*In the neon bright and almost similar Tokyo looking city, Titan pilot Lukas is in a bar passed out by the celebratory party of the Frontier Militia's victory of kicking the IMC out of one of MIlitia's many home*
*the bartender taps on the pilot which he wakes up*
Bartender: Pilot you alright? It's closing time.
Lukas: What... oht hat... hank you sier...
*The pilot gets up, stretches and walks out*
