CLAPTRAP COMPLETE SYSTEM DESTRUCTION IN 14:20:24:48

It took three hours, three tires, a hundred wires poking in and out of Claptrap's systems, seven cans of sodas on Alpha's end, and finally a new table after Alpha accidently collapsed it, but at long last; out rolled from the Crimson Raider's HQ front door came a terrifying machine of four feet armed to the servos with guns, ammo, grenades, and a powerful shield.

Fragtrap had been reborn.

"Hot damn!" Claptrap cheered as he twirled around a Maggie and a Harold. "I'm back in business baby! Claptrap the Fragtrap is here to kick all asses big and small!"

"Sweet." Alpha sighed over the ECHO. "But those asses aren't getting kicked if you're standing around."

"Onwards!" Claptrap hollered as he raced off fullspeed towards the Quick-Travel station. The scared citizens of Sanctuary had finally left their homes by now and were asking each other what went down. The Crimson Raiders were cleaning up the mess left behind by the cloud invaders and calming the citizens from panicking. But when the masses saw the short machine wielding two legendary guns, their reaction was a mixture of confusion, mockery, half-hearted cheers and shrugs. With the pleasant thought that the Crimson Raiders would handle things while he was off saving the Vault Hunters. He strolled into Pierce Station and accessed the Quick Travel Tower…

"Wait, where do I go?" Claptrap asked. The sound of someone slapping his forehead with a ruler came over the ECHO.

"All right…" Alpha fumed. "Despite all the awesome things I've done to you, you still won't be able to handle much on your own. Your equipment will carry you somewhere, but you're still going to need some help. I'm going to look up if there's anyone who hasn't been captured and can fight…" Claptrap decided to go to Thousand Horns for now and get back into the swing of things by shooting bandits. Brick wouldn't mind, his Slabs were assholes after all.

"Well, Nisha and Wilhem are deader than dead…" Alpha remarked as Claptrap fumbled over his shotgun, trying to jam in the shells to reload it while a psycho jumped on top on the machine. "…Can't find that other Jack, he sure did vanish after Elpis…" Claptrap nodded (Well, nodded as best as his box-body could) as he pistol-whipped a midget in the face. "…Lady Aurelia was last seen in Candlerakk's Crag farming Voracidous, apparently looking for a Hawk Eye rifle according to her well-written blog…" Claptrap grunted as he waited behind a rock for a Badass Marauder to stop firing a almost-seemingly stream of scorching hot bullets. "…hmm…so I can't find a old Vault Hunter. Guess I'll go looking for some super powerful individual…"

"Huzzah!" A very battered and ammo-depleted Claptrap announced. "I found a blue." He held up a low-leveled weapon with a blue tag, but with far less favorable stats of his current weaponry.

"Why are you bad at this?" Alpha sighed. "You should be mowing these suckers down with a single pull of a trigger. These guys are a lot of levels lower than you…"

"It's probably a combination of jetlag, old age, and it's been a long time since I used a gun." Claptrap assumed as he tossed the weapon over behind him and off into the deep valley below.

"Claptrap." Alpha blankly stated. "You're a machine. I just hotwired you to use guns again; you should be performing the same way you did on Elpis!"

"Well, my memory is more shot-up than a target after a Gunzerker armed with two legendary Jakobs shotguns…" Claptrap trailed off as he noticed a unusually red-colored butterfly flitter past his single eye. "Oooh!" Claptrap rolled forward to follow the butterfly through the rocky cliffs and off one such one to continue following the butterfly. "Ah, I lost it!" Claptrap moaned as he reappeared at a New-U station. "I think it might have been a Strawberry Flapper…"

"Actually a Crimson Killer…" Alpha politely corrected before once more bellowing into a rant, "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I KNEW THAT LETTING YOU RUN ABOUT WAS THE STUPDIEST IDEA I EVER HAD, AND I TRIED TO CREATE A MACHINE THAT TURNS CHEESE INTO WHATEVER YOU WANTED IT TO BE!"

"That sounds awesome!" Claptrap ignored the insult in favor of appreciation of something the man just described of something equal to the insult.

"It would have been awesome if the damn thing didn't instead create moldy cheese and the item I wished to make turned into some bizarre piece of so-called modern art." Alpha groaned. A few noises sounding like flesh meeting flabbier flesh with a fresh smack before Alpha continued with a direct tone. "So it looks like you need some serious help. I found one such person, hiding out in the old fort in the Tremble Tumble Mountain. I'm linking the Fast Travel system to send you there, but it's going to be a long walk up. And you might have to deal with a few traps and monsters up there, but I think you can make it…" Alpha stopped and accessed Claptrap's eye to get a first person view. "No, no, not off the cliff!"

"But the Crimson Killer…!"

"No, get back to the Fast Travel. And go to the Mountain Outpost, that's the closest Fast Travel in the area near the person that might be able to help us. And please…let me do the talking."

