A/N: I make a lot of references to other games and movies. Couldn't fit them all into the description, the biggest crossover here is BL2/Halo

Loving a Siren

Chapter One

Stepping off the bus.

"Three day bus ride. Glad we're finally here." A larger man sitting behind me said as the convoy of busses and armored security vehicles came to a stop. I grabbed my back pack and my conventional M4 assault rifle. I stepped off the bus, shook off the drowsiness from sitting for long and double checked that the safety was off on my rifle and made sure I had ammo in my mag.

A man who appeared to be military stepped off the bus right behind me. "You must be UNSC, uniform gives it away." He said making me jump. "You're pretty far from your home galaxy aren't you, friend?" He asked. I flipped around and stuck my rifle to his neck slamming him against the bus. "Let's make one thing clear, I'm not your friend." Seemingly unfazed he asked me, "Where you headed?" I glared at him. "Sanctuary, guy named Roland might have some work for me. What's it to ya?" He chuckled. "What's so fucking funny?" He pulled out his dog tags and showed me his name.

I lowered my rifle and lit a cigarette. "Ha, figures. Thirty seconds with my boots on the ground and I'm threatening the guy I'm trying to get work from. UNSC Corporal Michaelson, or at least I was." I said putting out my hand. He shook it, "Crimson raiders will be here any minute to pick me up. We're actually down a few security personnel. Your first job will be to protect the convoy if you're interested. Five hundred dollars and all you gotta do is make sure nobody tries to jack us within the ten miles we have to go." A truck roared up leading a convoy of three others. I jumped in the bed.

Another soldier sitting next to me looked at my rifle. "What's with the antique?" I saw what appeared to be a wolf a few hundred yards away. "Five hundred yards, we're moving at approximately twenty five miles an hour." I squeezed the trigger, the animal dropped like a sac of potatoes. The soldier just smiled and sat back.

"Bandit technical!" Someone yelled. I jumped up and looked. "Three occupants, all armed, basic six by six supply truck." I mumbled to myself. I reached in my back and pulled out a 25mm grenade. "Explosive out!" I hollered. Five seconds later the grenade contacted with the under carriage causing the shell to explode and force the vehicle to roll. "Looks like my money is well spent." Roland said looking back into the truck bed. I sat back down and lit another cigarette. "Same shit, different day." I said as I leaned back and pulled my hat down.

Ten minutes later we pulled in front of a gate that looked like it would withstand a direct shot from the Pillar of Autumn's main cannon. After the gate screeched open we pulled through and everyone unloaded. Roland walked over. "Here's payment for what you did to that bandit truck." He said handing me my money. "Over there." He said pointing at a giant mechanical shop. "Is Scooter's garage. He'll give you a place to sleep, and lend you a vehicle whenever you need one. I'll send one of my raiders to get you if I have anymore work for you." He said before walking down a side street.

I walked in to find a redneck country boy passed out in a lawn chair. "Hey." I said as I walked towards him. "Wha? Huh?" He said as he woke up. Then he noticed my rifle. "You won't take me alive you dirty hyperion sum bitch!" He yelled jumping up and grabbing a rather large wrench. "Wait wait! I work for Roland!" He stopped dead in his tracks. "You a vault hunter?" I shook my head. "A mercenary, I just arrived from Earth, a planet in a galaxy about 75 billion light years from here." I said unstrapping my pack and setting it on the ground before sitting down and leaning against it. "No shit? What part of Earth?" He asked. "USA, Miami to be more specific." I said lighting a cigarette. "Now you gotta be kiddin'. Cause my brother is one of them crime investigator fellas there." He said with a god awful accent. "A detective?" I asked. "Yeah, his name is Ricky." He added. "Never met him. Listen, I need a drink, got a bar around here?" I asked as I stripped off my tactical armored vest and put it in my bag. "Uh yea, take this road out here north a couple a blocks and turn left, block later you'll find Moxxi's." He said. "Thanks, I'll be back for my bag in a bit." I said slinging my rifle over my shoulder. Even though it seemed like the CRs had this city locked down I didn't want to be caught in an exchange of hot lead without my M4.

I followed the direction's Scooter gave me and came on an old western style saloon. I sat down at the bar and a women with rather large tits walked over. "Ooh a strapping young soldier man." She said, obviously just swooning for a tip. "Give me a glass of whiskey and leave the bottle." I said handing her a fifty.

As I finished my first glass a woman walked up and sat down next to me. "Moxxi, glass of whiskey." The bar maid looked over. "Sorry hun. Soldier boy just bought the last bottle until tomorrow. I chuckled and lit a cigarette. "Well, looks like we have a small problem here." The surprisingly well armed woman said. "How's that?" I asked still not turning my head. "I've got a big job in about twenty minutes and I want a drink first." She replied with an edge to her voice. I chuckled. "I'm just fucking with you." I said reaching behind the bar and grabbing another glass. "So what's this big job?" I asked just trying to make conversation. "Roland wants me to find some bandit named Firehawk.

My jaw dropped. "No fucking way." I mumbled. "What?" The woman asked. "I'll be right back." I said handing her the bottle of whiskey and sprinting back to Scooter's garage. "Hey, it's mister mercenary." Scooter said as I burst through the door and put my vest and all of my gear back on. "Scooter, I need a truck ready when I come back." I said as I burst back into the street and ran back to Moxxi's. I found the woman. "If you're going to find the Firehawk then I'm coming with." I said popping a fresh magazine into my rifle. "There's not a snow ball's chance in hell I'm letting you come with." She replied matter-of-factly. I dug in my pocket and pulled out all the money I had on me. "Seven hundred dollars. That's all I've got." She looked at me. "Keep the money. Go to Marcus Munitions two blocks from here, by yourself a shield generator and an echo 12 communicator with a HUD. You should have just enough. Meet me at Scooter's as soon as you're done." She replied obviously annoyed even though I had no idea why.

I ran to the shop she said and was quick, ten minutes later I was getting the keys for the truck I'd asked Scooter for and we were on our way.

Come hell or high water I had to reach the Firehawk.