Borderlands 2

~Upon a Star~

Echo Log: 00

"REMEMBER TO BRUSH YOUR F*CKING TEETH, NOTHING IS MORE AWESOME THEN GOOD HYGIENE EXCEPT-"

"Except treating woman with respect, got it Pops." The man said with the corner of his mouth turned up in smile as he sat back in the pilot's chair, staring at the digi-screen showing the face of his father. His father was older, wore a bandana with his long curly brown hair flowing down his back and was built like a professional body builder with a full mustache. He was shirtless, like usual and had on a pair of aviator sunglasses as a single tear slipped down his right cheek.

"I am so proud of you two, going off on a badass adventure of Badassatude." His father said before screaming out. "FATHERLY PRIIIIIIIIIIIIDEEEEEEEE! Meowowowowowowoowowowow!" He finished with an air guitar solo and his son just shook his head slowly, his smile spreading.

"Pops, I think you're more excited about this then we are." He said and his father held up his hand as it formed a rockers salute.

"Of Course I am, you're heading to the most Bad ass place in the universe to recruit the most Bad ass people I have ever met to go on one of the most bad ass adventures I have ever heard of." His father looked at his hand and started counting his fingers. "That's like three times, no like four-F*CK IT THAT'S BAD ASS AS F*CKING SH*T! F*CK MATHAMATICAL SKILLS!"

The man let out a hearty laugh before sitting forward. "Anyways pops, I am going to have to go, we are getting ready to pass through orbit and you know how twitchy the comms get with that."

"Of course, tell Malcolm that I MOTHER F*CKING LOVE HIM!" His father bowed his chest out as he screamed at the top of his lungs. "FATHERLY LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!"

"No worries there pops I will pass it along. I'll see ya back home." And with that he cut the communication with his father and sat back in his seat, eyes peering out at the planet before him. It was a shitty looking place, a globe of mostly brown with a smattering of green and blue. He wondered why anyone would live on such a piece of shit planet but then he thought again. His father liked the place, so it couldn't be that bad.

He pulled up the in ship comms on his Hud and clicked on the option for Malcolm's room. The comm opened a moment later and he was met with a jarringly loud blast of sound that was the sorry excuse for music these days. He looked through the digi-screen to see his brother deep in his work. Malcolm was dressed in a set of old jeans and a grease stained white shirt, a wielders mask covering his face as sparks flew from the piece of metal he was working on. He, like himself, was a broad man if not particularly tall, his shoulders wide and his hips slender. It was perhaps the only trait they shared, next to their eyes.

He didn't bother trying to get his brothers attention with his voice; between the music and the wielding it would be impossible. Instead he reached onto the console of buttons and controls before him and pressed a big red button labeled 'Malcolm'. He didn't flinch as the ear piercing screech transferred over the comm.

His Brother flipped out at the sound, tipping his stool over as his bare feet swung up and become the only visible part of his brother. It took a moment but the music cut as Malcolm's face popped onto the screen, the wielder's mask up and a Smile breaking the handsome face his brother had. Malcolm was definitely the more attractive of them, his face had that innocent look but his eyes, a deep blue like his own, held a mischievous glint and his hair was cut short and blond. "Oh, hey Big Bro, sup?"

"Get up here, the planets in sight and we are about to hit orbit." He said before pausing and as if just remembering added. "Oh, and Pops says to give all his love." Malcolm's face split in a smile like the sun.

"I'll be right up!"

~Malcolm~

Malcolm cut the comm and quickly changed his clothes, dropping the jeans and dirty shirt for a cleaner pair of jeans, black of course; his shirt [spoiler: Its Black]was black, short sleeved and had a Baddassasaurus Rex printed on the back with the words 'EXPLOSIONS!' written in raised letters on the front in a diagonal line across his chest. (Estimated Bad ass Level: OVER NINE THOUSAND! CULTURAL REFERENECE, F*CK YEAH!) He pulled on his socks and steel toe boots before walking over to his work bench and strapping the device he had been working on to his left arm.

