Dear Tone Pilot,

I’m coming for you.

Yeah, I’m sure you feel safe, tucked up behind your particle wall – I know I did. I too, was like you. After finding Ion a bit lacklustre, and noticing the prevalence of Tones on the battlefield, I thought “Hey, that seems pretty cool. I’ll give that a go.” I was immediately drawn to the power I suddenly had. I was immediately shutting down titans foolish enough to try and rush me. Launching my Tracking Rockets left, right and round corners, nobody could escape me. I was unstoppable, and titan, pilot and grunt alike trembled at my approach. I welcomed 1v1s. I defeated 1v2s. I could battle through 1v3s. I even scraped through a couple of 1v4s. True, they were staggered, and I never truly successfully survived 4 titans attacking simultaneously. But I came close.
Soon, however, a new breed of pilot began to appear. These pilots quickly became the bane of my once-glorious life. My strengths became my weaknesses as my powerful rockets were turned against me. They outperformed at range. They were able to rush me and push through my shield in CQC. Even at mid-range, they could stand toe-to-toe and emerge victorious. The titan I had once abandoned had returned to haunt me.
Ion.

She had grown tired of the tyranny. She learned how to counter me. She knew my weaknesses and she exploited them relentlessly, tirelessly plying away with Splitter Rifle and that wicked Laser Shot. My father always told me “Son, be careful. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” I had piloted Ion and rejected her for what I thought to be the superior chassis. I was wrong.
And now I have returned to her. At first I fell quickly, my skills sloppy from the ease of previous engagements. Soon, I began surviving longer, and fights I would have lost started going in my favour. I started surviving the fights with help of my team. I began winning battles. Sloppy Legions delivered their own doom into my outstretched palm. Reckless Ronins couldn’t withstand the torrent of rifle fire. Careless Tones, self-assured and lazy, began to crumble under the pressure. They no longer would defeat me. They no longer could.
We know your weaknesses, Tone. We can exploit them. And we’re not the only ones. A graceful Ronin will dance around your cannon fire, phasing through your rocket salvo and render your particle wall useless. A resilient Legion will rain lead upon you all while blocking your frontal assault. A Scorch will burn the air around you and raze the ground at your feet.

Dear Tone pilots…

I’m coming for you. And I’m not alone.