TheOne last gig. That was all it was supposed to be. Just one final job doing what the two of you did best and you and Vector would off this godforsaken rock of insanity and death and to the space beyond. Just hijack the vehicle, intimidate the victims of their cash, dump them in the Skag pit and board the next ship to see the stars and the galaxy in which they inhabited. That was it, that was all you had to do. Simple and to the point, like always.

So why did it end so disastrously?

First of all, the vehicle coming towards the both of you was supposed to be a bus. A grand, old, beat up piece of metal easy to take control of. The people inhabiting that bus were supposed to be fat, rich tourists, unable to run and fight back. Those tourists were supposed to be loaded with cash and void of any single piece of weaponry, a simple easy job.

Instead, the bus was in fact a clutch of buggies. The tourists were actually party of loader bots. Big, yellow, menacing clunkers, outfitted for practically war and not a single hint of money present in the presence of these dumb, metal guards.

Oh yeah, and not to mention Handsome Jack at the head wheel crying out like a psycho bandit(which was oddly fitting considering his own insane personality) as if he belonged here, despite this being entirely not the kind of environment you'd find the dictator of Hyperion in.

"Goddammit Vec, where are the tourists? Where is the moderately armed but easy overtake-able bus? Where's the cash!? Show me the cash and how we could possibly get it here!"
The male beside you scrambled for the answers of the questions you whacked him with, also disbelieved at the sight before him. With drastically lowered brows, the brunet fiddled with the Echo device in his hand, once again scanning the info on the screen the contact had provided you with after an evening of prying.

Vector shook his head and smacked his cheek. "Mussle must have given me bad info." He growled, eyes flickering between the screen and the oncoming party of guns. "That sleazy ball of Rakk shit, I knew I should have left the persuasion to you. They always do the wrong whenever I take control."

"Every single damn time, this happens." You sigh greatly between clenched teeth. "Do you not see a pattern here? Whenever I leave the persuasion to you this happens." You gesture at the sand billowing in your direction from the war party coming on a crash course. "You think it might be a time for change, here?"

"I know, I know, I messed up, I'm sorry! But we can't just sit and argue about that here, you can bite my head off in the later hate sex, right now we gotta figure out a plan to deal with all this."

"Deal with all this? Vec, we've gotta fuckin' run! No question about it, those loader bots are top model, that securty is heavily armed and that's Handsome goddamn Jack at the helm! The hate sex can't happen unless we're alive, you know!"

Vector shook his head again, turning towards you. "But what if we can? I mean sure, we're prepared for a bus of unsuspecting tourists, but instead we've got an unsuspecting Jack." He cocked a brow with a considering face, and you almost lifted a finger to stop the train of thought he seemed to be grabbing onto."Whatever we would make with the rich bastards we can make threefold with him. He's like the king of the rich bastards! He's probably got an Echo with him that'll give us straight access to his dough. And if not, just imagine what we could make just ransoming him off!"

You had to make a face before shaking your head back at him. "I don't think we can do that, Vec. That's a group of guns and warfare coming at us and we're just a couple grenades and three pistols and one automatic. I don't think we can do it."

"No but we totally can," The male said, a smile growing over his rugged features as his hand clamped over either sides of your arms. You hated when he got ideas like this, but they were usually genius and you'd yet to say no. "We've taken down worse, don't you see? Remember the party of psychos? The lake village of minis? That valley of Varkids? From all that experience, Jack and these bots should be a breeze! Just imagine, we take this guy down and there won't be a need for hate sex cuz we're too busy with excited sex while we roll around in our endless cash on that ship out of here."

He had a point there. If you pulled this off, the two of you would be set for life, even more so than you had originally planned with the fat tourists. And you had to admit it was a very, very tempting thought. Almost too much so to say no.

And yet, you had to wonder; what exactly was Handsome Jack, CEO of the multi-billion dollar corporation Hyperion, doing down in the dumps of Pandora instead of living the lavish lifestyle up at the space station Helios?

Releasing a deep sigh you shrugged his hands off your arms and gave a reluctant nod. "Fine, we'll continue with this new plan. But-" You threw up a finger in warning. "-As soon as things get dicey, we're off, got it?"

"Roger," Vector agreed with a toothy grin, and swooped down to catch you into a brief, heated kiss. "I promise you," He said as he quickly retreated. "we are going to get through this like a breeze and spend the rest of our lived getting fat from alcohol and working off the weight with all the sex we're going to have."

You rolled your eyes and leaned further into the outcropping of sandstone as the moment to strike against the approaching party neared. "Yeah, right, as if we don't have enough of it as is."

"No such thing as too much sex," The male beside you stated, peering at the target through a bronzed, collapsible telescope. "As long as the spirit is willing, the flesh will remain intact."

You snorted, pulling a dusty, navy scarf over your mouth and a pair of goggles over your eyes. "I don't think that's how the quote goes." You almost decided to forgo your stiff brim hat but decided against it. The thing was old but your lucky charm, proven useful before and would have no use just sitting in silence while you fought for your future. In all likeliness it would be a part of that future.

