"...Pilot? Please wake up." You were awoken by a huge metal finger pushing against your side, with enough hydraulic strength that it easily shoved your whole weight. When you came to you were staring up at your Titan, RG-4546, and surrounded by dense tree cover and thick foliage. "Good. Pilot consciousness has risen our chances of survival from three percent to approximately sixty-two percent." As you tried to stand up, you immediately felt a terrible head rush and had to lean against one of RG's legs for support. You still had all your equipment, your helmet and jumpkit were still functional and you had both your weapons- an R-97 SMG on a sling, and a holstered P-2016 on your hip, plus a few firestars on your chestrig. "You appear confused and concussed, pilot. Suggestion: You have suffered a minor head injury upon titanfall, resulting in loss of short-term memories," he states, in that typical robotic tone. "The MCS Tai Lastimosa was shot down; assailant unknown, likely IMC orbital defenses. Our current planet is unknown, but scans detect a breathable oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere and survivable levels of surface gravity and atmospheric pressure. I have taken liberties to remove you from my cockpit for in-the-field medical inspection. You appear to be in good condition." RG-4546 rose to full height and the camera on the front of his hatch swiveled on its mount as he looked around. "I am still calculating our final plan of action, we have limited options in this scenario. In the meantime, I suggest we get moving."