Vladofian Wars
On a small planet, on the outskirts of the civilised company dominated planets, was one man. Petri Vladof always believed that he was being oppressed, constantly shouting out, humiliating himself and getting drunk over his obsession with the "government oppressors." For a while, these claims were unreasonable, the government was good. Sakov and his men were keeping crime low, employment high and economy steaming ahead. But Sakov had a large weigh on his shoulders; a new government was forming, threatening to make things better than they could actually ever be. The people hastily elected the new government, never questioning how the plan of making a "paradise planet" would ever be achieved. Needless to say, soon after Hyperion was voted into power, Petri got his chance.
Petri rose from the hellish sweat shop he was in, mass chrome plating weapons for "V.I.P" customers, creating an army of people loyally following him to destroy the cheating outsider government. The battle on the ground was being lost. The battle on the sea ended before it started. Airspace inside the planet's atmosphere was completely secured. The Vladofians had but one choice, they would have to fight Hyperion in outer space around their planet, in order to liberate it for the sky, then the land, then the sea. And so, the birth of the Vladofian fleet was witnessed taking off and soaring into space by Hyperion and rebels alike. For a time, it seemed the Rebels had a chance, but they needed more supplies. Ammo. Food. Water, oh how badly they needed water. So Petri made his final decision.
The Vladof name from this point on meant more to the universe than just the Leader of that resistance. It meant more than just father, husband, brother, friend or cousin. From that day forth, Vladof meant Corporation.
In order to defeat the Hyperion dictators, Vladof would have to adopt their methods. Mass production, unfair prices, shields, guns, grenade mods and class mods alike were distributed carrying the Vladof creed. "You don't need to be a better shot; you just need to shoot more bullets." And just like that, the craze began.
Vladof guns became bad-ass, and only the most wealthy, most attractive, and the strongest people wielded the epic gold rarity Vladof weapons. To buy a Vladof gun, was to state that you cared for the revolutionaries, could handle the recoil, and still you were buying something badass to show it. The fleet became wealthy and arms, supplies and materials were in high abundance.
This brings us to now, where Vladof has everything, except for trained, dangerous, murderous mercenaries to finish off what was left of the occupying forces. Hell, after Handsome Jack died some troops even started evacuating. The Hyperion troops became scared. And now, for our heroes to meet Petri's successor, and receive their first task.
I cannot wait.