"What's this person like?" Claptrap asked as he nonchalantly turned around and left a grenade for a wounded Badass Psycho to suck on as he motored back to the Fast Travel Station. A loud boom and a satisfying

"Got no name nor even a online presence outside of sightings. Just some random scrawny figure in a ratty cloak going about and shooting people in the face. Wears a huge gas mask and takes whatever money…it finds. No idea of gender." Alpha read off what he could find. "Again, let me do the talking. We don't want to piss off this person, and we don't want to kill this person as well!"

"Okay." Claptrap cheered as he once more accessed the Fast Travel Station and selected the place mentioned before. A flash of blue and white and he found himself staring out to a view of a long and dry desert at seven thousand feet. Claptrap screamed out loud and jumped back, only for him to lean over a second drop on the small platform where the Fast Travel Station had been placed. At least he didn't go over the ledge like in Thousand Cuts and Claptrap quickly raced back onto safe ground and onto the only path up the mountain. "Could have warned me about that!"

"But I thought you liked going over cliffs." Alpha sneered with a hoarse chuckle.

Claptrap went silent as he went the path upwards towards the fort built within and carved out of the mountain side. Originally built for a Jakobs outpost, a rash of nasty Rock Rakks swarmed all around the base and made living nigh impossible even for the most seasoned veteran. With the Rakks quickly became the least troublesome monster living in the mountain area, the place had become a no man's land in a entire world made up of those places.

But as Claptrap discovered as he rounded up the first bend of the mountain road, the place had become quiet. Bloody quiet. Several sharp logs (Where did those come from?) strewn about the area had the mangled corpses of the fear-bearing monsters pieced upon them, creating a tunnel that carried a simple message…"Leave or die." But Claptrap slowly wheeled through the path, trying not to think of the person who took the time to kill and set up this little museum of gruesome taxidermy. Even Alpha didn't remark about anything, not wanting to speak out loud and put Claptrap into danger.

He didn't need to; the person who now lived in the fort above had placed a camera near the Fast Travel Station in case some fool decided to come after her. She didn't have the knowledge nor the strong firepower to remove the station, and she wanted the practice anyway. Calmly laying the rifle down on the rocky balcony of the vantage point, she positioned herself on one knee and looked down the scope. A slight groan vibrated out of her throat as she noticed the intruder in her view. One squeeze of the trigger, and a sharp bullet flew through the empty air and slammed into the ground in front of the Claptrap unit.

But instead of running back like a coward he was, Claptrap decided to roll ahead anyway. If he had teeth, they would be chattering like mad. But as his sniper fired off multiple shots in a single foot area around Claptrap as he moved, something overwhelming flowed all throughout Claptrap and kept him from running away. To a machine, something 'overflowing' would destroy it, but this was more figuratively than literally. Claptrap hid behind a large rock for cover. The sniper grabbed a second rifle as opposed to reloading and giving her target a chance to get any additional ground.

He didn't know it just yet, but Claptrap had become the last hope for all of Pandora. Claptrap just assumed that once the Vault Hunters were taken, but in reality he become just that. Bravery fueled him to keep going and not fall back to Sanctuary. Tightly gripping his gun with one hand, he pulled out a grenade and tossed it around the rock. The sniper quickly sent a single bullet into the projectile, detonating it in the air. The billowing cloud of smoke gave Claptrap a chance to quickly advance around the rock and further up the mountain.

But not being that stupid, the sniper switched to a rocket launcher with homing capabilities. Switching to a different weapon and letting the air settle gave Claptrap a false sense of security, causing him to move forward freely on the straight path. With a small choking laugh, the sniper fired off two shots; one to mislead and the other to get the kill. Claptrap noticed the first rocket and nearly panicked. "Shoot it!" Alpha commanded and Claptrap did so; raising his SMG and unleashing a torrent of bullets into the rocket, exploding it in mid-flight. But the second rocket came down onto a celebrating Claptrap, causing the ground to explode into a tower of burned dirt, flame and smoke. The sniper couldn't help but smile as she tossed aside the smoking gun.

And in doing so, made a fatal mistake. Making sure the target died. Claptrap's shield broke indeed from the impact, but his high health value saved him from dying there. With the sniper gone, Claptrap took his time going up the fort's steps, wanting to surprise his attacker.

Jumping out of the shadows with a pistol raised towards the sniper, Claptrap nearly dropped his gun in surprise, but retighten his grip once he saw the revolver on a nearby table within the reach of the sniper's right arm. "Relax." The sniper groaned, admitting defeat. "I can't reach it without turning around." She reached with her left arm and lifted the right side of the cloak to show a complete lack of a right arm. Not even a stub, the entire arm had been removed completely. "I have a lot to thank you for, Fragtrap."

"But you're missing a entire arm, Nisha!"

"It was sarcasm, you damn metal puppy!"