Sins of Years Passed
Chapter 4
For those who are listening or even reading this, depending on what medium of this survives. My name is Lincoln Loud, a man of many titles. Some call me their brother, son, friend, comrade and hero of the people.
This recording or document is to serve as both a chronical of my many adventures and a confession to my multitude of sins and misdeeds. Those who call me a hero are only one side of a coin, there being people who curse my name like I am the devil incarnate.
Where do I start?
When I first came to pandora, the desolate shithole that is was a few years after the fall of Handsome Jack and Hyperion. The planet had fractured into a large conglomerate of factions
Fyrestone, Sanctuary, The Gaels, Bilgewater, The Eridum Wastes, Mundonia, Opportunity, Mundonia… ugh, that name makes me sick. The federation, British, Arabia, UNCSC, Orks and god knows what other factions. It's been a very long time, my memories of events back then are not great
It was a place where one does not have a shortage of enemies, hell getting to the actual planet was like fighting through a warzone. Massive fleets did battle between the planet and it's moon of pandora. Damn near got blow out of the sky.
This was the period in time that has been titled The First Pandora War, basically their version of WW1 but much bloodier and much more brutal. The rules of war didn't mean jack fuckin diddly in this place, shit went down that would have made Adolf Hitler shit his pants.
The two major nations at the heart of this bloodshed, were Fyrestone and Mundonia. I was lucky enough to land in the former rather than the latter, even on the outskirts. Unfortunate that the village I landed in was the one under siege by Mundonian troops.
The Mundish people are the vilest, manipulative, self-serving, loathsome, degenerate vermin in the entire galaxy. They will stop at nothing to get what that what and will rape, slaughter, defile in ways unimaginable to human perception.
When I landed in that village, the abhorrent acts being preformed still haunt my dreams to this day. But it was also this day that I met a man, the antithesis of the Mundish way of existence. The man was Thaddeus Labab, my mentor. The man is a Crusader of Justice and Vault Hunter. He also acts as the Police, Ambulance, Judge, Chief Medical Officer and often a babysitter of the more unstable of my colleagues.
I was a young man of only twenty-one when I landed, the greenest of green when it comes to combat. Douglas MacArthur said "The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war"
Some nights I still pray, hoping I can forget. I do not make any claims to be a good man, I have spilt far too much blood to even beg for forgiveness. I do not pray for a forgiveness like the churches say you should. I pray for a chance to redeem myself for my failures and the death I have caused.
But I also pray for a chance to stick the dismembered head of Lawrence Mundy on a fucking pike while I tear his guts out and feed them to his fucking children. As the creators as my witnesses as my witness, I will catch the murderer of my family or I will destroy myself trying.
Lincoln Loud, signing off
Lincoln closes his leather-bound journal, letting out a soft sigh. His hand shakes as he tries to steady himself, his fingernails digging into the palm of his hand. He winces in pain as he opens his desk draw, pulling out a small bottle of whisky.
Luna moves through the house, almost breaking out into a run few times. She ignores her sisters protest as she barrels past them, the more observant ones don't question her when the catch a glimpse of tears in her eyes. They know exactly where she is heading, none of them blame her for leaning on their brother.
She stops at the door to her brother's room, raising her hand to knock on the door. She hears her brother's-tired voice coming from behind the closed door, asking for her to wait a moment. She can hear rustling coming from behind the door, the door opening a moment later.
"Luna? What's wrong?" Lincoln asks, his fatigue seeming to vanish upon seeing his distraught sister. He turns to face her, closing the drawer to hide his bottle of whisky
"I'm sorry to disturb you Linc but… I really need to talk. Ever since Sam and I split up after the fire, some nasty rumours have been going around. Normally they wouldn't get me but…With Dad's death…I can't deal with it anymore" She says, crying against Lincoln's shoulder
He wraps a comforting hand around her shoulder, humming soothing words into her ear. He brings her into his room, kicking dirty clothes out of way. The following months since their mom's death have been trying on the loud family, none more than Lincoln as he tries to keep the family together. Acting as both the authority figure, breadwinner, and babysitter
"Luna, who has been spreading these rumours?" Lincoln says in a serious tone
"I dunno, Hawk and Hank, I think. I really don't…" She says, tearing up again
"Luna, I promise you. I will take care of this right away, they won't bother you again" He says, giving his sister a hug "Promise me you won't let this get to you anymore. Promise me that you won't do anything stupid, alright?"
She looks up at him with misty eyes, a smile on her face. She gives her little brother a forehead kiss, pulling her into a hug. Luna feels her heart begin to go a mile a minute, her mind finally catching up.
"Thanks Lincoln, You're the best. I promise that I won't do anything stupid" Luna says with a chuckle, thinking her brother is being dramatic
"Anything for my girls, Now if you'll excuse me I've got some business to attend to. Catch you later Luna" He says, walking out of his room with a purpose.
Luna chuckles, standing from the bed. When had she sat down, she didn't know. She goes to leave the room, spotting an old, battered leather journal sitting on her brother's desk. He minds ways the options of whether she should peek in the book or not.
After a minute, curiosity gets the better of her. She opens the book, now glimpsing into an alternate future for her. But a past for her brother.
A/N - Hello and Thank you for reading this, hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you guys have any suggestions for what I should write on, let me know. you can leave your comments, question or criticism in a review or PM.
This story will be rated m and maybe changed later depending on where I take the story and maybe from suggestions from you guys. Thank you for the outstanding amount of votes for this story, It helps to know what you guys want.
Review Time
He23t: I dunno why I picked Axton, maybe because he's my most played class. But yeah, He does make me think a lot of Axton meets Punisher. Loudcest is up to you guys, I will if there is a high demand for it. Also Thanks
Nuuo: I am gay and proud of it, I'm here and queer get use to it XD. Anyway, jokes aside. No, he's not a FF writer. Not that I haven't tried to get him to write stories of his own. He has helped me in some of my much older stories when I was just starting out.
As for the rest of your review, Legendary is not the highest you can get. That's Pearlescent, which is cyan colour. Also, I agree that Borderlands treats gun weirdly. Also, the shield still would be able to be depleted with enough shots. So, he's not invincible, just very tough. With his class mod, he would put Special forces to utter shame. He's an expert in many different forms of combat and trained by the best tactician and military leader in the universe. Yes, he has skills and possibly sentries but I dunno. Also, with the Damage thing, hell if I now. I'm making it up as I go along. I kind of just copied and pasted the states of the class mod n shit.
BattleUnit9: Pandora style means a lot of blood is gonna be shed and Big Daddy has nothing on Lincoln. Also, thanks for the quote, I dunno if it was said by somebody but I credited you anyways. So thanks again.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't forget to leave to questions, comments, criticisms and such in a review for me to read. I will be sure to address it in the next chapter's author's note.
Ciao for now my friends.