Hey all you cool peeps out there. I got a few things to say before you plunge into the monstrosity know as my OC within the Borderlands Universe. I'm not the most experienced writer so I will admit this story is like watching a shitty movie for fun. I hope you can find some joy in reading this and if you have something to say, be it a comment or an idea, let me know. Also…I'm very awkward with starting stories. Just a heads up.

Jordan sighed. "What a pain" she mumbled under her breath.

She rested upon a pile of dead psychos as she scanned the terrain to see if anyone wanted to drop by and try to kill her for the third time this morning. As per usual she had to go out scavenging Pandora for at least a week's worth of food and grab anything else that could be useful to her. When push comes to shove bullets were handy if you didn't want to be a part of a meat bicycle. Money was handy when you wanted to be civilized and there was always a rare chance of finding soap because some random psycho had some kind of impulsive need to stay clean. The key to finding this rare breed of psycho is looking for raw hands…raw everything really. It's kind of creepy seeing a walking piece of flesh and the only bit of skin left is on their backs. (Oh will you look at this! We're getting off track! It's not like soap is THAT important…ahem.)

Instead of finding food or the godly instance of soap, a bandit car had tried to run her over. When she finally blew up the damn thing it alerted another group of bandits nearby. Long story short, they went out of their way to try and kill her without considering the following. Jordan had guns, a long history of violence, and a carnivorous pet. Now she lounged on the freshly murdered and counted what ammo she had left. All she really wanted was a simple day of fishing but if someone wanted a bullet to the face so badly she wasn't going to say no.

She would have to settle with finding food another way today.

Brooding over her luck, or the lack of, she felt something nudge her leg. Looking down, a stalker was purring and pawing at her foot with its single claw.

"Hey Mufasa, didn't mean to ignore you." Jordan leaned down and reached for an arm. With one pull it ripped off from its owner. The stalker perked up instantly and jumped back. "Who's a good stalker? You are! Clearly you deserve a treat for killing those mean bandits!"

She threw the limb and without hesitation her pet snatched it out of the air. Hearing flesh rip and chunks of meat being swallowed loudly made her nose scrunch up in momentary disgust, but hey Mufasa is still young and still growing.

Jordan got up from her throne of bodies and pat Mufasa's head. "You can have as much as you want." She said. Mufasa replied with a growl of approval as she walked a little ways from her companion. "Well…might as well loot the bodies and see if there's a camp nearby."

The Southern Shelf was probably Jordan's favorite place on Pandora to live. Well the artic regions of Pandora were honestly the only areas she bothered to explore. Less than 2 months ago she landed on this planet to start a new life and quite frankly living the civilized life was getting dull anyway. The advertisement of becoming a vault hunter was an interesting offer but anyone could see a mile away that the promise of wealth offered by helping Handsome Jack was a lie. Then again if being a vault hunter was someone's dream who was she to judge, she just hoped the poor sods survived his trap.

Long story short Jordan was a beast tamer and she was on Pandora looking for a good time (if you can call it that).

Mufasa on the other hand was someone she befriended by chance while learning the rules of Pandorian life. Poor little fella was chased out of his group when another male stalker killed his pack leader, similar to lions trying to start a pride. Stalkers didn't live in the artic but Jordan found Mufasa struggling to survive while being harassed by Bullymongs and Skags. After watching the poor thing sleep in the cold, crying and shivering, she took the time to feed him and give him a spare blanket. She had expected Mufasa to run off after he was well enough to learn how to survive on his own but instead he followed her around and even at one point saved her life. Even though she had the ability to call on the wildlife for help she didn't really bother when she had the loyalty and protection of someone who had her back. Besides, Jordan was afraid if she tamed something within the area that he would kill it out of the fact that living in this icy environment was hell for him alone. Maybe a rakk would be something nice to tame or maybe something more down to earth like a thresher…

Jordan didn't have to go far to see that the bandits nearby had indeed set up camp. Apparently they had the same idea she did because she found two full buckets filled with pink fish. She shamelessly took the fish along with a generous stash of ammo. Now all she had to do was walk back to her nice little ice cave near Liar's Berg. She thought it was better to live outside of the small settlement just because it was always targeted by bandits. When Hammerlock was around they seem to do fine but for the most part it was always a ghost town, Liar's Berg functioned more as a pit stop.

