The town of Arcadia is desolate at the moment since its near noon on Pandora so the locals decided to get a goodnights rest...well, at least rest cause a goodnight on Pandora is impossible unless your in Sanctuary but your not so what now? Huh? What now? Anyway, in the distance is a female figure using some kind of device and scouting the area...

"Chloe? Chloe? Look, we can sort this out..." The figure is Max Caulfield, business girl and worker of Hyperion or at least former. She looks around for the vault hunter. On her right arm is a classic Hyperion prosthetic arm and she has an echo eye on her right. Max is wearing a long sleeved black jacket and black pants.

"I swear, the tracker leads here..." Max looks at the tracker and hears someone walking towards her. She looks up to see a stranger in a gasmask and armed with a conference call shotgun.

"Chloe is that you? Did a leak just happened-" The figure knocks Max out with blood gushing out of her mouth in the process. Soon darkness engulfs Max's view of everything right before blacking out. She wondered how did it come to this? Chloe and her were friends alongside Kate and Juliet...why did it come to this? Soon, Max reopens her eyes to reveal that she is being dragged by the figure and tied up in what appears to be duct tape. She looks at her captor.

"Where...where are you taking me?" Max asks causing him to stop and walk toward her. The stranger wears a Chinese-farmer like hat and has a gas mask and his suit looks pretty stuffy. On the masks face is a glowing optic. He slams the conference call on Max's leg causing her to groan in pain.

"Hey! I was just asking!" She replied.

"I do the talking." He countered right before going back to drag Max again. Silence fills the air once again. The Hyperon worker is already numb to the sight of sand, bandits and the smell of death. But somehow, she was afraid of it still. But that fear is something else. She wondered what happened to Chloe...Chloe probably hates her now after what happened so what's the point? Is she...trying to come forward for once?

"Tell me about the Gortys project." The stranger said thus catching her by surprise.

"Hey pal, Gortys is bad news. But if you want a sweet deal then I can book you a luxury apartment in Eden-" He stops and walks towards Max then aims the shotgun at her.

"Don't start. I'm not a patient person so start talking." The stranger goes back to walking while dragging Max.

"I'm not patient person."

"Right."

Years ago

Overlooking the planet Pandora is Helios, the pride of the Hyperion corporation and manufacturer of weapons alongside other assortment of products you use. But toothpaste and toilet paper isn't important on Pandora, in fact, its rare. There customers are mercenaries, bandits or killers.

I guess it all started with a promotion...see, I'd spent my entire career up at Hyperion.

Inside the window is a picture of Handsome Jack on podium with a bunch of loader buts surrounding him. Walking near the picture is Max who is wearing a blue long sleeve shirt. On her neck is a red tie. Covering the blue shirt is a black vest. Back then, Max had a yellow robotic arm.

So, I suppose that makes me one of the bad guys in this story...

Max looks at Pandora.

And Handsome Jack, he was the baddest guy of'em all...and I wanted to be like him.

To the denizens of Pandora, it was hell. But to Dahl, Maliwan, Hyperon, Torgue, Jakobs, Bandit, and Tediore, it was an insta-bank.

Everyone did.

"I always thought it was cheesy but hey, here we are." Next to Max is Warren Graham, the accountant of Hyperion. She is wearing a white shirt with the torso part covered with a blue vest and has brown pants They hear screaming causing them to turn to see a two midget psycho's on top of a desk and dueling each other as Logan watches them fight.

Which resulted in a company overflowing with assholes

"Animals..." Warren muttered while Logan turns to Max who does the shooting guns gesture at her.

When Handsome Jack died...it somehow got even worse.

Max pretends to get shot but fires back at Logan who gets back to the fight.

It took some time to fit in...

She turns to Warren and shakes her head irritably then uses her hand to make a gun gesture and shoots herself.

But a few stabs in select backs, a new haircut and the help of a couple of friends...I was on my way to get the promotion that was gonna change my life. Scratch that, our lives...for the better. I was a little distract. It was a big day for us. Luckily Warren...was concentrating on the important things.

"What's the first thing your gonna buy? I know what Jefferson's making...I do his payroll." Oh yeah, I forgot the intro.

Warren Graham: Best friend, speaker of Klingon [money guy]

"I...I kind of don't know at the moment. This feels so fast..." Max replied to her friend.

"If you're getting a fraction of what he ears, you'll be rolling in it." Warren chirped at the thought of the things he'll get.

"I think I'll get a gun. Yeah, there's this sniper rifle I've been looking at for a while now, oh man. Its a Dahl, right. Uh, Reaver's edge. And its awesome! You just feel so powerful holding it." They walk towards the door of Mark Jefferson and are about to stop in front of it.

