Two years later…
Be someone completely different.
You are now someone completely different! You are on a bus, on your way to the Vault Hunter city of New Sanctuary. It is here that adventurers of all colors have come to search for the alien Vaults; for treasure, adventure, and glory!
But who cares about all that? Certainly not you. You are far too busy thinking about your past, for some reason! You are native to Pandora, and as natives go, not too mentally or physically malformed. You wear a black bomber-jacket, ragged jeans, fingerless gloves. and a bandana pulled up from your neck to your nose. Your hair is black and grey, probably form the extreme stress you are under on a daily basis, and your eyes are an icy blue. Oh yeah, your name! Can't forget that, it's the only thing you have left from your old life! Drax. Yes, Drax is your name. You were born into the Crusher Bandit Clan, but Handsome Jack did away with them very early in your life. You were only ten when you watched your Clansmen get what was coming to them. Since then you were taken in by a new clan, called the Vanguards. Yeah, the Vanguards are bandits, but a different breed. They only slaughter other Bandit clans. They trade a lot with merchants and even New Sanctuary, but have made no attempt to integrate with them, until now.
Even though the Vanguards are trying to put you on the straight and narrow, mostly by giving you tons of chores and dangerous assignments, you still continue to live up to your heritage as a Crusher. You try to hold back (sometimes), but most of the time you end up brutally murdering anyone who so much as looks at you funny. Despite that, your smart mouth, and your attitude, the woman who found you as a ten-year-old still treats you like her flesh and blood. She is probably the sole reason you weren't kicked out. Or killed.
But instead of being banished or executed, you were sent on a mission to make contact with the Vault Hunter's Guild of New Sanctuary. Your only tools are a rifle and a pistol, both of which you had to build yourself, and an echo device with the Bandit Backup on speed dial. You had the genius idea of using a tin-can to get a bigger clip in your rifle, and using a bottle for a scope.
You snap out of your thoughts when you feel the bus rock back and forth. "What the hell is going on up there?" You shout to the driver.
"Hit a skag, sorry, pal," he shouts back.
Stupid muts. Always in the way. You go stare out the window. The terrain is changing rapidly. The forest that you are so accustomed to living in is changing to a grassy plain. Being the asshole you are, you assess your surroundings as if they were a battlefield. Very little cover, no places to hide. It would be great if you had the upper hand, but terrible if you didn't. Luckly, you'd be able to see any threat coming from miles away.
You yawn loudly and your eyes slowly shut. As you drift off into the darkness of sleep, you dream of gunfire and alien Vaults. You begin to dream of what could be in the Vaults. You heard all the stories. Guns, money, women, alien monster and tentacles. But you want to see one for yourself!
Your dream is disturbed when something brushes your shoulder, rather forcefully. You open your eyes to see a man with an SMG standing over you, gun barrel pointed at your left eye. "Get the fuck up," the guy says. So much for being able to see a threat.
You just roll your eyes and casually push his gun to the side. "Let me get some sleep, will you?" You close your eyes and turn away from him.
"Don't you ignore me!" The guy loses a bullet into your head. Of course, your shield catches it and shatters immediately, making a loud cracking noise and instantly snaps you to attention.
"I can't even get a wink of sleep!" You turn around and punch the bandit in the nose, and a geyser of blood explodes from both nostrils as the bone completely shatters under the force of your knuckles. He falls over, screeching in pain, shouting someone's name to help him. That's when you realise the gunfire you dreamt about was real, and your mind was simply playing a trick to keep you asleep. The bus driver had been shot, and the bandit's clansmen were outside waiting for him. When they heard his scream, one came in to help. "Shit."
You jump back into your seat, using the thick backing of the seat in front of you as a bullet shield as the second bandit opens fire. You grab your pistol and check your ammo. Only two shots. Outside you can see five bandits, plus the two in the bus with you. Think, Drax, think! Got it. You press a few buttons on your echo and call in your backup. Immediately overhead you hear the special Vanguard Teleporters whir to life. Vanguards use wormhole technology to teleport buzzards and troops all over the Galaxy. A buzzard flies overhead and drops down a Knight (basically a guy with a sword and suit of armor), a Bruiser, and a Soldier (a standard bandit). They land on top of the bus and open fire as the buzzard retreats to a safe distance, ready to take them back to the base if they get injured. The knight drops down to start hacking with his sword.
So the problem outside is taken care of, but this skag-lick in the bus is still shooting. You look around for anything to help. They guy you just knocked out moans and writhes around, drawing your attention. His SMG is a Tedior. That is an idea. You stand up and fire both of your pistol shots, causing the bandit to duck. In the time he spends getting out of the way, you grab the SMG, stepping on the first bandit's face, for good measure. You toss the gun instead of shooting it, and the digi-structor tech beeps inside. The gun lands at the second bandit's feet, before promptly exploding, killing him instantly. You step on the first guy's head again to make sure he stays down, before looting both bandit's corpses for cash and ammo.
You step outside the bus, where your Vanguard brothers are paying their respects to the dead. "Thanks for the help, guys. Now get going," You say, patting the Bruizer on the back.
"You can always call on us, Drax," The knight says. They climb the drop-ladder up to the buzzard and teleport back to the base.
You loot the rest of the bandits that were just slaughtered and walk back onto the bus. The driver is dead, so you guess you have to drive yourself. How hard can it be?
Turns out, pretty hard. You crash into a lot of things, even though you are in a grass field and have almost nothing to crash into! But the bus, like all Pandoran-made cars, is sturdy as hell, and took the beating you gave it. Before long, you ran out of gas.
"Damnit, damnit, damnit, DAMNIT!" You stomp around and kick the bus. After a few far more colorful choices in diction, you grab as much supplies as you can carry and start to hoof it. You whine and complain as you walk, to really no one in particular. The sun starts to set, and night-time on Pandora is a no time to be walking around. You need to find some place to camp. Shelter would be nice, but a fire is a must.
You set everything down and look through your digital inventory for anything to set a fire with. The most you find is a kerosene lantern, a lighter and a blanket. Good enough. You set the lantern on the ground and light it, and wrap yourself in the blanket with your now fully-loaded pistol pressed against your chest. As the dusk falls around you, the fear of Pandora's creatures grips you like the very hand of death.
Nights on Pandora are cold as the arctic. The chill can creep into your bones and never leave your core, staying with you until it eventually swallows you. Good thing echo devices have climate control inside shields! You're toasty as a psycho on fire. Okay, maybe not that toasty, but the point is that you are comfortably warm in the dead of night. You see a skag meandering toward you. It doesn't appear hostile, it just kind of saunters over and looks at you and your lantern. It lays down and yawns, and you shoot it right in the fucking mouth. "Finally some di-"
But your thought was cut off by several howls in the distance. Good job, bozo, you killed the pup, and now the parents want blood. Hope you're ready to fight.