So this is a new story.
Welcome to my Borderlands Story, featuring NO Spider-Man character for once, I know some people are relived. This is gonna to be my first story that features an OC and is only one fandom. And before we really start the story, quick things about the OC and Story.
1)The OC Name is Ryder.
2)Features Characters from Borderlands the pre-sequel To Tales from the borderlands (Nisha, Jack's double Timothy, and Wilhelm are alive/Fiona and Rhys are in the story too)
3)Instead of a chapter dedicated to backstory, Ryder story will be told through conversations and flashbacks.
And 4) Explosions?
Somewhere on Pandora
Ryder and the other racers were getting ready at the starting line. He could never shy away from a death race and seeing how it was no holds barred, he could use the grappling hook he's been trying to fix for the longest. He got his bike ready for the race when his sponsor for said race was walking towards him. The sponsor being Scooter himself.
"Ready to get this show on the road?" Scooter asked in his southern accent.
Ryder nodded his head and put on his goggles and face mask. "Just make sure you know the actual amount that we're getting paid."
"Of course man, I'm always reliable. I fixed up ya bike didn't I?" Ryder had to admit that Scooter was gifted with mechanical prowess, as his bike started as a frame. Now it's viable to compete in a death race.
"Now don't you worry about the money. You win, you get paid, and we'll go to Moxxi's to celebrate." Scooter walked away as the race began to start. Ryder looked around at the competitors and saw that most of them were either Psychos or Bandits trying to feed whatever habitat they needed. A speaker turned on and a voice emerged from it.
"WELCOME TO THE 15TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE LEGENDARY SPORT, KNOWN AS DEATH RACING. TODAY I'M YOUR ANNOUNCER, MR. TORGUE!" Ryder groaned as he heard Torgue yell through the Speaker, seeing as it was already broken.
"ARE THE RACERS READY TO PUT THE PEDAL TO THE METAL? JUST KIDDING, I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS IF YOU'RE READY OR NOT, TIME FOR DEATH, EXPLOSIONS, AND A WINNER. GO, GO, GO." Torgue said. And with that notion, everyone was off.
Ryder maintained a 2nd place lead and was holding it for a while. He kept his wits about him, as anything goes in a death race. He was prepared to take 1st place when a psycho was next to him with his knife pulled out.
"Meat bicycle not fast enough, need your blood as fuel." The psycho said as he swung his knife. Ryder leaned into his handlebars to narrowly avoid the knife and kicked the psycho off his bike. He looked back to see the psycho tumbling through the sands they were driving on and for him to get ran over by a buggy.
"Thank God for that." Ryder thought as he proceeded to take 1st Place. He shot the lead person with his grappling hook and tethered them to the ground, yanking the old leader off his sandskiff. The sandskiff, with no driver, started to spin uncontrollably. Eventually it flipped and headed back towards Ryder.
"Please work, please work, please work." Ryder said to himself as he slid under the sandskiff with his bike, his head almost hitting the steering wheel of it. He fixed his bike back up and continued to drive in 1st place, with him killing the occasional bandit or Psycho trying to take his lead. With the finish line in sight, he could almost imagine holding the money. He drove past the finish line and stopped his bike as flames on both sides of the finish line came up. Ryder was the winner of this death race.
"Congratulations to the Manliest of Men, the racer extreme, and the MOTHERFUCKING CHAMPION OF THE DEATH RACE, RYDER!" Torgue shouted. WE NOW HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE SECOND AND THIRD PLACE COMPETITORS FOR LEGAL REASONS!" Ryder didn't understand half of what Torgue was talking about, but didn't question it seeing as he was the winner. He leaned against his bike as he waited for the next Two competitors to cross the finish line.
The 2nd place winner was a psycho who looked taller than normal psycho's. He was also a lot more in control of his actions more than others. Ryder knew from the way he drove, he was either pretending to be a psycho or used to be a racer before he went crazy. The 3rd place competitor really caught his eye. It was a woman wearing a cowgirl hat that Ryder had seen before. The way the she dressed was familiar too, as she had on a vest with a t-shirt underneath, a wrap around her right arm, jeans and boots on as well as a choker. She got off her bike and fixed her hat to reveal her hair covering one eye. Ryder knew right away who it was. It was the same girl he went with to Elpis 4 years ago.
"Nisha"
Pandora, 4 Years Ago.
"That's why I'm, Jack, am hiring you." Ryder played over the Echo he got from some Hyperion techie a few weeks ago. The Echo told him to come to an abandoned building in the middle of the desert to get to Elpis to find a vault. That was the incentive. The real reason was to regain a space station and defeat the Lost Legion, whoever they were. Not that it mattered to him, he was just in it for the money.
When he walked into the building, he was greeted with a gun to the side of his head.
"Seeing as you're here in this building, you're either a scavenger, or got an Echo saying to come here as well. Which one?" The girl said. To her, she was pointing her gun at a tan man, with unkempt slicked back black hair. He was wearing ripped jeans with a off white button up shirt, dirty hoodie, a single shoulder strap bag, and slim gauntlets on both his wrists.
"You do that to everyone who walks through a door next to you?" Ryder asked. The girl chuckled as she continued to aim the gun.
"Real funny, seeing as I got the gun pointed at you, and you decide to make jokes."
"What can I say? The Echo didn't mention anything about getting held at gunpoint." The girl put her gun back into its holster and Ryder let his hands go down. The girl fixed her hat and spoke. "So Jack sent you a message too, huh? What's so special about you?"
Ryder rolled his eyes. "Well, I compete in every death race I can find, fight in fight clubs, and do the occasional help somebody out for cash, usual merc stuff."