It looked like an old metal gauntlet that reached up close to the joint of his elbow, the first two joints of his fingers revealed. The palm of the gauntlet was a digital touch screen interface that buzzed to life as he touched it with a fingertip, lights peppering the underside of the gauntlet and a set of wires slithered out from the base of the gauntlet, sliding up his arm and into his shirt, a bright light quickly shooting through the fabric near his heart with a clicking sound.

"Better." Malcolm said as he flexed his hand, massive spikes digi-structing from his knuckles that flashed a series of different colors and elements. Green for Corrosive, light Blue for electric, Red for Flame, orange for Explosive, Purple for slag, White for Ice, Pink for Poison and Black for everything. He had called the Gauntlet 'F*CK YEAH!' But his brother had told him that was a stupid ass name and dubbed it 'RAINBOWS KILL, F*CK YEAH!'

His Brother rocked.

Malcolm made his way through the ship; it was only built for the two of them specifically but had enough rooms and supplies for at least twenty people. It had been decked out to be completely fucking awesome with Bad ass class Thrusters and designed to look like the creature on the back of his shirt. Their father had really liked the Badassasaurus Rex.

He got to the bridge and walked up behind his brother in the pilot's seat. He looked at the planet before them, his thoughts different from his brothers. He didn't see the barren wastes, the massive deserts, the lack of water and forest. He saw a world for the strong, a place that would forge a person in its barren wastes, or destroy them without care. This place was a place for Bad Asses to live.

"Hell. Yeah." Malcolm said with a small smile, his eyes ablaze. His brother looked up at him, crossing his arms with an eyebrow raised.

"Figures you would like this place." He said.

Malcolm looked down at his brother and gave him a devilish smile. His brother was taller than he was, a bit broader and was the better looking of them with a strong jawline and mature face. Though he seemed to have a scowl on his face permanently that made people usually avoid him, though that was in actuality, just his face. His deep blue eyes were sharp and piercing and he had a trimmed beard following his jawline with shoulder length, wavy, strawberry blond hair. He had a pair of square shaped, black glasses perched on his nose.

He wore a simple pair of blue jeans, black converses (Vintage mind you, Estimated price: 2.6 million. F*CK YEAH, SENSELESS SPENDING FOR FASHION!) A Black shirt and a Dark blue Duster jacket cut to his knees with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and held there by his large forearms. His brother was built like their father, his muscles well defined and solid. He had a pair of tactical black gloves on and his right arm was covered in a large tattoo.

It ran up and down his arm, it was a large piece that resembled old Tribal markings they had seen back on their home world in old vids of the distant past. Hard edges, sharp, jagged points that formed a beautiful pattern on his arm colored a deep blue. It continued up to his finger tips and flowed over to the underside of his hand, tracing back down to reconnect to the piece on the bottom of his arm forming a single, complete work that had no ending or beginning.

His Brother rocked.

"Come on Lance, can't tell me that the thought of this place doesn't get your blood pumping!?" Malcolm said as Lance, his brother, looked back at the planet, his face straight and unreadable.

"That is what worries me most." Lance said quietly, Malcolm furrowed his brow in confusion at his brother's words. "Anyways, get into your seat, we will be hitting orbit soon."

Malcolm blinked then nodded before taking a seat in the co-pilots chair. Lance pushed a small button on the bottom side of his arm rest and a set of seat belts shot out and clipped together before tightening around them and locking them to their seats.

"ENTERING THE F*CKING ATMOSPHERE!" A synthesized, female rocker voice said through the comms as the ship began to rattle, and flames broke over the ships nose as the kinetic shields fought against the planets ozone.

~Surface~

Down on the planet's surface a small dog like creature looked up at the small streak that was forming across the sky, its face splitting in two down the middle as it roared before returning to its meal of human flesh. Far to the south of this creature was parked a runner, a single person seated up on the vehicles roof, the guns barrel running over her shoulder as she watched the streak through the scope of her rifle. "What do we have here?" The woman said to herself as she lowered the gun, her golden eyes unblinking as the Streak grew larger, closer.

