Sasha had been lying to herself when she thought she was keeping Rhys and his friend Vaughn in the caravan for anything other than their money. Pandora was a planet of liars, and she was definitely one of them.

These guys had oozed Hyperion the second Sasha had set eyes on them, and she wasn't expecting them to keep their promise of splitting the money. They were the kind of men to say anything to keep themselves alive, and who wasn't nowadays?

This world they lived in, you'd be anyone anybody told you to be for the right price. Sasha was living proof of that.

As it turns out, so was Rhys. Hyperion from the day he left the womb. She wished she could say she was surprised when he told her the story of making tiny business cards when he was a child. Sasha almost felt sorry for him, but she was too stubborn to say anything about that. From where he stood, she must have had the same look about her; dripping 'Pandora' from her hair to her practical boots. She found herself wondering what Pandora would have done to Rhys had he been in her position. Picturing him with a gun was funny to say the least.

Getting separated from Fiona and Vaughn was something she was more than pissed at Fiona for letting happen, but she was even angrier when she finally caught sight of the mess they had gotten themselves into.

They had tracked the case down to some kind of murder-death-rally in the middle of an abandoned ATLAS facility, and it had been so like Fiona to get right in the middle of it.

She had little time to be mad as her and Rhys fell right into the fray, dodging bullets, bandits, and even skags. From where she stood, it sounded like they were going to have to answer to Hyperion, too, which had been something she'd hoped would fall on August.

She had gritted her teeth, squeezing a few more rounds into a Psycho than she should have when she thought of him. She could get over the con in due time, so long as she never saw him again. She thought about how he'd looked after the rug had been pulled out from under him. He was pathetic…scared…helpless. Goddammit, she couldn't have any thoughts like that about a guy who shot at her. Part of her would have rather dealt with Hyperion than to see him look at her that way again.

Felixes betrayal was well deserved in any case; Sasha was beginning to believe they finally had a few things going her way. Even though she understood why he would want to keep the money for himself, she couldn't help the tide of fury that had washed over her. When Fiona had mentioned that she didn't warn Felix about the bomb in the briefcase, of course there was a bomb in the case, Sasha thought it justified. He was prepared to reap all of the hard work Sasha and Fiona had done and leave them to be sitting ducks for Hyperion. She took him for a lot of things, but never for a traitor, especially after everything he had done for them in the past.

Sitting there in the stadium, amongst all of the carnage, she had never felt more disgusted with this damn planet. Here they were, picking up the pieces of another catastrophe and starting over, again. She wished she could say she shared Rhys' anger about their financial situation, but this was just the way things were.

"Are you okay, sis?" Fiona whispered to Sasha. The two of them had walked a couple paces away from where Rhys and Vaughn were standing.

"Yeah," Sasha mumbled distractedly, "how about you?"

"I'm good." Fiona sounded like she had been expecting her to say more, but Sasha knew neither of them had the energy to continue that conversation.

"Hey, Fi," Sasha spoke up again after sifting through all of Bossanova's drops, "are you sure about these guys?"

"What do you mean?" Fiona was turning a shield over in her hands, not bothering to look up.

"I mean," Sasha lowered her voice, "do you think we should ditch them?"

"They won't be very useful, maybe just dead weight."

"I agree…"

"You don't sound very sure." Fiona looked up, but Sasha was watching Vaughn. The poor guy had his head hanging, bent over a pistol he'd been looking at for the past few minutes.

"I'm just thinking they won't last very long." She was in utter disbelief at what she was saying. Her mind was at war with wanting to hold on to these idiots for some semblance of companionship and tossing them out of the back of a caravan as soon as they weren't paying attention.

"We aren't going to last very long if we don't—" Fiona was cut off by a large object streaking over their heads. Rhys was standing on top of a very rickety platform, but was soon joined by a Hyperion Loader Bot. Sasha was going to warn him, but she was quickly cut off by Rhys disappearing below ground.

They ran over to the edge of the new hole in the ground and called out to him. From the looks, or more fittingly, the sounds of it, he was going to be alright. Sasha was just wondering how they were going to get him back up here.

"What do you see?" Vaughn shouted from next to Sasha.

"Just a bunch of old ATLAS tech!"

Of course, ATLAS, the former weapons, and just about everything else, manufacturers. It had been the best news Sasha had heard all day. Fiona tried to catch her arm as she flung herself down into the ruins, but she deftly avoided her sister's grasp. She landed heavily on the metal, the impact vibrating up her legs. Breezing past Rhys, she pushed the first button that caught her eye.

She was not expecting the ATLAS Silver that rose from the console, but she could have jumped for joy.

Eventually, past all of the buzzing in her head, she heard Fiona and Vaughn join them in the ruins. Vaughn took to the same curious nature that Sasha had and pressed another button next to her. She didn't know why he'd get so excited about a watch, but at least it meant he'd keep his hands off of her Silver. Hopefully that Loader which called Rhys "father" (weird) would be able to drag all of their sorry asses out of there once they were done geeking out about their new toys.

Subtle movement from the floor caught her eye, and her gaze followed a lighted path streaking through it. Even as she stared at the two pillars that rose from the floor, she couldn't make heads or tails of what she was looking at. As a map appeared in front of them, illuminating the dark ruins around them, Sasha only had more unanswered questions.

A/N: As you can probably tell, I will try to fill some of the 'dead air' (so to speak) in the story with some minor dialogue. I won't necessarily deviate from canon all that much, but it's pretty safe to assume that the conversations we have in game aren't the only things our characters say to each other. I'll try to write more dialogue between the sisters, since I really do love exploring their relationship! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and see you soon for the next one!