"Think I heard about you. You were the one who won the race that took place on the melting glacier near the outskirts of sanctuary?" The girl asked.
"Guilty as charged." Ryder said with a smile. The girl smirked a bit at his smile. He stuck his hand out. "Ryder"
The girl took his hand and shook it. "Nisha. a.k.a The Bandit who kills Bandits."
"Heard about the both of you." A voice called out. Ryder and Nisha looked towards the source of the voice and saw a woman wearing red combat gear. She had a shield on her back, which Ryder assumed was a special kind of shield.
"And you are?" Nisha asked.
"Athena."
"So what's your story?" Ryder asked.
"Not important." Athena responded. Ryder sighed in defeat as he messed with his gauntlets a bit.
"Not the talkative type, obviously."
"Heard that." Athena said. Ryder rolled his eyes as he leaned against a wall.
"So who else we waiting for?"
"Us!" A robotic voice said. The three of them turned around to see a CL4P Unit, an exact double of Jack, a older looking guy with a robotic eye, and a lady with much fancier clothing than any of them combined.
"I'm guessing you three are the other people Jack hired to the Vault, and the kill all the Lost Legion." The robot said.
"Please, please, please tell me you can switch your voice. No offense to you, but...the voice. It's-"
"Fucking annoying." Nisha said cutting off Ryder. He smirked a bit, which Nisha noticed.
"Nope. This is my only voice. And while we're talking about me, I am a CL4P Unit, but you can all call me Claptrap."
"I'm Jack's Double, Timothy. Although saying it now, it's probably stupid saying I'm his double." Timothy said as his voice got quieter while he spoke.
"Wilhelm."
"Well, my butler was eaten on the way here, so I'll introduce myself."
"Here we go." Ryder thought to himself.
"I am Lady Aurelia Hammerlock. Pleasure to meet anyone that's not poor."
"This'll be a fun ride. Speaking of which, how we getting to Helios?" Ryder asked.
"In that." Claptrap pointed outside to a rocket that was waiting to be used to fly to space. Ryder smiled a bit as he thought this was more exciting than racing dangerously. Now he was flying dangerously.
"Then let's get going already." Ryder said. Everyone started walking outside to get in the rocket as it got ready to take off.
Present Day
Ryder didn't know how long it was since him and Nisha were both on Elpis. Seeing as how she stuck with Jack after he went crazy and he went back to death racing, it was a miracle he found her here of all places. Ryder started to walk towards her. Once he was close enough, someone got in between him and Nisha. It was one of the psychos that was in the race. He had a metal arm for a regular left arm and his mask was darker than the regular psychos around.
"I live for the Rib-Cage slaughter!" The psycho said. Ryder was confused by this, and tried to figure out if the psycho was trying to kill him, trying to befriend him, or both. He decided that if he didn't say anything and kept walking to Nisha, the psycho would settle his love for manslaughter himself. As he walked pass the psycho, he grabs his arm and whispered in his ear.
"Felix said meet him where it began." The psycho said. He let go of Ryder and began to blend back in as a psycho before disappearing.
"Guess I shouldn't be surprised you're here." Ryder turned around and saw Nisha standing behind, well now in front, of him. He smiled a bit under his mask.
"And I guess I should be surprised you're here." Ryder said. Nisha smiled a bit and they both hugged for a few seconds. "It's been a while after everything on Elpis and with Jack, hasn't it?"
"It has." Nisha said, fixing her hat.
"How'd you even get into the race? I thought the racers were only people who had a sponsor?"
"I have my ways." Nisha said. "Plus one of the racers had a little...accident with a fully loaded revolver after he tried to rob me."
"Could imagine with you Nisha." Ryder said. While they were talking, Torgue came down with a bag of what Ryder assumed was his prize money.
"Congratulations on the race again Ryder Here's your reward." Torgue held out the bag. Ryder took the bag and checked it while Nisha watched over. Ryder lit up when he saw the money, with a bit of Eridium and a Torgue pistol. Ryder closed the bag and put it on his bike as he looked at Torgue.
"Thanks. I'll make sure I blow up lots of Skags." Ryder said sarcastically.
"I hope you do, CAUSE THAT WOULD BE AWESOME AS FUCK!" Torgue yelled as he left, leaving Ryder and Nisha by themselves.
"Now that I lost my hearing again..." Ryder said. "You going anywhere or..."
"Nope. But seeing as you won, you can treat me to a drink." Nisha said.
"That's literally not how it works Nish."
"It is when you're my drinking buddy. Besides, I'm broke." Nisha said. Ryder sighed.
"Fine, get on the bike." Ryder said as he got on his bike.
"And mine?"
"Did you steal it from the guy you shot?"
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Nisha said.
"Well if you DID, he probably didn't have a good bike." Ryder said. Nisha rolled her eyes as she got on Ryder's bike.
"I guess. Where we going?"
"Place called The Purple Skag in Hollow Point. Needed to go near there anyway. Got a old friend to catch up with." Ryder said. He revved the handlebar as the bike started.
"Hold on!" Ryder yelled as his bike took off. Nisha held onto Ryder with one arm around his waist and one hand on her hat.
"Felix wants me to meet with him after all these years I swore not to come back? He either needs my help, or is going to try and kill me." Ryder thought to himself.
"Only one way to find out."
So that's where I'm gonna cut off the chapter. Seeing as this story is random and out of nowhere I don't know how many people are going to care about it, but hopefully well enough to justify me making more chapters. And before any mention of pairings is brought up, I already have an idea of a pairing, but feel free to leave your ideal pairing. With that I hope you guys will enjoy this new story, and until next time.