In just a few moments she could clearly see the ship as it streaked towards her, another moment and it would pass right over her and she blinked as she realized it was shaped like-"A Dinosaur?" the woman said as the ship shot over her. Another moment passed as she turned to watch the ship, her gaze never wavering until three other, smaller streaks shot over her. She furrowed her brow as she realized they were anti-air missiles.

~Lance~

Lance blinked as they grew closer to the ground, shaking his head. He had thought that for a quick moment he had seen something on the ground, a vehicle perhaps but he let it go, after all what did one vehicle matter? He looked up at the digi screen when the alarm started blaring and the computer shouted out. "YOU GOT SOME F*CKING MISSLES LOCKED ONTO YOUR ASS!"

"Shit!" Lance said as he flipped the auto pilot off, pulling the ship up from its descent as he fired the counter measures, a set of bright flares flying out from the stern and firing of towards the missiles, the first missile blew past the counter measures but the last two locked onto the flares and smashed into them, a massive explosion forming from each and as they exploded the words "EXPLOSIONS!" and "AWESOME!" formed in the resulting explosions.

Malcolm closed his eyes, unworried as his brother piloted the ship. This hadn't been the first time they had been in a situation like this and his brother was an expert pilot. Lance was taking the ship through a series of maneuvers through a canyon that he had flown into, the ship was big and slow compared to the missile that was quickly catching up to them so their only chance to get away from it was too out maneuver it.

He pulled the ship directly up, hitting the after burners to get a boost of speed that shot them up past the clouds and got some room between them and the missile and as they reached to upper atmosphere he cut the after burners and watched the digi screen as it read out how close the missile was.

"FIVE HUNDRED METERS, FOUR FIFTY, THREE SEVENTY, TWO HUNDRED, ONE HUNDRED, F*CK ITS ON TOP OF YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Lance activated the bottom thrusters and the ship was shot out of the missiles flight path, Lance caught a quick look at the missile as it passed by three feet from the cock pit. It was a long, red missile that had the design of a naked woman wearing a strange white mask straddling the words BANDIT on the side. Lance cut the engines and the ship began falling back towards the planet as the synthesized female voice let out a "LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! THAT WAS F*CKING BAD ASS!"

Malcolm nodded as the ships nose pointed back at the ground that was getting rapidly closer. "Damn good on brother." Lance gave him a thumb up as he fed power back to the main thrusters, pulling the ship up gently to level off a good thousand feet over the ground.

Lance raised a brow as the computer called out. "YOU GOT A MOTHERF*CKING CALL ON LINE BAD ASS!" Malcolm frowned as Lance opened the comm channel.

"Hello?" He said as the face of a striking woman appeared on the digi screen.

She had The strangest eyes he had ever seen, they were a Golden color that looked like they could pierce through rock. She had sharp features and pale white skin, he also noticed the beginning of a blue tattoo running down from the middle of left side of her neck, the right side having a fur covered collar rising up.. Her hair was odd, starting red but growing slowly white the farther down it went and her bangs were swept out to the right side of her face, forming spike like protrusions.

"Stop, you're flying into an ambush!" She said suddenly, Lance blinking as his mind processed the words.

~Woman~

The Woman had been following the event as best as she could, her runner at maximum speed as she sent a hail to the ship via her comms. While she had been impressed with the maneuvering of the large ship she had seen something they hadn't in their efforts. A massive group of bandits had gathered in the Arid Badlands and they were heading right for it.

She bit her lip as she waited for the comm to open, the words "Stop, you're flying into an Ambush!" already leaving her mouth as a man's face appeared. His deep blue eyes seemed to pierce her as his face was set in a scowl and his brows furrowed.

"What?" He said as another voice called out.

"Lance, Port side!"

The man turned to look and his face light up in surprise as he muttered. "Fuck'en hell!"

