The group of six trudged their way through the glacier, with the occasional few minutes of action and "oof" s from Claptrap. As they neared Frostbite Crevasse, Claptrap said, "You know what? I shall be your fearsome leader, guiding you through this forsaken place. And you shall be my minions!" A voice called suddenly, cutting him off.

"Hello?"

Jack, who had been slumped against an icy wall, immediately stood up straight. He furiously tapped his arm, trying to get his ECHO working.

"Jack? Are you there?" the voice called again.

"Angel! Angel, baby, I'm here!"

"Oh, thank god!" Angel said. "I haven't heard from you in hours. I assumed that you had died."

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Jack replied. "I rounded up the Vault Hunters, but someone blew up the train."

Angel frowned. "Lilith did that. Saw it as a good opportunity to get rid of you, so she blew up the train. Luckily, I can guide you and the Vault Hunters through this place, because Lilith doesn't come to me often, except when she wants to check up on the Vault Key's progress."

As they talked, Axton looked over at Maya.

"So...this Angel...she's Jack's daughter?"

Maya nodded. "Yup. Lilith is probably using her as an expendable resource to charge the Vault Key."

Suddenly, Claptrap screeched, hiding. "I see my tough-looking minions, and a very handsome robot! That means that whoever has my eye is very close!"

The bullymong that so rudely took Claptrap's eye slammed down from the top of an icy mountain, roaring and bellowing.

"Oh fuck!" Maya yelled. "It's a Badass!"

The four Vault Hunters and Jack, however, pounded the giant bullymong to dust fairly easily.

"Perfect!" Claptrap said, coming out of his hiding spot. "Retrieve my eye for me, will you guys?"

Zer0 appeared beside the eye and picked it up, examining it. He reached for Claptrap, but the robot scuttled out of reach.

"Much as you'd like to jam your fist into my skull, optic surgery is best left to professionals. My pal Hammerlock in Liar's Berg can fix me up, allon-sy!"

Zer0 shrugged and put the eye into his pocket. They all followed Claptrap, Sal muttering, "What in the hell is an allon-sy?"

As they got to the top of the hill, they encountered a firmly locked door.

"Umm...Angel, a little help?" Jack called.

"Let me help you get that," Angel replied. "Executing phase shift."

The door clicked open, revealing the way to the Southern Shelf.

"There we go," Angel said.

Claptrap spoke up. "Uhm, let me know when you're ready to go to Sir Hammerlock, minions."

Jack looked at him. "We're ready." Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Oh, and by the way, robot? Don't call me minion. Ever."

Claptrap shivered. "Uh...okay! Whatever you say, Jackie!"

"Nope! None of that, either!" Jack retorted.

"Uhh...Jackster?"

"Yeah...no."

"Just Jack...then?"

"Mm, yeah," Jack said. "Works for me."

. . .

After some walking and shooting, the Vault Hunters, Claptrap, and Jack made it to Sir Hammerlock.

Right before they got there, though, a voice chimed into their ECHOs.

"Heya, killers. Thought I'd killed you in that explosion, but guess not." It was Lilith. She continued. "Just wanted to tell you that siding with Jack was a bad idea, and that you never should've come to Pandora."

"Aaaaaand that's Lilith, folks!" Jack said. "Charming, isn't she? Don't listen to anything she says, though. Bitch's crazier than the psychos roaming around out here. Even her closest friends left her. Mordecai, Brick, hell, even Roland left her when they realized what she had become."

"Sounds like a great person," Axton said sarcastically.

"Believe me, kiddo," Jack said. "She isn't."

Suddenly, another voice shoved its way into their ECHOs.

"Boys, it's Captain Flynt!" the voice yelled. "I just spotted my Claptrap unit at Liar's Berg, and it seems like he's brought a couple of friends! Get 'em!"

"Oh, yeah, Captain Flynt," Claptrap said. "He used to keep me as his torture doll back when I was hiding from Lilith. We played games, like 'Pass the Blowtorch' and 'Don't Get Dunked Into the Bowl of Acid'! I was really good at the first one."

When they got to Hammerlock's place, they found that bandits had overrun the town.

"Say, Vault Hunters, and...is that Jack?" a crisp and English voice rang in their ECHOs, recognized as Sir Hammerlock. "Could you give me a hand in ridding this town of Captain Flynt's bandits?"

The five brandished their weapons, and soon, the bodies of dead bandits littered the floor.

"Alright!" Claptrap said, leading the way to Hammerlock.

"Oh, fecal matter," Hammerlock said with an irritated tone. "Is that-"

"Hey, Hammerlock," Claptrap said. "Since my minions-" One look from Jack was all it took. "My minions and Jack, I mean, just saved your town, why don't you do your bestie Claptrap a favor and repair my eye?"

"Sigh..." came Hammerlock's voice through the ECHO. "I suppose I am in your debt now. Come to me, and I shall restore Claptrap's sight."