(A/N: God I am so nervous about this. To start this off this is not my first fanfiction by any means it is however the first fanfiction that I've written that someone other than me will see (god willing). This is my thoughts on what borderlands three should be like. But not in terms of mechanics like all the gamming sites are griping about, no this is about the story. This story features six new vault hunters as is tradition. My sister and I made them. Good luck finding out who made what. Now with nothing further in our way. A story of what happens on God's chess board when it's our move. P.s I don't know how to make those lines that separate the author's note from the rest of the story so bear with me here)

Disclaimer: I do not wish to be sued and I don't own anything relevant to Borderlands.

Chapter 1: welcome to the board

So you came for another story? One of adventure, danger, and the occasional laugh or two? Then you have come to the right man, but you have to buy something after alright? Good. But I am at the bottom of my barrel I am sorry but this is the last story to take place on Pandora, and now we begin. It all started many years ago with the tale of two brothers. These brother's names were Aeron and Maximum Sae. They were legends on the battlefield, and when being soldiers didn't pump out enough cash they became mercenaries. They became riddled with greed. To fuel there never ending desire for money they became arms dealers and founded the S&S munition corporation. Gunslingers from all four corners came to buy the brother's guns which could hold more bullets than any others. But these guns did not come from nowhere. Money does more to a man than meets the eye. To make these guns the two brothers dug their fingers into the underworld of the galaxy. Kidnapping, black market children, drug dealing, murder. These were all means used by the two brothers to make a name a name for themselves, to make their fortune. Evil made up every brick of this corporation. I know what else is new right? They went on unhindered until two heroes, a husband and wife uncovered all of their evil doings. The two brothers and anyone who worked under them now faced charges for crimes against humanity. In an attempt to escape S&S issued a full recall and went underground, but not before tying up a few lose ends. As a reward for their noble deeds the two journalists who had exposed S&S were murdered in their own home, leaving their daughter Violette to seek revenge.

Two groups of two, one of men and one of women, both holding radios. Walk down two paths that are quickly converging into one road; the words "I just became a member of a club known as the bumbling fools" echoes in the distance accompanied by the beat of music. On the left path walked the two men. A six foot five inch tall, muscled behemoth wearing an armored chest plate, swords across his back, a cloak missing g its sides (so almost a cloak, but not really), with a red cross in the center and white background, a headband of similar design, an iron cross necklace, short blonde hair ,blue eyes, and scars all up and down his arms. Walking next to him, and holding the radio was a very tanned, sleek man with black hair in a pony tail that went to just below his shoulder blades no shirt leather bands on his wrists and neck with short thin chains hanging from them, denim blue jeans a cigarette in his mouth, a whip at his side, dark black eyes, scars on his back, and wicked grin on his face. Walking on the right path were the two women. A woman about five feet two inches tall wearing a heart stamped t-shirt, torn blue jeans, brown hair, green eyes, boots, a red backpack complete with a shotgun holster. The woman walking beside her held their radio, wore half of a psycho mask, short dirty blond hair, one blue eye showing on the left side of her face, A black leather jacket with brown stripes on the right upper arm, a blue t-shirt underneath with the picture of a fist stamped onto it, two seemingly modified buzz-axes rested on her back, which matched the bonneted ornery law pistol at her side, and blue all-star sneakers.

The two groups met in the middle as the sound coming from their radios synchronized. "Botching the game and the best things in life are the motto and the rules "With a few nods and an exchange of handshakes the four continued down the now singular path. The Dahl transport station lied straight ahead. Four bandit technicals rolled over the hills each carrying six bandits. "But if you can open up your heart and hear me out just for tonight" The bigger man's excalibastard and smaller man's cat'o nine tails rail guns pierce the two of the vehicles rendering them useless" baby I got something to prove to you, gotta show you I can do it right. "The shorter woman pulls out a small wireless controller as two surveyors, a pair of red clawed robotic arms, and a robotic jaguar digistuct into existence and destroys the third vehicle. The woman wearing the half mask drew the buzz-axes off her back and races the last vehicle to a stalemate before jumping into the cab and decapitating the driver then jumping out of the speeding vehicle leaving the passengers still going in circles. "Get out! Don't wanna see you agaaaiiin." The music continues as the shorter man lip-syncs, not noticing when a bandit comes up to him until he decked him in the face pushing him towards another bandit who lands another hit, sending him to a third bandit who point black shoots him in the chest with a shotgun which cut all the way through his shield. He steadies himself in the middle of the triangle and focuses on the pain releasing a circular wave of energy that goes for ten feet encompassing four bandits who all fell over dead immediately afterward.

SMOKEY AS THE SADIST.

"Maybe we can still be friends" the shorter woman sung as she mows down a wave of nomads with her Bane.

Violette as the engineer

"I know that I'm going to screw up in the end" The masked woman mimics the music with axes in hand as she dashes from bandit to bandit each time ending in a decapitation, meeting the eruptions of blood with a crazed grin.

SaPhYRe As ThE mAnIaC

"But that's okay because I'm your average man" sounds the radio as the behemoth of a man lip-syncs. A bandit puts his hand on the behemoth's shoulder. A red aura covers the surface of his skin as the bandit's hand is instantaneously severed at the wrist. The bandit reels back staring at his recently amputated hand before the man grabs his head which is promptly sliced clean through. He rips his swords from their place on his back and charges deeper into battle.

CHURCH AS THE SWORDSMAN

The four look around at their handiwork having reached the re-purposed Hyperion train stop. Just as the trumpet solo at the end of the song is finishing up the Dahl land transport tram arrives and the doors slide open. They exchange another sent of nods and fist bump between Church and Saphyre As the doors closed behind them.

(A/N: There you have it . I'll be responding to comments in future chapters and will be open to suggestions. Some future chapters will be insanely short and in those cases Ill post multiple chapters at one time. Sorry if there's something about my writing that you don't like. See you guys later.)