Don't Own Borderlands, Only The Oc.
'thought'
"Speech"
System
"Speech through echo devices and Text via book, notes, or newspaper... when those are around..."
(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)
This sucks. This sucks. This sucks.
I duck under a bullet that pings against the metal wall.
Why the fuck did I get isekai'd HERE Of all places!
The bandits, the gunfire, the screaming for blood, the blood itself.
That iconic arch on the melee bandit's masks...
Borderlands. Fucking borderlands.
"He went that way!" One of the bandits roar as more gunshots pepper the bottom of the window I just leapt through.
Welcome to the Gacha system! This allows you to gain abilities from across the multiverse with priority to shows/anime/games you have seen!
You currently have 1 Monthly Roll remaining.
You currently have 1 Premium Roll remaining.
'Fuck it! ROLL!'
Rolling Monthly Roll.
I grab the simple Jakobs pistol I had woken up with and peek over the edge, squeezing off two shots before the gun jams and I duck back down.
The two shots strike a nearing psycho in the chest and causes the other three bandits- actual SANE bandits to quickly scatter and take cover behind objects.
The psycho falls back, red blood splattering into the sand.
You have rolled a 3 Star Skill:
Experienced Mechanic: ***
You know your way around the average car, hell, even in this space fairing hellscape, you are proud to say that you are 'experienced' in working with anything mechanical.
I wince, bringing a hand to my head as years upon years of knowledge working on tech I wouldn't even BEGIN to understand moments before was brutally forced into my brain.
But that is completely useless.
I look up, smashing my hand into the side of the Jakobs revolver and forcing out the cylinder, I take out the two spent bullets and slam the now completely reloaded cylinder back into the gun.
Rolling Premium Roll.
Congratulations! You are extremely lucky and have gotten the opportunity to summon a character from another world! Would you like to instead trade this roll for two skills of equal value to the character summoned?
'YES! Characters are worthless if I fucking DIE!'
You have rolled two 5 Star Skills!:
Greater Lycanthrope: Werewolf: *****
You are a true beast in the night, unlike most other werewolves you can fully control yourself while in your Hybrid and fully transformed form, additionally you are tougher, stronger, faster, and even have an incredible healing factor in all of your forms which is only countered by Silver.
Typhomancy: *****
The user can employ a method of reading the future, the present and past and/or provide help to a problem at hand by using smoke as a focus. They could do this by interpreting smoke patterns, receiving visual information within the smoke, etc.
"…"
"…"
"I would've gotten a five star character, hn?"
"…"
White fur rapidly grows across my body as my muscles bulge, my face elongates as my fingernails grow into razor-sharp points.
A wolfish- literally- grin passes over my face as my shirt stretches, nearly tearing due to my sudden bulkiness.
"Worth it."
There is a loud explosion as I lunge from the house, my shoulder clips a rifle round... but I barely even feel it.
The stinging sensation more akin to being punched than shot is already gone by the time I reach the first bandit.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" He screams as I slash my claws across his chest, leaving deep gouges and nearly cleaving him in half entirely.
I grab the crushed car he was hiding behind and sling it at another bandit.
The crushed car slides across the ground before eventually smashing into the legs of the bandit, pinning him to another wall as he screams, his legs definitely broken.
I grab onto the back of the car with one hand and lift it shakily up into the air and above my head, the last bandit has a good idea and decided to run for the hills, but I swing my arm down, sending the large possibly ton of metal flipping end over end as it crashes into him, and judging from the red jam-like substance that splatters out from under the car... he's probably not going to be getting up.
The remaining crippled bandit shrieks as he begins unloading his assault rifle at me, the bullets pelt my torso, but I don't pay it any mind, the attacks are blunted, barely anything at all. If the sniper bullet was a weak punch, these are just pokes. Any damage they possibly do is healed before the next one even lands.
I pick the man up by the throat and hurl him away.
"AAAAH-*Crack*
He falls silent after his flailing body smashes roughly into the metal building I was hiding in.
My body begins shifting as I shrink, the fur disappears, my face returns to humanoid-looking, my nails return to normal human fingernails, then I lose my digitigrade legs and my tail.
I roll my shoulders and glare down to my one bloody hand.
My shirt has a massive rip in the back, and it is being held up by one shoulder only, but my pants are more or less unaffected... despite the fact that they are now shorts.
I shake off my hand and let out a long sigh as the blood refuses to leave my fingertips.
I simply decide to stick my hand down in the sand and rub it around, and that more or less worked... I might be sandy, but at least the blood is gone.
I look down to my bare feet.