Her Runner topped over a sand hill, catching air as she looked out over the land. A Line of bandit Technical's stretched out as far as she could see each filled to the brim with bandits, many of them holding Rocket launchers. Some of the Technical's had anti-air missile rocket pods attached to them that were slowly following the ship as it fly through the air. She gritted her teeth as the runner landed heavy in the sand.

She watched as hundreds of streaks fired from the bandit line and over the comm she heard Lance, she presumed to be the pilot, call out. "Arm all Counter measures, divert all energy to thrusters and Shields!" She saw the thrusters flare, twenty, maybe thirty flares shoot out from the bottom of the ship, a transparent blue film forming over the ship as the shields powered up but she knew it wouldn't help. The sheer number of rockets flying at them would just over whelm the shields before the thrusters could get them out of the way.

The flares did their jobs, catching a good number of the rockets and she watched as words formed in the flares aftermath but it didn't help much. The remaining rockets slammed into the shield, sending out cascades of flame and wreckage as the shields struggled to stay up. But finally, the shields took as much as they could and she winced as the Ships shields exploded in an electrical burst before the remaining rockets slammed into the ship, engulfing it in fire and debris.

She looked back at the digi screen to see Lance's face set in a determined grimace as he was rocked about in the cockpit before the feed was cut. She looked back at the ship as it cleared the cloud of smoke, spiraling down in a controlled crash, smoke billowing out of the ships thrusters as half of its hull was torn apart. She gritted her teeth even harder as she saw the line of bandit technical's start moving, all in the same direction of the crashing ship.

The woman pressed the device that was settled in her ear and a voice rung through. "Yeah Chica?"

It was a somewhat husky voice that belonged to a man she knew very well. "Mordicai, get the team, The Gasstraps have brought down a transporter in The Dusts."

~Lance~

Lance groaned as he stirred from his impromptu nap, opening his eyes slowly to the busted wires hanging from the ceiling and the shattered glass of the cockpit. He tried to sit forward but something stopped him, he looked down through half open eyes and noticed the seat straps holding him still. "Ah shit, right." He fumbled with the bottom of his arm rest and hit the button that released the straps.

He heard a thump behind him and looked back to see his brother slumped on the ground. "Malcolm?" no response. Lance pushed himself up, touching his head as it pounded, seeing blood on his fingertips as he made his way to his brother. He knelt down and turned his brother over. "Malcolm?!"

He was met by his brothers sleeping face, mouth open with a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. "Nother five minutes mommy…" Malcolm mumbled and Lance shook his head before giving his brother a light smack to the face.

Malcolm sputtered awake and attempted to sit up instantly, slamming his head against Lance's and eliciting a groan from them both. "Damnit Malcolm, watch that shit."

Malcolm said at the same time. "Damnit Lance, watch that shit!"

The brothers stopped and stared at each other before a smile broke over their faces. Lance stood up and helped his brother up before saying. "Come on, need to get to the armory, hopefully it's still intact."

They both looked back up at the ceiling as the Synthesized Femal voice called out. "Welcome to PANDORA, HOME OF THE UNIVERSES MOST BAD ASS, BAD ASSES!"

Malcolm rested a hand on his hip as he said. "Well, they sure know how to give a welcome party huh?"

Lance let a small, cruel smile spread on his face as he made his way through the wrecked ship. "Yeah, now let's return the favor." The smile became reflected on Malcolm's face as he followed, flexing his left hand and causing the spikes of his gauntlet to digistruct.

"Hell. Yeah."

End

So yeah, this is the first chapter, I have been playing Borderlands a lot lately and it just kinda popped up in my head, 'Hey, why not go in there and fuck shit up in my own special way?' and thus Lance and Malcolm were born. I would love Feed Back, ideas for possible things I could do, new crazy characters I can bring in to shoot- I mean treat with respect. Then shoot. I would love to know what anyone thinks about my story so don't be afraid to review. -TheXWheel-