Suddenly Jordan heard a distressed screech from Mufasa and dropped the buckets to run back to her friend. Granted he wasn't far but seeing the stalker being shot at made that short distance stretch before her eyes. She saw a group of four slowly walking towards Mufasa eating spot. He hissed and went invisible knowing that he depended on Jordan to survive.

"Don't shoot! The stalker's with me!" She shouted. Common sense said she should have just pulled out her sniper and shot the people where they stood. For some damn reason the way they carried themselves (and the lack of insane yelling) convinced her to take a chance and try to talk to them.

Knowing they would point their guns at her, she took out her pistol and pointed it back at them as well. Hearing the clicking noise of guns being aimed towards her made a nervous laugh bubble its way out of her throat. Jordan had been through worse cases, four dangerous looking professionals couldn't be any different. Could they? They stared each other down as the strangers slowly made their way to her. They didn't seem crazy… Yet!

She put her hands up and let her pistol hang loosely on her right trigger finger. "Hey… I don't want any trouble. Do you mind talking before shooting me …and my friend?" Jordan said with a smile. Why was she doing this again? Wow today has got to be a special day for her.

Mufasa appeared next to her and several of the guns pointed at the stalker now. She quickly stepped in front of him, blocking their aim. She shut her eyes tight waiting for the inevitable demise she would face because she decided to drop killer instinct for a chance to have a peachy conversation with strangers. Which if you know life on Pandora the survival rate of stupidity was 0%.

"Who are you?" The question was asked by the only female of the group. Opening her eyes, Jordan couldn't help but to think this woman was beautiful. The blue hair, almond shaped eyes, and eccentric tattoos complimented her slim figure. Jordan shook her head. She scowled "Focus! We still don't know if they're friendly"

She cleared her throat. "My name is Jordan Sentry. I…live here…" She placed a hand on Mufasa's head. His body was still tense and his tail was raised, ready to shoot spikes. Jordan clicked her tongue and whispered that everything was alright. The situation would probably go better if the stalker looked more relax rather than ready to pounce. His tail lowered and nervously swayed from side to side instead. "This is Mufasa" she added.

The woman stared at her; the other three men looked at each other with unsure expressions on their faces. (Well except the one with the visor but she assumed he was puzzled as well). Jordan wished she could grip her pistol. This was getting more awkward by the second.

"I'm Maya." Jordan looked back at the woman with a startled expression. "These three are Axton, Salvador, and Zero." She continued, pointing out who was who.

Jordan let out a shaky breath she didn't know she was holding in. "Nice to meet you" she said. She put her pistol away assuming that the worse was over. They lowered their own weapons. Seeing this made her want to melt to the ground and thank the gods. But why look insane now? Even Mufasa looked more presentable then her.

She took a good look at the others. Axton was the one guy who looked like he used to be in the military. He had a strong looking jaw with a rank insignia on his forehead. Comforting... Salvador on the other hand was the meanest looking midget she has ever seen and Zero looked like every little boys (and girls) dream of wanting to become a ninja. Maybe not so comforting now.

"What brings you to the Southern Shelf?" Jordan asked.

This time Axton spoke for the group. "We're trying to find a way to get to sanctuary. We just happen to be doing some side chores on the way. Then we saw that little freak munching. We thought we were gonna be lunch." He said looking at Mufasa suspiciously.

"Well the kid needs to eat and what better way to feed him then the people that tried to kill you." She responded.

"Did she just call that thing kid?" Salvador asked. Axton rolled his eyes and Zero's visor projected three dots in a row.

Maya sighed "Okay. So you're friendly..ish. We aren't here to murder innocent people, if you can call yourself that, but we could use some help. Can you help us find a bandit settlement? We're supposed to kill some guy and his….Bullymong."

Jordan considered the question for a moment. She knew exactly who and what Maya was asking for. Having less bandits around would certainly make life a lot easier for her. Lots of looting potential and scavenging for weeks! This would also shake up her daily routine. What could be the harm of helping?

She shrugged. "Eh, what the hell! It might be fun. Follow me!"