Hello~ Just a few quick notes before you read this;
Might add a few M rated chapters here and there. Don't worry, I'll warn you at the top.
This is just going to be a few short stories, somehow connected but not really.
If you see any grammar/spelling mistakes that aren't obviously intentional, please tell me. :3
Please enjoy~
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Borderlands or Borderlands 2. All rights belong to all the wonderful people who had it in their minds to create these wonderful games.
Silence can be best/Peaceful or unsettling/Words are not traded.
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The silence was starting to eat at her, plaguing her and daring her to open her mouth and say something, anything.
Gaige tapped her feet on the ground, eyes on the wall opposite to her though she couldn't help but glance at the four others that were in the train car with her every once in a while. A beautiful blue haired girl siren-like in appearance, be it fake or not, sat to her right a few feet. Her hair was cut in a short bob, a translucent blue that matched her steely eyes.
She bore blue tattoos and that was about all Gaige knew of sirens other than the obvious power to "kill people with their brains" power that the group of girls was legendary for having. Since they hadn't been in a battle together before, Gaige couldn't know if she had those or not. She was almost ghostly pale, lips painted blue with what Gaige assumed was lipstick and an unnatural, alien beauty that Gaige wished she herself held. She blamed it on still growing, but she knew in reality she would never be that beautiful. She felt a bit deflated at the thought, but ignored it.
The girl wore a yellow, grey, and black single sleeved leotard that went down to a glove, covering her right hand. Her other arm was revealed, showing off her tattoos. Over the leotard, she wore a pair of blue and grey pants held up by a lopsided belt that seemed to barely cling to her hips and stay up. Her shoes were yellow, grey, and black, matching her leotard.
Gaige clenched her mechanical arm's hand, eyes trailing to her next riding companion that sat across from her, a little to the right. He also had dark blue hair, but that was where there the resemblance between the two started and ended. Obviously, he was a guy. He was way shorter and a lot tanner. He had tattoos too, but they were more man made looking than that of the siren's.
His hair was in an almost Mohawk, connecting to a beard on his chin with sideburns. His shirt was ratty and torn, an orange one that slightly concealed the white shirt he wore beneath it. He had suspender like straps on his shoulders that held ammo for the guns he held on his back. His eyes were brown and he had a bandage over his nose, making Gaige wonder if he had broken it. His ears were also pierced asymmetrically.
He was a big burly man, though his shortness made it slightly comical in a way. He wore boots with spurs and a pair of blue jeans held up by a belt with a skull and cross bones on it. As much as Gaige wanted to feel intimidated, she didn't really. Sure, he was a lot bigger than her and one of his biceps was probably bigger than her head, but she wasn't too terribly frightened of him.
The next was, put simply, a soldier. He sat to the left of Gaige a few feet. His brown hair was cut in a military-like, a little longer than how the military issued haircuts. He had an arrow shaped, metal thing over his left eyebrow. He wore a collection of brown and tan clothing with a jacket that's zipper was more to the left than centered. A huge strap slid across his chest, blocking partial view of the zipper.
An ear piece was in his ear and a pair of dog tags along with a ring was hanging from a chin at his neck. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, one shoulder bearing a Dahl Corporation logo. His almost puke green cargo pants were held up with a black belt His shoes were different from one another, one being black and yellow striped armor plating with a steel heel and the other simply being regular colored steel armor plated.
He had a handsome face, but his blue eyes revealed to you that he had seen some shit, a five o'clock shadow covering his cheeks. On his shoulder was a weird mechanical device Gaige felt a small curious pang about, but otherwise she ignored it.
The next person looked like someone that Gaige didn't want to mess with. He sat to the left of the short man, ominous in his seat and tense like a predator preparing to pounce on prey. Like a wild cat locked in a cage, he looked slim and graceful, but dark and dangerous.
He was really skinny and actually a lot taller than her, clad in a black suit with white and grey armor attachments. His entire head was covered in a helmet, face shrouded with a pitch black visor. The only color that covered his body was the red zero that was over his heart on his chest. He had a black belt that he didn't appear to need since he was in a jumpsuit, but it was practical in the fact that it carried a small sheath like thing that looked like it was holding the handle of a katana.
He looked like a literal badass ninja. The strange thing was that he had four fingers on each hand. As if feeling her stare, his head turned toward her and he seemed to meet her gaze beneath his helmet. What scared her was the sudden appearance of a red question mark that appeared as a hologram in front of his helmet.
Gaige immediately looked away, the ever growing awkwardness in the train car stifling. Gaige desperately wanted to speak, to get something out to break the terrible silence, but she remained quiet, mouth closed and eyes down.
All of them were lethal, able to kill- all except for the one person on there that had only killed because of a simple miss calibration on her robot. That person was Gaige herself, a simple Dahl pistol strapped to her thigh. She could barely even use the damn thing, let alone kill anything.
She remained quiet until the robots attacked… Until the explosions happened and until she woke up on a frozen glacier with the rest of them, freezing her nonexistent balls off.
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Silence was a waste/Unsettling, it appeared/Words should be spoken.