Okay, so I haven't played Borderlands 2 in a while. Or used this site ever. Or even written a story, come to think of it, excluding the 5 minute changing of a book the teacher would never of heard of before that I submitted as homework. So I apologise for any mistakes, in writing or in etiquette to this site. I can't really say what's in store, the first few chapters came from dream that was preceded by a Bleach and Naruto marathon, hours on the game, and an unmeasured amount of alcohol. Also, I have never played as Krieg, so it makes it difficult to push him into the story, so I won't. Any mistakes, feel free to call me up on, and i'll attempt to rectify the mistakes. And I cannot be bothered with Zer0's haikus, they irritate me beyond belief. They're cool in game, but trying to write them just blankets you in a new respect for anyone who has ever written speech for him.

The breath felt heavy in his lungs, clawing at the inside of his chest, its icy tendrils threading their way up to his throat. Okay, maybe blasting a herd of bloodthirsty bandits was a necessity, but if he'd have saved just a little bit of energy to project a field around himself, take the edge off of the dropping temperature, the journey could've been a lot easier. But hey, he'd been on the road for a long time now, and getting on to Sanctuary would be possible from Overlook, which was already clear in his vision. Stopping for a second, taking a deep breath, and focusing on Overlook, his form flickered before turning to a black smoke. It may have scared the residents of overlook when the very same smoke appeared, as little as it may be, before clearing no more than a second later to reveal him on his hands and knees, panting like a skag left in the heat.

'Hey, Hammerlock!' Gaige shouted from her stool across the bar. 'Hurry up and give us the news, or I'm gonna have to ditch!'.
'Calm down, ma'am. I hate to repeat myself, as you all well know, and as much respect as I have for all of you, even before the felling of that violent fearmonger, it makes the situation quite a measure easier if we waited for your last companion to arrive. Speak of the devil...'
Zer0 calmly walked in, his recent favourite hung from his back, its scope resting against his shoulder blade with the giant letters spelling out 'Maliwan' emblazoned on its side in its signature font. Without a word, he slid around and onto his stool, between Axton and Salvador, the latter of whom was always forced to the end during any meeting that involved even the slightest formality.
'Oh good, you're group is complete, at last!'. Perhaps this was Hammerlock's take on sarcasm. 'Or not, as the case may be. I have received word of new addition to your vault-hunting ranks, he should be here shortly, though it has taken a while. It seems he is the only person alive on Pandora who would rather walk'.

'Rather..walk?' asked Zer0. Even with the synthesiser in his helmet making only the most extreme of shifts in his tone apparent, his interest was obvious. This was a complete change from the cool, collected assassin everyone had come to know, and their stares drilled into the back of his head, which had turned to face Hammerlock. 'I don't suppose his name is J...'
'Jack' completed Hammerlock. This earned a glare from everyone, though he couldn't quite handle it in the oblivious way that Zer0 had.

'Not that Jack, I can assure you of that. In fact, i'm pretty sure he had as much reason for hating Handsome Jack as you do.'
'Oh, is that so? He murdered Roland, Bloodwing, near-tortured his own daughter, and held me captive. Even tried to force me into killing you guys!' Lilith almost shouted, slamming her palms into the table. 'How, Hammerlock, could he possibly hate him as much as we do?'
Hammerlock opened his mouth to reply, but was beaten to it by Zer0.
'He was captured by Hyperion, along with his family. They experimented on him, trying to create a perfect weapon. He was the only one who stayed together during the experiments, the other children around him succumbing to the power and dying almost instantly. This was all headed by Handsome Jack, without authorisation.'
This, yet again, earned stares from his teammates. Zer0 never spoke this much. And even when he spoke, it was normally in haiku. This was completely out of character. And how did he know this Jack kid anyway?

'Ahem' Hammerlock coughed politely. 'Zer0 is quite correct. Jack became a vault hunter because upon escaping with his family at the age of 12, they attempted to turn him in to Hyperion in return for immunity from future oppression, and he was forced to kill them. Quite a tragic story, but a vault hunter at 12 is impressive.'
Zer0 shook his head. 'Not a vault hunter. He became an assassin. Worked with him a while'.
Gaige counted off the syllables on her fingers. '5,7,5. Technically a haiku'. She shrugged. 'Though not a very good one. I'm disappointed in you Zer0'.
Lilith sat with an expression hung on her face that came somewhere between a realisation of her own stupidity and rashness, and grief from the memories of the abundance of recent loss. She turned to Moxxi to ask for a drink, but the busty patrons attention was elsewhere.
'Hey Sugar' she greeted the new arrival.
'Hey' came a hoarse reply. The stranger was either too tired to check out Moxxi's figure, or too focused. He leant against the bar and ordered a bottle of rakk ale.
Gaige looked him up and down. He was about six foot, a little taller than herself, despite being two years her junior. His light brown fringe arced from above his right eye down,just covering the about a third of his left eye. His right eyebrow was pierced with a bar,the two balls just visible through the thin strands of much shorter hair playing out in the corner of his face, and his right ear was also pierced with a simple, black, plastic circle. On closer inspection to his head, Gaige noticed his hair was actually a dark brown, but was highlighted with a light blonde, making it all seem a lot lighter.

'Sorry Sugar, but I can't serve to a minor' Moxxi didn't look the slightest bit apologetic, until the stranger slipped 50,000 dollars into her tip jar, barely fitting in even in the $1000 bills. She hesitated. 'Maybe just this once'. Popping open a bottle, she slid it along the bar.
'Cheers' he muttered, downing a third of the bottle in one gulp, before turning. Realisation hit him like a bullet, and his head snapped up. 'Zer0?!'

Zer0 nodded before replying simply 'Hello, Jack'. He stood, walking past his team, and shook his hand. 'It's been a while. You look...unwell'.
'Yeah, but those bloody bandits on the way here look worse'.
'Which ones?' piped up Gaige, glad to have someone younger around, if only slightly. 'Excluding the Slabs, there's still the Bloodshots, the Rippers...hell, there must be 30 or 40 now that Handsome Jacks gone. Though what kind of bandit was afraid of joining a faction when he was around? I mean, come on.' She laughed. 'They have to live with Psychos all the time. If they're brave enough for that, they're brave enough for Jack.'
Jack leant back on his stool, taking a few seconds to count, before shrugging. 'All of them'.