I miss my shoes.
I stare at myself in the shined hubcap, two orange eyes glare back as my short messy white hair is ruffled by my hand.
"I look pretty good." I mutter with a small smile.
Sort of sucks that my shirt was more or less destroyed and I had to sew a load of cloth together to patch the holes.
I let out a yawn as I turn and begin walking back to where I was working moments before, my eyes trailing to a screen.
To get a 'Money' Roll, you must sacrifice 1 Million Dollars.
To get an 'Eridium' Roll, you must sacrifice 50 refined Eridium.
To get a 'Seraph Crystal' Roll, you must Sacrifice 100 Seraph Crystals.
Well. I don't really know where I am going to get a million dollars, but eh... I'll work it out.
Those are my current 'banners'. I may gain more... or I may not... who knows. The main problem is that I can't actually use the Eridium roll quite yet... there is no Hyperion H in the sky, so I assume that this is still Pre-Presequel.
I walk back over to the dozens of car parts and clip the hubcap onto the front wheel.
Sat in front of me is a hodgepodge of dozens of car parts in the general shape of a motorcycle.
I had to make the frame from exhaust pipes and other stuff like that... luckily, I found a blow torch and have been surviving the past couple of days by eating skags and from eating the cactus fruit around.
I smirk as the hubcap clicks into place.
This thing actually looks pretty badass.
I had to use my increased strength to slowly bend most of the parts into shape, but now it's finally finished.
I sit down on the torn car chair, shaped roughly like a motorcycle seat with my claws, and flick up the kickstand with my foot.
I twist a nob on the engine below me, causing it to sputter to life.
I grab the handlebars and give what would normally be a break a gentle squeeze, causing the engine to whirl to life and a puff of smoke to spew from the long upward facing exhaust pipe behind me.
"Which way should I go?" I mutter.
The smoke slowly forms an arrow pointing towards the north-east of where I am facing.
There is a click as I reach down and twist another nob on the engine.
I shift the rough backpack I made to my front and smirk.
"Well. Let's go, then."
I squeeze the 'break', causing the back wheel to spin as it struggles to gain traction, eventually I shoot off at a decent speed.
I reach down and twist the second nob again, causing the engine to roar louder as my speed increases.
I crest a hill and frown, pausing briefly atop it.
Down below I hear dozens of hoots and hollers as dozens upon dozens of bandits, they seem to have surrounded the sole gate of a small town, they form a semi-circle of bandit technical and outrunners.
"Hey! You in there! Open the door! We need your women to come out and... give us a hand! Heheheh! You wouldn't like it if I were to go and get Nine Toes!"
"Ah. So the start of the first one..." I mutter quietly.
My hand squeezes around the throttle, causing my bike to lunge down the sand dune, the noise of my approach apparently attracts the attention of the bandits as a couple turn to look towards me as I near... but I am already far too close.
My bike goes in between two outrunners as I reach out and grab the face of a nearby bandit, there is a sickening crack as his neck tries to bring its body up to the same speed I am going...
It doesn't.
I kick a foot out and swerve around in the sand, kicking up a dust cloud as I drop the bandit with his neck snapped.
A quest has been received:
Story Quest:
A Fiery Welcome:
Drat! Bandits are threatening the poor residents of Fyrestone! They want to pillage the village! Murder the workers! Rape the women before they escape! You should totally stop them.
Kill all of the Bandits on your own: 1/43
Rewards: 1 free 'Money' Roll, 500 Dollars per kill.
'oh? I have quests?'
A grin splits my face.
Like I needed any reason to murder bandits.
I step off the bike as the dust clears, I turn two nobs on the side of the engine, causing it to die out, then hang my makeshift bag on the handlebars.
I slowly walk forwards as the sand begins settling.
"Yo." I grin.
"KILL HIM!"
The sound of a sniper goes off as a bandit climbing out of a building has his head exploded.
"Another one down." The man wearing some sort of biker-mask thing with red tinted goggles, a strange bird lets out a shriek as it lands on his shoulder. "Twelve."
There is a meaty thwack as an absolute giant of a man smashes his fist into the chest of a roaring psycho, it staggers back, letting out a low wheeze and cackling "I'mma eat your babies-" *CRACK* the right hook shortly following snaps the man's neck.
"HELL YEAH!" The muscular man grins as he flexes. "That's eight!"
A dark skinned man says nothing as he steps past, shooting single shots at any bandit he can see with his semi-automatic assault rifle.
A large portion of these shots strike home.
A bandit rushes around a corner, hefting a shotgun and pointing it at the man's side.
