CLAPTRAP COMPLETE SYSTEM DESTRUCTION IN 14:08:07:06
They were about ready just to faint right there on the spot. The past eight hours were some of the most tiring, most physically and mentally exhausting, and most BORING times of their lives. They did stupid side-quests that offered more than this. Nisha and Claptrap dragged their bodies into one of the many pockets of oasis in the middle of the barren rocky desert.
"This is so stupid." Nisha growled as she rolled out her sleeping bag. "I never have before regret so much in my entire life." Instead of doing the normal thing and going inside in the bag, she just flopped down on top of it. "And I once donated to a 'Cute Animal' charity…and I couldn't rob the till."
"Cheer up!" Claptrap sang out as he retracted his wheel and arms inside of his body, ready for sleep mode. "At least you get to live a life longer than two weeks!"
"If I don't get myself killed out here first." Nisha bemoaned under her breath. She managed to get the energy to roll around and face the sky. At least the milky blue sky offered up a nice look at what stars illuminated the Pandora sky. Nisha admitted, only to herself, that the starry sky was by far the best thing Pandora had to offer. Then again, most planets out there could not only offer this view, but with more stars and more fantastical astrological effects. Hey, take what you can get.
The view did make Nisha a bit more contemplative so she asked Claptrap, "You really dying in two weeks time?"
A weird electronical sigh emitted out of the robot's literal voice box before he spoke with, "Yep. I'm so old and so passé that I can't be properly repaired. Alpha gave me this counter." He then showed his red light counter. It showed that he had three-hundred and forty-four hours remaining. "Once that hits zero, my entire system will lock up and my entire race shall become extinct."
Nisha almost spoke out loud 'good riddance!' but decided it would be bad taste, even for her. "That sucks." Was her more refined response.
"Yup." Claptrap smacked his fake lips. "Sucky." He then jumped back up onto his wheel and started to go into a small rant, something that constantly-annoyed one-armed woman wanted to hear at this point and time. "But you know what? Even though there's no hope for me or my product line's survival, I'm going out with a bang! I just used my first day of my last few to be reborn as a combat unit, reunite with a old friend and took down a powerful bandit leader!"
"I'll give you the first two...barely" Nisha whispered to her before speaking in a normal voice. "Claptrap? I know you got a lot on your mind, but I need rest. Still human after all." She pretended to wave the arm that no longer existed.
"Oh right." Claptrap responded by once more retracting his wheel inside of him to go into sleep-mode. With the air finally quiet, Nisha closed her eyes and her tired body made her drift off into slumber. Claptrap activated sleep mode and he too slumbered off into the night. By his calculations, Claptrap figured that they were about a day and a half away from the Marshes. Knowing that human adults only required about eight hours of rest, Claptrap set his internal clock to wake them up exactly that time later.
And so passed the first day in the last few of Claptrap's. It ended with him being given a death sentence (As previously mentioned constantly), going on a long adventure to save his friends (Some of who would rather be tortured than to spend a minute with Claptrap), recruiting a old ally (One of those people that wanted to be tortured) dealing with a bandit leader (For the most part), and navigating a dangerous wasteland. (The one cool thing he actually did.)
All in all, a good day.