Zaeed regained consciousness with a massive headache. One from the transport crashing, luckily for everybody, through an open air dock and two, Claptrap was talking in the way that it always does, loud and extremely annoying.

"Hello, Vault Hunters! Thank you for answering Hyperion's summons. Unfortunately, Helios Space Station is currently under attack by insane Dahl forces. I have been authorized by Hyperion to welcome you to Helios Station by presenting you with this Heads-Up Display, free of charge. Follow me and I can take you to your contractor liaison"

Zaeed looked up and realized that it was not Claptrap speaking. It was a different robot that looked similar, but painted different.

"There's more of these things? Christ. And just what the fuck is a Heads-Up Display?" Zaeed pushed himself up

"How have ever survived combat and not know about the HUD?" snorted Wilhelm.

"I bet he doesn't even know about NewU." Cracked Nisha.

Zaeed turned his head between them. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Athena clapped him on the shoulder. "You'll see."

Zaeed looked at her in disbelief. He didn't understand anything about this place or what was going on. HUDs, NewU, it didn't make any sense. He shook his head and thought to himself.

"Can't believe that I'm actually starting to miss that son of a bitch, Vido. At least I understand him. Still hate the fuck-stick, but.."

"This way. Jack needs your help." The claptrap unit was screeching.

"Alright, lock and load. We got a low level programmer to save." Athena ordered.

They made their way through the station following the Hyperion Claptrap. He was excitingly jabbering about robots and feeling pain. Zaeed wasn't really paying attention when a set of doors opened up and on the other side was an equally surprised trio of Dahl soldiers.

As guns started shooting, the first casualty was the Claptrap. Nobody cared. Zaeed and the rest made quick work of the soldiers and they continued on to the next room. Zaeed was the last to enter the new room and he was impressed. It was a large room with massive windows that showed them in orbit around the planet and it's moon above them. In the center of the room was large control station. Standing in the middle of the station was a man fighting off soldiers.

"Help! A little help here. Dahl jerkfaces got their murder on, so could you, oh I don't know, get rid of them or something? Please?"

Zaeed watched as, he assumed it was, Jack got knocked out by Dahl soldiers and they started kicking him. The team opened fire and killed them, saving Jack for the moment. More soldiers started pouring into the room. Zaeed split off from the group to flank the enemy.

The soldiers took cover and started firing at them. Zaeed circled around and came up from the side, taking one down. He ducked behind a group of crates for cover. He took the time to watch the others in action. They were good. He was too busy watching them that he didn't notice one soldier sneaking towards his position.

He popped his head up to take a shot and came face to face with the barrel of a huge shotgun.

"Bollocks" He muttered. "Shepard's gonna fucking kill me."

He heard the shot and felt a burning as chuck of his cheek went flying past his vision. This was it. He was dead this time for sure.

Then he felt pulled. Weird lights, colors and patterns flew past him and before his eyes. Then he fell to the ground. He pulled himself up and stood.

"Wait. I stood up? How am I standing up? I'm not dead?"

"Get back out there, soldier. Death isn't an excuse."

He looked around and saw that he was no longer in the control room with the others. He was back in the hallway where they crashed into the station.

Confused as hell, he reached up to feel his face. He felt...nothing. The place where there should have been a huge gaping hole was his face, undamaged. Like it never happened.

"What the bloody hell just happened?"