*FLASH*
There is an explosion of purple light as the man detonates.
"Watch your back." A female voice calls out as she materializes, stepping over the bandit's goopy corpse, she has orange hair, pale skin, yellow eyes, and a coat with a raised collar that is mostly unzipped, revealing a red shirt underneath.
"This way, Travelers! Fyrestone should be just around the bend!" The annoying yellow robot cheers as it wheels slowly ahead of them all.
The four vault hunters freeze. Something is wrong. That is gunfire.
Smoke slowly bellows off into the sky from some unseen disaster.
The vault hunters share a glance and rush forwards, the first to get more kills than the others, the second to see if anything cool is happening, and the third and fourth to see if someone is in need of help.
They turn the corner to see absolute carnage.
Cars lay battered, crushed, flipped over, and blown up, corpses lay scattered around the landscape some mangled, some cut deeply, others battered and broken.
A white haired teen stands in the very center of the destruction, pinning an absolutely massive psycho to a flipped over car with a foot as he holds another bandit's head in one hand, he is struggling, smashing his hands into the teen's stomach and side.
The psycho has a single massive arm that hangs limply at its side, it appears to be broken in several places.
*SPLAT*
He crushes the bandit's head in his hand and allows the headless corpse to fall from his grasp as blood and gore drips from his fingertips.
He reaches around and grabs the psycho's face, he then smashes the back of it's head into the destroyed car with a loud crunch.
He stands up and flicks his hand to the side, sending blood droplets cascading across the sandy floor.
He glances over to the four with a bored expression, then gives them a small lazy smile. "Yo. How's it goin'."
I smirk at the four vault hunters mostly frozen at the carnage as I wipe my hands on a nearby bandit's clothing.
I can see Lilith look over to Mordecai then gesture over to me with her head. "He won."
Said bird man lets out a growl as Brick steps forwards.
"Damn, Slab. You know how to party." He whistles.
"We don't know if he is hostile or not. Be on your guard." Roland whispers to the group.
"Believe me... if I wanted to kill you... I'd kill you." I call out.
"…"
"And yes, I can hear you." I smile as I stand up.
"Oh yeah?" Mordecai asks. "You'd kill us? You and what army?"
I stare at him for a moment before walking over to a nearby car, grabbing it with both hands, my fingers causing the metal to creak ominously.
I pick up the entire car, lifting it completely off the ground and wielding it like you would hold the legs of a folding chair. I look over to the vault hunters who have all frozen in place from the display of strength.
I whirl around, hurling the car through the air, causing it to sail a good thirty feet before crashing onto a guy that was slowly and quietly trying to crawl away.
"I'm just a guy that killed forty-three bandits armed with machine guns, pistols, snipers, and grenades with nothing more than my bare hands... all without trying... You'd shoot those six little bullets in that gun of yours... I'd watch as they bounce off my chest, then you'd be dead before you've reloaded"
"Now. If we're done with our proverbial dick measuring contest..." I begin as I turn and walk away, slowly approach my bike. "I have other things to do."
A quest has been completed!
Story Quest:
A Fiery Welcome:
Drat! Bandits are threatening the poor residents of Fyrestone! They want to pillage the village! Murder the workers! Rape the women before they escape! You should totally stop them.
Kill all of the Bandits on your own: 43/43
Rewards: 1 free 'Money' Roll, 21500 Dollars.
'let it roll.'
Rolling Money Roll.
You have rolled a 1 Star Item:
Glocka-Crocka: *
A simple Glock painted to look like Crocodile skin... it functions no better nor worse than a regular Glock 17
I roll my eyes. 'ugh.'
Item has been transported into your Bag.
I roll my shoulders and grab the bike, then slowly begin wheeling it towards the door of Fyrestone.
I pause at the closed door, reach down lift the gate with one hand.
I slide my makeshift bike underneath and follow behind.
"You lot coming?" I call out. "Or do you want to use the back door?"
Lilith disappears and fades into existence to my left, far from the violent explosions she is normally known for.
"So." She begins. "Who the heck are you?"
"Lai." I answer as I look to the others who quickly make their way over.
"Lie?" She repeats.
"L. A. I." I deadpan at her as Roland gives me a cautious look.
*This is where I stopped writing*
Hey all, this is just a small idea I had recently, I've had a brief bout of motivation loss for like... EVERYTHING, which is why I am instead posting something older that I made here instead of another chapter of Badass' quest.
Anyways, I have ALSO uploaded another 8k words of 'Dxd VRMMO', the chapter 25 story... I hope you enjoy it!