"You're honestly going to blame me for someone else's mistake? I told everyone to clear the testing area. Everyone that works for our company signs a waiver saying we aren't responsible to any harm that befalls personnel. He entered the firing range when we didn't know the hazards posed by the prototype..."
"It doesn't matter Devon. You caused the death of a Tediore employee. His family wants a lawsuit, and since the waiver was signed, the blame goes to you. I expect to see you in court tomorrow."
"This is bullshit. Miss Tediore wouldn't blame me. She would stand up for me. Unlike her snot nosed brat of a son! I don't care if you're my boss, I don't care if you're older than me. This is utter nonsense. I told everyone to leave the room. If Philips was too stupid to realize I was testing the possibility of making Tediore sniper rifles."
"Devon, I've warned you about bringing up my mother. And how would you like to lose your job? Because the way you're speaking to me implies you don't think I won't..."
The sound of single gun shot emanates from the ECHO.
"Damn I've wanted to that for a long time. But now I have another reason to go to prison. Great. I just need to get off world, get to one of those planets no one ever goes to look. Well I could go to Pandora, two Vaults found, remnants of Hyperion, should be hectic enough for me to fit in."
Devon shut off his ECHO andleaned back in his seat. The ride was long and boring. Five hours in a shuttle that was enough room for six people, but only had one occupied seat, his. He decided to dig through his storage deck unit. All he had grabbed was his pistol and ECHO device. He let out a depressed sigh and decided to listen to the music he had stored on his ECHO. As his music filled the shuttle he began to lighten up. His head began to bob to the music as he stood up to dance in his own pathetic way. He was uncoordinated when it came to dancing, but he enjoyed the sensation of moving out of that seat.
Suddenly he got an idea and danced over to the console of the shuttle and began to type in some commands so the filters of the glass would lighten so he could see the expanse of space outside his vessel. He spotted a planet nearby, and hoped it was his destination. He leaned forward, pressing his face against the glass trying to see if the moon was anywhere nearby, or the rumored Hyperion moon base. Devon was soon greeted by what he hoped to see, and had his breath taken away by the sight of the Hyperion behemoth. A station like that was far outside of Tediore's budget. He imagined a giant T hovering over the moon, and it would explode after every shot. He shuddered at the thought and turned on another song.
When his shuttle landed Devon realized Pandora had many types of climates. All he had ever heard of this planet was arid badlands and deserts. He tried to pull his clothes tighter as he struggled to stay warm. He considered trying to calibrate the shuttle so it would hover above the ground so he could try to get around faster. Unfortunately it seemed to be out of commission, as smoke began to seep from the ship.
"That doesn't give much encouragement. Guess they don't want any possibility of people leaving this planet. I wonder where I am?" he sighed, rubbing his arms. "Real bright idea for your wardrobe."
Devon looked over his clothes and groaned. He came in the clothes he usually wore to work. A blue collared shirt with a black vest hardly kept his scrawny torso warm. His brown cargo pants weren't really keeping him warm below the belt either. With an exasperated sigh, he climbed into shuttle to try and scrounge some parts to try and create a thermal shield. He decided to scrap as much of the ship as possible, and considered tearing the seats up to try and make something to warm himself up.
After managing to reactivate the fuel cells of the shuttle he downloaded a map of Pandora into his ECHO, and fashioned himself an armband to keep his ECHO in easy reach. After salvaging the ships shield's he managed to make a shield that kept him comfortable. After tearing the seats up, he fashioned himself a holster and gloves. Not much, but it was all he could make that held together. Devon inspected his map and read that he was in an area known as the Tundra Express. The map showed there was a fast travel station not too far from where he had landed. He jumped out of the shuttle and waved farewell to it.
