A/N: Now, this is pretty much going to be like the Borderlands 2 story, but with a couple of choice differences. Like the fact that combat is going to be more realistic. Plus, there's going to be some after adventures. Maybe a couple of pairings, but we'll get to that later. If you enjoy this story, review, favorite, and follow. P.S: This will be one of the few times we change POV if we change it at all.
Handsome Jack had his feet propped on his desk while his chair with the dopamine injectors had brought him into a state of artificial calm and happiness. At the very least, he didn't feel like sending anyone down his deathtrap of a trap door. Yet.
He closed his eyes with his face facing up towards the ceiling before he lost himself in thought. He was still wondering how he was going to get rid of those asshats in Sanctuary. They would pay for betraying him. He would make sure of that.
Roland could go down the trap door. The former Lanceman wasn't really worth considerable effort. He was actually somewhat remorseful from what happened, but he still went along with them because he was a coward. And he would be burned, sliced, crushed all at the same time.
Lilith could possibly be... useful. Maybe he'll keep her around for her power and other... reasons. A smile crossed his face at the thought. The collar he designed would be compel her total obedience. While keeping her freedom of speech. Only right she would get. But that's only because it would make her torment all the more fun. Then he remembered Moxxi.
The thought of the woman caused Jack's wide smile to disappear and be replaced with a stony look. She was the one he cared about the most next to Angel and his first wife. And she betrayed him. Oh, she would die nice and slow. Maybe he'll smother her with her own boobs after all is said and done. From the size of them, it's definitely possible. Betrayed so many times... one day he would make the pain go away. And he'd do it by killing all the bandits on Pandora. Maybe he'll get his employees to use them for skin pizzas.
"Jack?" he heard on his private ECHO. Angel was the only one who had direct access to it. Because she was his most effective way to find possible Vault Hunters to kill. No chances were going to be taken this time around.
"Any more candidates today Angel?" Jack asked, standing up out of his chair and looking down on Pandora. One day... one day this planet would cleansed.
"Well, there is one. I've seen him before, but he's never really left the planet he resides at unless it's for a job," Angel explained.
"A threat is a threat. I'm not taking the chance. Who is he?" Jack asked.
"A mercenary living on Hera. Born and raised there, currently taking care of his parents, who are now paraplegics from an accident that happened a few years ago. This mercenary though... has skill unlike anyone I've seen,"Angel said, bringing up the mercenary's file. It gave his appearance and a few of his successful jobs, but that didn't really merit a serious threat. Enough loaders would tear him to bits.
"How so? Because he doesn't seem like anything special," Jack said.
"When Atlas was attempting to build outposts on Hera, they sent a battalion of Crimson Lancemen down to do so. When they tried to claim his parents' land... he took out the entire battalion himself with nothing more than a Dahl shield, pistol, and whatever he could scavenge from his opponent's bodies. He was severely injured after the battle, but somehow he did it," Angel explained. Jack rubbed his chin in thought. He had to admit, that was no easy feat. From what little Lancemen were left, one Lanceman soldier was worth many loaders. A battalion is... he didn't even need to finish the sentence.
"I have to admit, that's impressive. Only those four particular gullible bandits were able to manage to do something like that and he did that himself? He is a threat with that kind of skill," Jack said.
"Wouldn't it make more sense just to recruit him?" Angel suggested. "If he survives your attempt to kill him, you just gave the enemy another ally."
"No. Vault Hunters, assassins, mercenaries are all alike. They can't be trusted. They'll just stab you in the back and twist the blade. And you don't have to worry about me failing sweetie. Trust me, he'll be bits and pieces soon enough," Jack said, already making the necessary preparations for his plan. If all turns out well, he wouldn't even need the Warrior to wipe out Sanctuary. (Ok, now we're getting to my OC)
I approached my house, moving my wrists in circles to crack them before I did the same with my neck and shoulders. This job wasn't particularly difficult, but it took a while to finish. I walked inside and collapsed on the couch next to my dad.
"Another day, another successful assassination," I said casually upon walking in the house.
"Who was the unlucky victim this time?" my dad said, looking from his paper to me.
"Just a thief. Easy to track down, even easier to kill. The pay isn't lacking, thank God, but..."
"You want a challenge," my dad finished. "I was the same way when I was your age. I got a challenge and met my match. The reward? An eternity confined to this chair along with your mother."
"The last challenge I had is when Atlas tried to take our land. I never fought so hard in my life. I nearly died," I said. I traced the X shaped scar on my face and unconsciously flexed my shoulders. I had never been shot so much in my life. I had injected enough med hypos in me to almost warrant an addiction.
