clears revealing a man, blood running down his brow, frantically looking around before turning to look at the camera saying "This is Benjamin Atmos, of the colony Eariun. We are under attack! I repeat! We are under attack!" The screen fills with static again as the sound of an explosion nearby rings out. As the screen clears again the man is holding his side, blood leeking from between his fingers, his face filled with pain as he continued. "If anyone is getting this, We need help!" Suddenly the wall explodes inward from behind the man and through the smoke a volley of bullets come flying out, tearing through the mans torso sending blood splattering onto the screen. Two IMC Pilots quickly emerge from the smoke One heading off screen towards the sound of more gunfire. The other Quickly fires another three rounds into the man Bfore Turning to face the camera. In a flash His gun raises and the screen goes back to static as the signal cuts out. Sense that message was broadcasted nothing else has come from the planet. We can only assume they are now blocking all outgoing transmissions from the planet. Gripping the arm of my seat a little tighter I glanced over at the navigater saying "Private! What's our ETA!" The young man glanced up from his screen for a second just long enough to say "Eta twenty minutes general!" I gave him a nod before standing up saying "Alright boys, You have the helm, I expect my ship to stay space worthy!" With that I pressed a button on the arm of my chair and the ship wide comm chimed on with a low ding and I chimed over the ships comms saying "All Pilots report to the Briefing room ASAP! I expect you there in no less then five!" Grabbing my green leather pilots jacket off the back of my chair I slipped it on and made my way off the bridge, The ship was full of both specters and humans alike running through the halls frantically getting to there positions and making sure the ship was absolutely battle ready. We hadn't been in a fight for almost two weeks now, so the crew was more then anxiouse. They were excited. They relished at the chance to bring down the IMC. I couldn't blame them either.