So I didn't actually stop working on this, I just got really lazy in updating and writing it. I'm going to try and get it all put up eventually but updates will be infrequent.
I don't own Borderlands. (But you knew that already)
Captain and the Hunter Chapter IV
"Scarlett you have to stay still."
"Well I'm sorry for being apprehensive about you poking around in my leg with a pair of pliars."
Captain Scarlett and Sir Hammerlock, having narrowly avoided being killed by the mutinous crew of Scarlett's ship, had traveled to the grotto underneath Oasis. After Sandman's death Scarlett had begun preparing it for use as a sort of hideout in case she ever needed to lay low somewhere. As was currently the case.
"Well if I don't take it out now it could mess with the mechanism and your leg would suddenly lock up and the damage would become far more permanent. If I remove the bullet now I believe that I'll be able to fix it using some local parts seeing as I am more than capable of fixing robotic parts such as these."
"I have no doubt that you're capable of fixing it, however I do have doubt in your ability to do it relatively painlessly."
"The thing is made of metal for the Angel's sake! How much could it possibly hurt?"
"It's a quality replacement and it has more than a few nerves wired into it thank you."
"Fine then." He said getting up.
"Wait! Hammerlock where are you going?"
"I'm going to go get something that might help with your problem."
He walked over to the skiff and procured a bottle from a compartment underneath the floor.
"Here." He said tossing it to Scarlett.
She caught the bottle and looked at the label.
"Maliwan Black Label." She read aloud. "And how exactly will this help me?"
"Drink some! A little Dutch courage to help you get through the operation."
"Good enough." She said with a shrug.
She tilted her head back and took a gulp of the liquid. She swallowed it and then had a short coughing fit.
"Strong stuff." She said.
"True. But I assure you it works wonders. Now about your leg..."
Hammerlock grabbed a pair of pliers and got to work. Scarlett winced in pain a couple of times as he rummaged around in her leg. A took quite awhile but eventually Hammerlock succeeded.
"Ah-ha!" He exclaimed.
He pulled out the pliers, the bullet held between them.
"That wasn't so difficult was it?"
"This stuff is really good you know." Scarlett said, ignoring the question.
"Scarlett?"
"Mhhm?"
"How much of that bottle did you drink?"
She turned the bottle upside down.
"All of it."
"Excellent." He said sarcastically. "I suppose you're lacking in hand eye coordination, or any sort of coordination for that matter, right now as a result?"
She tried to stand up and then promptly fell back down to the ground.
"Well that answers that. You, my dear, are drunk. Also you have a pathetic tolerance to alcohol if I may make the observation."
"I'm not drunk! I'm just sort of tipsy... A bit... And I can definitely handle a few drinks!"
She attempted to stand again to prove her point, but only managed to stumble around a bit and then fell to the ground again.
"Scarlett you're drunk."
"Ok, you're right." She admitted. "I'm drunk."
"As if it wasn't bad enough that you're crippled until I can fix up your leg."
"What do you mean? I thought you just fixed it?"
"I only removed the bullet. There issues within the mechanism, related to the damage caused by said bullet. I'll have to get parts to fix them when we go to Oasis tomorrow. Until then you'll have some small amount of trouble moving it."
"Well that's great." She said sarcastically. "What I'm I supposed to do now that I can't walk?"
"You can walk just fine. At least until the mechanism inevitably locks up on you. Right now all of your impaired mobility is the result of too much Maliwan Black Label."
"Well in that case, seeing as I'm unable to walk, why don't you sit down? We're not going anywhere."
"I suppose you're right." He said, and sat down next to the Captain.
"So," he said. "How are you?"
"My crew abandoned me, stole my ship, my life's work is down the drain, a bullet just crippled my leg, I'm hiding in a grotto underneath a desert, and I'm apparently really drunk." She said. "What about you?
"Well, I'm stuck in a grotto under Oasis with a drunken, depressed, former captain, who's complaining about all of her worldly problems to me."
"Sounds awful." Scarlett said, apparently not realizing that he was referring to her.
"You don't know the half of it..."