"All you had on your side was a pistol and shield. It's a feat that you even won," my dad told me. "I remember when we had to patch you up. You couldn't take on a job for weeks. The Crimson Lancemen are some of the most trained mercs out there and you took out a battalion of them. If that doesn't scream skill, I don't know what does."
I knew he was right. It's just... I had grown to love my job, but when it gets to easy, it gets stale really quickly. I needed something new in my life.
"And now this just in with Hunter Hellquist," the radio said.
"Isn't that the Hyperion radio guy? Why are you listening to him?" I asked with my arms crossed.
"Pandora's having a lot of bandit issues lately, which Hyperion is trying to get under control. Some of the stuff they say is pretty interesting," my dad said.
"If any of the rumors about Pandora are true, you can die within minutes of setting foot on the planet's surface," I said dryly. My dad chuckled.
"Yeah, that's kind of how it works. Hey, there's your challenge. Live on that planet for the rest of your life without anyone killing you," he said.
"No, I think Hera is completely fine. Plus I don't have a shuttle to get us there. Next one isn't coming for a while. I could build one, but it would take forever," I said.
"Robert Morgan, I presume?" an unknown voice suddenly said on the ECHO. I often did things like this so I could accept jobs faster.
"Another client?" I questioned.
"Your best one yet. You are speaking to Hyperion's handsome CEO, Handsome Jack," he said, making me raise an eyebrow.
"What does the CEO of Hyperion want with me? Do you have problems that need solving?" I questioned. My parents looked towards me questioningly, but I waved a hand to ensure them that I had it all under control.
"Yes, and you're just the person to help me with that. Judging from what I'm witnessing, you have the potential to be a Vault Hunter kiddo. And I need those in spades," Jack told me.
"Are you saying there's another Vault?" I questioned.
"We've already found it. But there are certain... problems that prevent us from making sure its opening goes over smoothly. We could use you for that. You'll have the aid of many others like you," Jack told me.
"Hmm. How much are you offering?" I questioned.
"Try to the contents of the Vault," Jack said, and I could just tell he was grinning. "Interested?"
My eyes widened. An opportunity to open the Vault? I thought the Vault was a myth. If it's true, then I wouldn't ever have to pull another job ever again. Plus, I think it would be enough to merit retirement. The contents of a Vault are said to be worth an immeasurable amount of money.
"Very. But... I'll need to do something. What would I need to do if my answer is yes?" I questioned.
"Contact the Hyperion hotline. They'll send a shuttle to Hera. I'm waiting on your answer. Don't disappoint me pumpkin," Jack said before the line went dead.
"I heard something about the Vault and the Hyperion CEO, Jack. What's up?" my dad asked.
"That was Handsome Jack. He's offering me the Vault in exchange for working for him as a Vault Hunter," I told him.
"You told him to do something. What's stopping you from going?" my dad questioned.
"I'm just questioning on whether or not should I go. I don't like leaving you here. I don't trust anyone who's not you, mom, or myself," I said.
"I think you should go. You wanted a challenge? Well, Hyperion is giving you just that. The Vault will ensure you can retire as soon as you open it, you'll actually help bring order to Pandora, and you'll have Hyperion backing you all the while. The first time the Vault opened, Hyperion got rich off of the Eridium in there, and has become one of, if not the most powerful corporation in all of the galaxies. They obviously know about the thing with that Lancemen, recognize your skill, and are looking for you to help them. From what I hear, cleaning up Pandora is a struggle," my dad explained thoroughly.
I crossed my arms and my face morphed into a thoughtful expression. This would probably be an even bigger challenge than the Lancemen if I had to fight a giant Vault monster with mystical powers to do it. But the reward was even greater than the risk.
"Yeah, I'm gonna go for it. You want to tell mom I'm leaving?" I asked.
"No, I think you want to do that yourself. She might process it better if she hears it from you," my dad said.
"You're right. I would. And I was right here the whole time, thank you very much," my mom said from the doorway of my parents' room. "While I do not want to see you go, I was actually expecting you to leave the planet a while ago. Go on and open the Vault. And become as I like to say: A rich bitch," my mom said grinning.
I smiled widely. This is why I liked my mom. She was badass.
"Then looks like I'm heading to Pandora," I said, going to go pack. If I knew that's the last time I would've seen them, I would've never have left.
A/N: Did you like it or hate it? Again, no flames if you didn't just ignore my story. If you do like it, review, favorite and follow. We'll see what happens for the first chapter. Adios everyone.