Borderlands: Rebellion
Chapter 1: Ace
June 6th 15:00
"Garrett, you've gone mad with power. Give me your gun." I was talking to an insane friend of mine who had just killed everyone on my floor and covered himself in their blood. After this he found me walking down the stairs after a talk with one of the other Hyperion engineers.
"NO, WEAKLING!" He shouted at me, before he opened fire. Literally.
From Garrett's mouth came a stream of flame that licked and burned everything it could reach. I rolled out of the way just as it reached me. Where I was a moment before there was a huge hole that looked down into my base's garage/lab. All the décor in the hall were burning, twisting statues and paintings into grotesque, demonic art. It was time to act, letting him burn the hallway was about as much as I could take. Drawing my SMG from my SDU I took aim and pulled the trigger, letting loose 32 rounds of pure hate into Garrett's chest, but that didn't slow him down.
He turned towards the wall and punched a hole where he could access the pipes inside. Ripping one out, he turned back to me to find that his flame had caught up to him and was eating at his legs. He let out a maniacal laugh and shouted that he could hear with his teeth before succumbing to the immense heat. I got the nearest fire extinguisher and took the next 15 minutes to combat the raging flames. After all this I drew my shotgun and walked over to Garrett's corpse. I didn't want to take a chance so I pointed the shotgun to his distorted, burnt face. As I did this, Garrett's eyes opened and he smacked the shotgun out of my hands.
"MR. SKAGGLES WANTS TO SAY HELLO!" He bellowed as he tried unsuccessfully to get up. His legs were little more than strips of flesh after what the fire did to him. I calmly picked my shotgun back up and placed the barrel on his forehead.
"Tell him I say 'goodbye'" pulling the trigger, I ended my former friend's life. "Damn, Hyperion, you really know how to make a guy quit, doncha?" I sighed before taking the three flights of stairs up to my commanding officer's office.
General Jackson was a very difficult leader. He was tough though, and I respected that. He was a big, dark skinned man, coming in at 6'5", he was armed with a Hyperion electric shotgun and two Vladof assault rifles, slag and incendiary, respectively. He wore armor so tough that a constructor had a run for its money and he had an attitude fit for the BNK-3R (which was f*ck you)
I knocked on his door and walked in, shutting the door behind me. I gulped as I found his deep brown eyes staring, angrily, at my golden ones. "Sir?" I started, nervous as hell as what he'd say to my request. "I'd like to leave the Hyperion military squad 'Front Line'." I held his stare, hoping he wouldn't kill me where I stood.
"You want to leave, huh?" Jackson said as he stood up, picking up a Jakobs revolver as he went. "The only way you get to leave a Hyperion military squad is death-" He said while checking the revolver for ammunition. "-or going AWOL. I hope it's the second one, hell, I'' even give you a ten second head-start to get out of here!" He said, chuckling at the thought. He pointed the revolver at my chest. "Which one?"
I should've expected this from my general, nevertheless, I tried and now I might die. Fantastic. I looked desperately around the room for something I could use as a weapon. I spotted a monkey wrench lying on Jackson's desk and thought it was better than nothing. With quick reflexes that all combat engineers were required to have, I grabbed the monkey wrench and buried it deep in my commanding officer's head. Hearing his skull crack sent a shiver down my spine, but I reminded myself it was either me or him. As I wasn't one to take chances, I pried the revolver from his hands and unloaded it into his face.
I took his weapons and strapped the monkey wrench and revolver to my waist. I strolled, humming a happy tune to myself, through the base to my room. My room was a small dorm-like room with cameras pointed to see every inch of it. Hyperion watched your every move, because of that, I had to get out soon before the loaders came to take me to jail for killing the general. I grabbed my combat engineer armor and decided I didn't want to be seen in this armor again. I grabbed Garrett's Hyperion hawk armor and my ECHO device. I turned it on to set up a heads-up display. I drew my revolver to make sure it worked. Noting the crosshair, I put the gun away and walked down to the lab/garage.
I decided I was not going to be alone for however long it took me to find civilization. I stole a Surveyor from the lab. There were a stash of upgrades for it nearby, I grabbed those and shoved them into my SDU. I strapped the surveyor onto my back, making sure it wouldn't fall off. I walked out of the garage and looked back at the giant yellow and white building I called my home for the past 8 years.
"Should be a long journey ahead of me" I said aloud to myself. "I won't be able to stop and rest for awhile. But that's alright, because there ain't no rest for the wicked" I laughed before walking off into the desert.