"Doesn't matter. The old one didn't apply to our situation." The male beside you quipped, tying his own scarf over his mouth but using a pair of shades in places of goggles.

Behind your goggles you rolled your eyes. "Whatever, Vec. When do I gotta do the thing."

"Precisely 14 seconds." He replied, all the banter from earlier dispersing into the appropriate demeanor for the shit the two of you were about to pull. "You got the contact grenade?"

You nodded, pulling the said explosive from your pouch and bouncing it in your hand once. "Right here, ready to go."

"You remember where to throw it, right?"

You scoff. "No, cuz I've totally forgotten all the rehearsing we've done for this gig."

"Just making sure. Okay, ready? 4.. 3.. 2.. now!"

With a heave the grenade went flying. As soon as it left your grip your hands shot down to where you pulled out two identical, silver pistols from their sheathes strapped around your thighs, and emerged from the outcropping just as you heard an explosion. You and Vector were down the hill and shooting left and right almost instantly, back to back and in sync.

The both of you were so used to doing this sort of thing. Despite the inhibition held for this particular hustle, you were at no loss on how to fight and shoot a gun. Grenades flew, bullets whistled, robotic voices echoed down the small canyon and you and Vector seemed to be winning.

However, even though it felt like you had the upper hand, as you shot the beady, red eyes of two loader bots simultaneously, you felt a distinct nagging at the back of your head. The nagging you hated to hear because it was always right, no matter the situation, no matter the circumstance. A mysterious intuition you could never explain, but 99.99% reliable most of the time.

But instead of listening to it like you should have been, you only pushed the voice down into the depths of your mind, drowning it with bullets and another more excited voice that was listing out the possibilities of benefits should this mission of yours turn out victorious on your end. You we're already too deep into its commitment to let yourself be distracted by petty doubts.

"Vec, on your right!" You called through your scarf, immediately sensing the man only several feet away from you turn and unleash his automatic on the poor soul that dared get in the way of your future.

However, what you had failed to notice that Handsome Jack was, in fact, the poor soul that stood to Vec's right. And once you noticed him, only then noticed that the bullets shot from your partner's gun we're doing nothing to him. In place of the holes that should have been in his jacket were the distinct, glitchy blocks of a disturbed digistructed body.

Behind your goggles your eyes widened in horror and realization as Jack's body fell down and disappeared, leaving the bloody mass of an entirely different being to be viewed upon by the two horrified hustlers.

In that moment the smoke seemed to clear a laughter, accompanied by clapping, filled that little canyon.

"Ahahaaha, loader bots restrain them."

In your moment of weakness, you and Vector had almost entirely forgotten the battle, and in a second found yourselves at the mercy of the bots, void of your weapons as well as the hopes you had for this mission. You struggled, you kicked and yelled and punched, but metal was stronger than flesh and you and Vector no longer had that upper hand you thought you did.

I should have listened to the voice I should have listened to the voice I should have listened to the voice, you chanted in your head, angrily and almost desperately as if there was a chance you could resolved the situation. But it was far too late for that, and you were never one for prayer.

"I have to admit, you two," Came the same voice that obviously belonged to the real Jack, a moving image on the screen projected by one of the bots. "You pulled some ballsy shit back there. Not smart, no, that was actually quite a dumb thing to do, but ballsy nonetheless." The amused male said with a shake of his head and another laugh. "And, of course, you failed, cuz, you know, you're idiots, but hey, I don't judge. I mean, just look at you, you've sorely lost- well, whatever this was supposed to be. Was there an actual plan here or did you just jump in and hope for the best?"

In an attempt to get the two of you to speak, the male instructed the bots to remove your facial gear, and off came the scarves, eye wear and even your hat. Some black hairs fell over your eyes as you only frowned deeply at the screen projected in front of you. "Nothing you deserve hearing about," you spat, seeing a jerk from Vector from the corner of your eye.

"Ooh, feisty." Jack stated with a bite of his lip as he leaned towards the screen to peer at her. "I like feisty."

You saw Vector jerk again. "Fuck off, mate."

Jack only lifted a brow and pursed his lips at the other male, observing him. "Nah, sorry man, don't like that kind. Not into you. Anyways," He then said, leaning away from the screen and placing his hands on his hips. "Now what do I do with my two new prisoners? Hmm, should I have you guys burned? Thrown into the famous Skag pit? Give you to the bandits? Decisions, decision."

As the male tapped a finger against the metal goatee of his mask, Vector struggled again and managed to jerk free of an apparently incompetent loader bot, and took a hidden pistol to shook the eye of the bot that held you. Jack only raised a brow as you swept away from the bot and slipped a knife from your sleeve.

"Interesting couple. No wonder the two of you thought it was a good idea to take on a party of bots and a fake me." Despite his words the dictator only laughed at them. "But whatever," He said, calming and shrugged. "Do what you like, it's pointless anyways. You'll never win. Bots, kill him and bring her to Helios."

A look of horror fell over your eyes as you reeled from the command, preparing yourself for battle. When the screen flickered off, the remaining bots had already surrounded them and two shots from different guns rang through the air.