Wilhelm was silently wondering if he had actually died before he reached Helios, and this was a really fucked up version of hell. The enforcer shook his head, looking at the sight in front of him.
Resting in a active Oxygen Dome was Nisha, who was cleaning her whip of the fresh blood on it. Athena was next to her, polishing her shield till it shone. Wilhelm rolled his eyes. Women. He looked around for the last person of his party, finding the annoying Claptrap unit bouncing on a jump pad, making "Wheee!" Noises each time he was launched up. He watched the annoying robot for a while, shaking his head. The recent battles still echoed through his head, reminding him of how the most annoying, useless, cowardly person on their team saved their lives.
(Flashback)
"Ahhh!" Claptrap screamed, fleeing from the Scavs, hiding behind Athena, who raised her shield. He fired short bursts from a DAHL splitter laser, light blue beams shooting out of it. One lucky beam connected with a Scav's chest, causing the Scav to freeze solid, ice forming around it.
"Grah!" Wilhelm said, charging at the frozen Scav, punching it into large shards of ice. He threw out Wolf and Saint, Nisha scoffing.
"Can't fight without your stupid drones, huh Willy?" Wilhelm snarled, resisting the temptation to shoot Nisha in the face, instead shooting a poor unfortunate Scav instead. The faint sound of humming filled the air.
"Ah shit." Wilhelm said, as several DAHL Jetfighters flew around them.
"Don't worry guys, this will be awesome!" Claptrap said, zeroes and ones flashing over his head.
"You better not fuck up you stupid bot." Nisha growled. Suddenly, a pirate hat appeared on his head, four cannons popping out of Claptrap.
"There's a joke about poopdecks coming on!" Claptrap said, aiming at the Jets. The William Tell overture began to echo off of Claptrap, a cannon ball launching itself into the jet, exploding in a combination of fire and blood with sprinkles of metal mixed in. Claptrap, during this, was dancing, well the robot equivalent of it. His arms waved up and down, he was moving backwards and forwards, and making "Wub wub wub" sounds, still shooting at Jets in time with his dancing.
"What the actual fuck?" Wilhelm said aloud, watching Claptrap. He shook his head, smashing his fist into a Scav who tried to sneak up on him, shattering the Scav's air mask. He wrapped his big fist around the poor Scav's neck, snapping his head off. The William Tell overture finished, a barrage of three cannon balls hitting a single Jet, it exploding into metal dust.
"That was awesome!" Claptrap said, looking around, only to see a angry looking Scav behind him. "AHHHH!" He screamed, as the Scav kicked Claptrap into the air. "Now you may see the majestic flight of the rare Clappy Bird." Claptrap said, floating near Athena, cowering behind her. She stabbed the angry Scav with a energy sword.
"FR4G-TP. You need to focus on your objective." She said sternly. Claptrap bowed his head in shame.
"Awww.." He said sadly, rolling away from Athena, trying his best to shoot at Scavs, most of his shots missing, some rarely hitting.
Stronger Scavs slowly flooded the Vault hunters, who were slowly running out of ammo.
"I got an idea!" Claptrap said, zeroes and ones floating above his head once again.
"Claptrap, you better pray its not some stupid shit like Torque fiesta." Wilhelm growled. A wizard's hat and wand appeared in Claptrap's head and hand respectively, He waved the wand, strange sparkles surrounding the Vault Hunters.
"You can call me Gundalf." He said. He shot rapidly at a group of Scavs with a Hyperion shotgun, quickly destroying the enemies with a hail of bullets. He reloaded near instantly, firing at more Scavs.
"Well then...That's...new." Wilhelm said, looking at his electric Hyperion Blaster. He took aim and fired incredibly fast at a group of Scavs, their bodies fading into electrical sparks. "Huh...it effects us too." He grinned, firing nonstop at the poor Scavs who were unfortunately in his line of fire, his ammo somehow refilled to its max. He laughed, watching the rest of the Scavs fall under a near literal hail of bullets and lasers.
Seconds later, the entire encampment was cleared, Claptrap doing a victory dance around the Vault Hunters.
(End Flashback)
"Oi, bagobolts." Wilhelm said, earning Claptrap's attention. Claptrap floated to Wilhelm, looking at him.
"Hello Minion!" Claptrap said. Wilhelm rolled his eyes.
"I'm not your damn Minion!" Wilhelm snarled, Claptrap hiding inside his hull, shaking a bit.
"Sorrysorrysorrypleasedon'tshootmepleasedon'tshootme." Claptrap said quietly. Wilhelm let out a aggravated sigh, shaking his head.
"Fine, whatever." He said. "Listen Crappy. I wanted to thank you for making sure we weren't a Scav's dinner." Wilhelm grumbled, kicking a rock. "So, yeah. Thanks...and shit."
"Anytime friend!" Claptrap said, hugging Wilhelm's leg. Wilhelm snarled, Claptrap quickly running away, screaming and flailing his arms around.
"Stupid robot..."
Someone said Claptrap was a bit rigid last chapter, hopefully he's more...Clappy this time around. I hope you all enjoy this! Leave ideas in review, or Pm me ideas!