-CHAPTER 1 PREVIEW-
Maya wakes up in utter confusion. Convinced that she works for Hyperion, she gets sent to an Eridium Mine to get everything running smoothly again.
"Get up!" a vaguely familiar voice snapped in frustration, and I open my eyes to find myself laying in a bed. What the hell? Where am I? Looking up at the ceiling I see looking back at me pale skinned woman in a yellow and black top with blue and grey pants, a light tattoo running up the length of her exposed left arm and disappearing under her clothing, and vibrant teal hair parted on both sides that matches the color of her lips. Looking around the rest of the room, I saw her everywhere, repeating infinitely all around me. It took me longer than I'd like to admit to realize that I was in a room surrounded on each side by mirrors and I was the only one inside. How could I not recognize myself? Who am I? Telling by the tattoo on my arm, clearly I am a Siren, but WHO am I? Adjusting myself on the bed until I was sitting up with my hands held firmly on either side of me, holding myself steady as I slouch forward slightly looking down at the countless amount of me staring back.
At this time the sound of a door sliding open bounces off the walls just like the light. I looked up from the floor to see a man standing in front of me with a clip board. He was wearing a bluish grey suit with the sleeves pulled back and the cuffs of a shirt under popped back, underneath that was his light brown vest, and under that a white shirt with the collar extending out over the suit, and underneath that, a simple yellow shirt, he had slick black hair combed back over his head, and what seemed like some sort of pocket watch over the left side of his chest. He was an overall good looking guy, I guess. But then I saw it. His face, or rather his mask? Well whatever it is isn't natural. Then, he spoke. "Finally you're up! You sleep like a fuckin' brick! I tried to wake you at least five times over the intercom before I decided to yell." He said and tossed the clipboard onto my lap. "I'm guessing you're having a little trouble with memory right now. Read that, it a little information on you. On an unrelated topic, I fuckin' love this room, don't you?" I took the clipboard in my hands, eager to get some answers as to what's going on.
Name: Maya
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Notable: Siren
Occupation: Hyperion operative
**Was found unconscious with six other Hyperion personnel after a raid on a bandit stronghold went wrong. Presumably knocked out by an explosion from a nearby gas tank, or a bad grenade throw by that incompetent Pvt. Tomson**
Well, it's not much, but it's something. When I looked up he had on a slight smile and extended his hand out toward me. "They call me Handsome Jack, but you may call me Handsome Jack." I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up so that I was on my feet, but still a couple inches below eye level. "Good to have you back, Maya." He said and turned around to head towards the door. "Come on. We have to get you ready to get those bandits back." I followed him out of the mirrored cell and into a very nice non-reflective hallway.
We walked and walked and walked. Passing countless doors in the hallway leading off to I don't know. Every so often we'd make a turn to head down another hallway, one time we even took an elevator. It was tedious, but I still felt good knowing a bit more about myself. I am a soldier in the Hyperion army. "I don't remember it being such a far trip to the command center." Handsome Jack said.
"Woe is me." I said in a mocking tone to which he responded with a simple grumble. A couple minutes later, and we were finally there. I swear he broke at least a light sweat. A holographic display of Pandora glowed orange in the middle of the room. There were other things there, but this is what caught my eye.
Both of us walked up to map and Handsome Jack waved his fingers around in a motion which I could only see out of the corner of my eye, the display had my complete attention. "Like it? This thing never gets old." He said and the planet began to shift. Turning slightly and zooming in on one area. "This is Eridium Blight. I have a mining operation down there and I pay bandits to run it. Problem is they are taking all the Eridium because they want more money per pound. You're going to go down there and crack some skulls."
I turned my attention toward him, a little confused. "I thought you said I was getting ready to attack a bandit stronghold?"
"And you will." He responded immediately, sounding very reassuring. "But first you have to get back in fighting shape. You've been out a little while." I just stood there, looking at him for a few seconds longer before turning my attention back to the mystical map in front of me. That was the end of that conversation.