AN: I know OCs are often cringy and I'm 21 and married and should be over this phase in my life, but goddamnit. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I'm trying. I hope you enjoy the story anyways. :)
I pulled the scarf in front of my face just in time, before the hot winds of Pandora could blow a shit ton of sand in my mouth. I really should be wearing a full face scarf all the time, but as I said - the winds on Pandora are fucking hot. And I was already half-dying without more sticky clothes.
What was it with bandits never being on time for anything? Every time I made a deal with them they were late for the exchange. It was just ridiculous at this point. As if I had nothing else to do. Well, truth be told, I didn't have anything else to do, really. Not since most people had left Pandora ages ago.
So now I had to do some odd jobs here and there for several bandit gangs. Still better than being enslaved by any of the big corporations in my opinion, no matter how much I despised the bandits. A job was a job and as long as I got paid, I didn't really care where the money came from. So here I was, with a bunch of explosives in my car trunk, waiting to rendezvous with a group of bandits and getting my damn money.
I squinted into the distance, thinking I had heard some sort of noise. I automatically had my hand on my revolver. It wasn't my favorite kind of gun, but it was fairly handy and easy to conceal, especially for meet-ups like this. I normally preferred shotguns and sniper rifles, but well. This and the submachine gun on my other side would have to do.
I saw some figures approaching in the distance. Looked like that was the bandits. I hoped the exchange would go smoothly. I had my car parked a little further away and while I was a decent runner, I was by no means great at it. Then again heading the car close to the bandit camp was a bad idea as well. Hell, my whole life up until that point was a bad idea, but that was a story for another day.
The group of bandits came closer, heavily armored and at a reckless speed of course. I really didn't like bandits, but I couldn't really be picky when it came to making money. Not on Pandora. This planet was a shithole as is. Too bad it was the only place I could afford. But well, I was determined to make the best of it.
I put on a sly smile as the bandit leader approached me slowly with a big grin on his face. God, I really didn't like doing business with them.
"You got the stuff?", he asked. I nodded.
"Three C-Charges, 25 pipe bombs and two large propane bombs with a timer.", I replied and nodded to a bunch of containers leaning against some rocks and covered up with some light-coloured material. Obviously I'd blow them up if they tried to scam me on this, but they didn't know. Their leader nodded to one of his minions to go over and check. The guy weasled over there and took a look under the covers. He probably had no clue what the hell he was doing.
"All there!", he shouted over at the leader. He looked at me with his big, ugly grin again.
"Good girl. Now about your payment…", he said. I still had my hand on my pistol. If they were trying anything I'd have them mowed down within seconds. Or at least I was telling myself that.
That was when I felt something hard hit my head and everything went black.