Author's Note, but only because they seem to be so popular within Borderlands fanfic: I do not own any of the characters or places within this piece.
SPOILER ALERT: This takes place after Borderlands 2 and will spoil, be prepared for it.
Prologue: Anonymous.
The siren sat in the corner of the bar staring across the room at the band of drunken friends filing in. She'd wondered briefly if anyone would recognize her, but shook it off. The cup that sat in front of her radiated heat as the pressure around her pressed inward. She took deep breaths and focused on breaking down the group that she'd known for so long.
Mordecai, who'd lost his bird. He looked happy again, although she believed it was impossible for him to be unhappy while drunk. She'd felt closest to him for some reason, probably because although he was within the group he'd kept his distance. In her head she'd selfishly felt closer to him than any of his other friends. Maybe that was why she'd slipped the egg into his hotel room. It wouldn't hatch Bloodwing, but it was a breed close to her and also extinct on Eden-5. He'd let the tiny bird out on the table, it was chirping happily before him as he slipped a few nuts to it. She'd wondered what he'd decided to name it.
The skinny sniper sat in the corner of the booth in the middle of the brutish ones, Salvador and Brick, who she'd imagined almost cried of happiness upon meeting each other. They were laughing back and forth, holding the large glass pints in their large hands. They'd never tried speaking back to her, they always just complied and threw themselves in harms way. They were so… malleable. Maybe that's why she'd held a special spot in her heart for them.
The assassin was nowhere to be found, but that was within his character. She'd felt most challenged by him; she didn't know why he did most of the things he did for her. The others had some form of obligation, be it money or the people of Pandora. Zer0 had neither.
The sirens were taking the edges, awkwardly sneaking looks across the table at each other. While they were around each other their tattoos glowed a bit brighter than normally; they were just a tad brighter with her sitting in the corner, but she doubted they'd notice. She was sure they'd both picked each others brains after the opening of the second vault. Maya kept sneaking glances in the third siren's corner of the bar, provoking a smile on pale purple lips.
The third siren stood from the far corner of the room and lifted her hood off her shoulders, her short black ponytail fall to her left side. She wrapped the rest of the cloak around her body, she'd be anonymous. Dropping crisp bill on the table she made her way for the door only to be pushed back by a large robot she'd recognized very well. Deathtrap's large chest pushed her back so far she'd slid under a table. Much to her surprise, a lightly armored body came to her aid, pulling her carefully from under the gum-crusted table. Gaige jumped off of the bot's back and over to grab the fragile girl's hand. As the assassin and the mechromancer pulled the third siren from under the table the cloak fell exposing the tattoos on her left arm. At this Lilith and Maya both raised to their feet, too shocked to produce a sound.
Just as the third siren slipped out from under the tabletop the hood fell from over her head. Mordecai rose to his feet and put a light hand on both Brick and Salvador's shoulders, silencing the both of them. They peered in the girl's direction and grew silent as well. Gaige dropped her hand upon seeing her face; Zer0 took a step back and found his hands on his glowing katana.
The only noise was coming from the bar ambiance and the little squawking bird on the table, at least, before Mordecai spoke up, "Angel?"