"We're meeting with Dana afterwards to celebrate. She booked us a table."

"Yup. Sounds good." Max replied.

"Look, we had to do a lot of awful stuff to get you to this point. Do I regret some of it? Sure I do. Every night it haunts my dreams, but that doesn't matter now. Cause you made it. You deserve this girl. And don't ever think you don't. And don't ever think about the eridium mine deal we put together."

"Hey, we made it, okay? We're in this together. I'm moving up, we're all moving up. You can be certain of that." She corrected.

"I appreciate that, Max. You know, people around here have short memories when it comes to that stuff."

"You, me, Dana...we're gonna run this place."

"Yes we are." Warren nodded.

"Alright, time to get that Hyperion face on!" He prepped as Max tries to think of something and makes a fake smile.

"Hmm...no, we need some condescending, its a little too friendly right now. Okay, tell you what. Tilt your head back, uh, like if you asked me if there's anything up your nose." Max tilts her head back.

"How's that?" She asks.

"There you go. You don't respect me at all. Perfect." The door slides open to reveal that the desk of Mark Jefferson and his chair turned towards a view of Pandora. On top of the desk is a digital screen.

"Mr...Jefferson?

"Have a seat Max. It'll just be a second. No, I wasn't talking to you. Yes, I'm talking to you now." A voice of a certain rival ordered as Max walks towards the seat and realizing that most of the stuff of Jefferson is gone. Something doesn't feel right at all.

"Yeah, but I don't want it in red, I want in black. Because black is better, look don't concern yourself with why okay, Hayden. Concern yourself how. And just send the car over when its ready." The figure turns the chair around to reveal to be...

"Company car. Didn't even have to ask." He turns the screen over to reveal the car.

Nathan Prescott: Max's nemesis! [Also possible rapist]

Nathan makes a shit-eating grin at Max.

"You look surprise to see me, Max...and if I'm reading the situation right, and I usually am...you're not too happy about it either." Nathan taunted.

"I...like your office, very minimalist." Max complemented.

"Aw, that's cute. You're going to be reporting to me now, Max. And I want you to know the promotion that you worked so hard to get, that's still coming to you." She takes a seat.

"Well, that's a relief, cause I-"

"But this about more than that, Rhys. Its about your future in this company. Look...you wanna know the reason why I'm in that chair...and your not? For the exact same reason why North is North, why the handsome guy always gets the girl, and why every spaceship in the universe looks like a cock. Its destiny, Max...and real, real men...make their own. You can hold a grudge if you like, no harm no foul..." He gets up from his seat and looks at Pandora.

"Your thoughts are your own..." Nathan turns to Max with a generous smile on his face but turns threatening.

"But bad things can happen when you swim against fate." Behind Nathan is the dead body of Jefferson floating in space.

"Sometimes men find themselves standing in the way of other men's destiny...you don't wannabe that girl." Max's eyes turn wide at the sight of it.

"Wow...I could not have timed that better, that really helps dramatically make my point. Which is this. This promotion is gonna take out of the way of other people's destiny, and put you on your own path..." Nathan walks towards Max and presses his hands against his desk.

"And that, my friend, is why I am promoting you to-"The speak pings.

"Hayden, why isn't my new car digi-structed in my office yet?"

"Prescott. It's Frank." The voice addressed herself.

"Oh, Frank. Uh..cool. Listen, I actually have somebody here with me so-"

"Are you buying this vault key or what, cause I-" An opportunity appears. An opportunity that will change this situation right on its back. Nathan turns off the loud speaker.

"How did this happen so quickly? I thought I had time!" He replied to Frank.

"Of course I'm still interested I-Yes, I'm near a computer." Nathan turns the screen around.

"Ten million. Yeah. Its just...that's a lot of money together on short notice. I mean, I'm not trying to be obstinate, but I need time." Nathan walks away from the desk causing Max to activate her echo eye and scans the computer right before activating her code to download and decrypt which is on the projector of her hand. It begins decoding to show that the deal is a vault key then deactivates it.

"Why are you trying to screw me on this?"

"Oh, fine. Just wait there, okay? I can only be down...If its gonna be ten million dollars. I'm gonna need another hour or two. Okay. I'll be there in a bit." Nathan turns to Max.

"Well then just stay there. Its tourist shop, right? Buy a mug or something. Sure, sure, sure. Okay say hi to your mom." He walks towards Max.

"Oh...right. Where was I?"

"We were talking...talking about my promotion."

"Oh...right. Your, uh, promotion." Nathan sits on the desk.

