Authors note: I skipped the original Borderlands; and instead of reading online or basically having any sort of clue about the world, the universe of any of the characters or background, I just jumped in and started playing a version of Gaige. I really adore this world that so does not take itself seriously.
Standard disclaimer: I do not own Borderlands 2, any of it's characters, or any of the other wondrous creations of Gearbox Software and published 2K Games, however I certainly lay claim to misspellings, mistakes, tweaks, spells and characters of my own creation.
"Hey."
It was a female voice. A familiar voice. A safe voice.
Even as Gaige moved her finger off of the safety of her pistol; she realized that she was looking up at a slightly amused expression on Maya's face. A purple spark at the edge of Gaige's vision was oddly reassuring. The siren's right hand had the faintest of violet glows to it, indicating that if Gaige had over-reacted, Maya would have been ready, and she would have made sure no one got hurt.
"Bad dreams again?" The glow around Maya's fingertips faded.
Gaige nodded, and ran her own right hand through the chaos of her newly short but still constantly tangled locks. "That bitch Marcie.." She began, trying for her usual tone of prissy-high-school-geek.
Maya put a hand to the younger girl's shoulder. "Don't think about that now. Get some breakfast. Kreig found ... well I'm not sure what it originally was, but my analyzer says it's not poisonous."
Gaige forced a smile. "He's getting better, then."
"I'm not sure if it's 'he' or 'they', actually."
Gaige opened her mouth, and then thought, really thought about some of the things she'd heard Kreig say...and sort of argue about. Probably best not to have any idea what could have turned a normal person into ... whatever he was.
Maya, sitting in some twisty sort of cross legged pose that she no-doubt learned from the "monks" she occasionally mentioned, turned her head to look left. Well it looked to Gaige like she was looking at the former floor, now wall of the former train car they'd slept in, but it was clear from the way she tensed, that the siren could see.. or maybe perceive.. something more than just a grease and snow marked former floor. "Trouble." Maya rose in one movement, unfolding her long legs like some sort of weird flower, drawing a small handgun as she did so.
"Might want to call your friend." Said the Siren. Then in a much louder voice, she called out. "We have company!"
MEAT PARTS SHALL SPIN WITH THE BLOODIED FUR OF MIGHTY LEAPS! Kreig's enthusiastic bellow was unmistakable. It was followed almost immediately by the thunk of something hard into some sort of flesh. The sounds of growls and shrieks answered him.
Maya stepped from seat arm to back, and leapt up to the top (formerly side) of the train car, and balanced lightly, straddling the sides of a broken window. Holding out her tattooed arm, she whispered a gentle word, and the tattoos glowed slightly.
Well Gaige didn't have to see an attacker to know there was one. More than one. She stood up and raised her mechanized arm. "Murder time!" She called out as she triggered her call signal, and an electronic nanocloud poured forth. DeathTrap grew into existence hovering over the train car for just a moment before jetting off in the direction that Maya had been "looking".