"Jefferson was a fool. He didn't know his place. He needed lesson number 1...humility. But you. I respect you, Max. That's why I'm going to make assistant...vice...janitor." The words hit Max like a knife to the chest. All that hard work, all for nothing.

"What? N-no. No, y-y-you can't." Max begged.

"I'm the boss now, Max. I do whatever I want. Report to sewage scow twenty-three, effective immediately." Max gets up and leaves to the door. Nathan has always been a pain in the ass and now he's a bigger one than ever! The door shuts behind Max as Warren stands in shock.

"No...no, he did NOT just get away with that!" Warren exclaimed.

"He just did..." Max walks away from Warren as he follows her.

"All that hard work and all for nothing! We can't let that prick get away with it!" Warren yelled.

"Well what do you expect? There's blood in the water and everyone wants a piece of the action!" Max and Warren continue walking down the halls as Warren is angry enough at the thought of it. He kicks a trash can in front of them which lands in front of a friend of there's. She has a ponytail, blonde, wears a long sleeve orange shirt and skirt.

"Janitor, Max Caulfield. Please report to trash can 4 cause that is your job now, picking trash with your bare hands."

"That doesn't sound like vice president." The girl said.

Dana Ward: Best friend and lunch leech.

"So what happened?" Dana asks the two as Max tries to come up with words.

"Well that's my job now, I'm a janitor. Nathan gave me it." Max sighed and accepting her position on Hyperion now. She always was submissive on her enemies. She walks away with Dana and Warren on toe.

"Wait, what happened to Jefferson?"

"Nathan shot him out of an airlock."

"Jeez..." Dana sighed in an unsurprised tone. Most people here in Helios are cowards and they would rather kill a guy by an airlock in an area where no one can see them rather than doing it by themselves.

"We can't let that prick get away with that!" Warren yelled.

"Then how do we screw him over? We've run out of resources." Dana asks.

"...We steal his deal..." Max muttered catching the two's attention.

"Deal?"

"Nathan has set up a deal on Pandora for a vault key, if we steal his deal. We can all move up." The girl suggested.

"That's...that's genius! What are those vault keys worth? Like a million or something?" Warren asks.

"Yeah, a million...but where do we get that amount of money?"

"Hold a on a sec." Warren uses his glasses to add up the amount of money in cash to buy the vault key then turns back to Max.

"Done." Max squints at Warren then smiles.

"Nice." She complemented.

"Well that's what you get when your in accounting." Max and Warren walk ahead of Dana.

"While you guys are ripping off Hyperion, I'll be getting some lunch." They turn to her.

"Dana, Dana! Your in requisitions and we might need a pair of wheels down there. Who knows what kind of necrophillic psycho poop train yelling idiot would do to us! Did you hear what happened to Rhys and Vaughn? He almost got fucked up down there and went native, heard he slept with the locals too and that said local is a con artist!"

"You can send in a loader bot in case if things get dicey. I'll buy you lunch when we get back." Max suggested while Dana sighs.

"Fine but your paying."

Pandora.

The sun burns the skins of local of wildlife and some citizens but there used to it already as its always a hot and sunny day in everyone's favorite planet of idiots, evil people, psycho's and murderers. A Pandoran citizen is busy digging for loot next to a billboard with a picture of Rachel Amber welcoming folks and Hyperion employees to Pandora. The citizen spots something in the ground and picks up a large loot chest and lifts up. He gets up from the hole then picks up the chest. Soon he is distracted by an incoming fire from a moonshot cannon nearby causing him to look up to see something crashing. The man is shot in the throat by a bandit who is wielding a sniper rifle then lowers it.

He walks over to the dead citizen and opens the chest...

The unknown round makes a turn towards him and hits the bandit thus killing him instantly. The package slides on the road with the plating taking off to reveal a black, red and gold card with the plate number being N4TH4N. Inside the car is Max and Warren in the passenger seat as the radio plays busy earning from jungle. A rakk flies past the car with Max smiling at it then making a U-turn as Warren looks from the side of the window. The car passes by a skeleton of a large Pandoran creature right before spotting a dead body hanged from a noose that is attached to a billboard reading prosperity junction as Max and Warren spot it. They turn to each other in worried faces then Warren turns to the front...

"Holy crap!"

The car hits a skag causing it stop.

"Holy freaking crap! What was that!?What-what did we even hit? I hope that wasn't like a really ugly person!" Warren panicked and looks outside of the car.

"I...think we killed it, are we murderers now?"

"At...at least it didn't suffer. Poor guy." They continue driving as the skag gets up.