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Holy shit, people! Twenty fucking chapters! When I first started this I wasn't sure I'd make it to freaking double digits, let alone this! Break out the party poppers people! I'm going to celebrate with a fresh batch of fun new characters for you all to (hopefully) enjoy reading about.

All non-canon characters except Phase belong to me.

Disclaimer: Time to get shit done…

Chapter 20: The Mutual Acquaintance

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" The boy swore over and over again as he dived into a trench to avoid the blizzard of bullets aimed at him. He frantically reloaded the Torgue shotgun in his hands, unaware of an even closer danger. He looked up as the Badass Psycho's laughter reached his ears, but by then he was too late to save himself; the Psycho already had his arm drawn back to smash his weapon, a large pipe, into the boy below him.

But just because the boy couldn't save himself doesn't mean someone else couldn't save him. A figure hit the psycho at chest height, getting a grip on the crazed bandit's mask and unloading a machine pistol into his face. As the magazine clicked empty they leapt off, a golden jetpack digistructing from a panel on their back and igniting to carry them away. Half a second later a Runner power slid into the Psycho and sent him flying. During all this, all the boy could do was stare in shock.

He jumped as the driver of the Runner honked, looking over to see a dark-gloved hand gesturing for him to climb on. After only a second's hesitation he clambered on board, dropping into the turret seat behind the massive machine gun. He quickly set to work, mowing down the Psychos charging the vehicle and perforating any Marauders stupid enough to come out of cover. The driver revved the engine, and that was the only warning he the boy in the turret seat got before the vehicle shot forward, its nitro already active.

The blasted out of the camp, the corpses of three Psychos too dumb or too slow to dodge falling off the hood, and shot off across the dunes of the Dust. When they were a safe distance from the camp the driver slowed to a stop. Silence settled over them until, with a clang someone latched onto the bar surrounding the turret seat.

"Shit!" He yelled, going for his digistruct unit. He froze as a machine pistol came to rest on the bridge of his nose.

"Please don't. I'd hate to have to shoot you after going to all that effort to save your ass." A feminine voice said, amused.

Up until that point the boy had been going cross-eyed staring at the gun barrel on his face. But now he shifted his gaze to the woman holding the gun. She had vibrant pink and blue hair in a windswept pixie cut and sky-blue eyes sparkling with a mirth he hadn't expected. When she saw that he had moved his hands away from his digistruct she smiled and stored her own pistol away. She had a petite figure, covered by a worn, brown aviator jacket wrapped tightly around her upper body and tight black pants. Lightweight but sturdy boots covered her feet and thin gloves protected her hands. A four point harness ran over her shoulders and around under her ribs and she had a digistruct unit on each thigh. A wrap around, transparent visor was positioned over her eyes but she was quick to push it up onto her forehead.

In turn the young woman examined the newest addition to her small group. He had spiked up blond hair with a set of goggles on his forehead and wore a red t-shirt with an orange gear design in the center underneath a black leather jacket. Black tracksuit pants were ripped up on his left leg, revealing the metal that sat in place of flesh and blood. Fyrefly ignored that one; she'd seen far, far stranger and while the mechanic in her craved to know how it was put together she felt it was probably better to get somewhere safer before asking. That didn't mean it was easy for her to resist staring.

"Well, now that all that unpleasantness is out of the way, how 'bout some introductions?" She held out her hand. "I'm Viola Garspodanov, but everyone calls me Fyrefly. And you should to, if you don't want me to shoot you in the knees."

"Uh… I'm Phase. Phase Sciuto." Phase was bit overwhelmed by how quickly she had gone from being ready to shoot him to shaking his hand.

"Huh, interesting name. The guy driving is Blink."

Blink was dressed entirely in a seemingly piecemeal collection of light armor plating, clothes and cloth wrappings, all in shades of black and gray, with multiple small digistruct modules visible all over his body. His hair was also black and mown down to a brush cut. Two scars formed a rough 'X' shape on his right cheekbone and his blue eyes had a hard edge to them. A strange device sat in the centre of his chest. He seemed to be in his late twenties.

"Blink? Seriously?"

"That's what he says his name is. Well, I say 'says' but as far as I can tell he's actually mute."

A message abruptly appeared on their ECHOs. The text simply read, 'Not mute. Oath of Silence.'

"…Seriously?" Phase asked incredulously.

'I do not joke about such serious matters.'

"He does have a sense of humour in there, somewhere. It's a bit dry, but it's there." Fyrefly frowned as their vehicle slowed to a stop. "What the… Hey, what's the hold up?"

"Get out of the car and drop any digistruct modules you're carrying." A voice boomed out.

"Oh, that's why."

On a nearby ridge a figure stood, obviously the source of the demands. The figure wore a dark trench coat and the trio could see a large axe strapped across their back.

"Tch, typical male ego. Always has to show off how strong they are. What a dumbass." Fyrefly commented dryly.

Then the small army of Hyperion Loaders, Surveyors and Engineers crested the hill.

"…Fuck."

"Get out of the truck. Now!" The stranger demanded.

In response Blink undid his harness and stood up in his seat. He then proceeded to flip the speaker off with both hands, all while maintaining a completely neutral expression. Fyrefly burst out laughing as Blink stepped out of the car, typing up a message. A moment later the stranger glanced down at his own ECHO, and then looked at Blink.

"You want to make a deal?"

Blink nodded.

"What kind?"

Blink typed it up again. 'A duel. I win, we go free. You win, we cooperate.'

"How do we decide the winner?" The man asked, though he thought he already knew.

'Easy. It's whoever is still breathing afterwards.'

"…All right then. Deal."

Blink typed as he approached. 'Tell your men the conditions. They will let us go if I win.'

The man nodded. "That's fair enough." He turned back to the assembled Hyperion personnel. "You asshats are to let these idiots go if I lose this duel with small, dark and stupid over here. Understand?"

An Engineer stepped forward. "Our orders are to capture by any means necessary sir."

"…War Loader #34581, stand by to receive command."

"STANDING BY."

"Kill that Engineer."

"COMMAND ACKNOWLEDGED." A War Loader promptly unloaded a full salvo from its guns into the hapless Engineer.

"All Loaders stand by to receive command."

"STANDING BY." The Loaders chorused.

"Do not interfere in this duel. Ensure that these people go free this time if I lose."

"COMMAND ACKNOWLEDGED. MISSION PARAMETERS MODIFIED."

'You have honour.' Blink 'said' as he stopped a few meters form the man.

The man shrugged. "It's only fair. So how are we doing this?"

'Blade to blade?' Blink suggested.

"I was more thinking everything goes, but that sounds good too. I haven't had a chance to use my baby in a while." He drew the axe from his back and noticed the admiring look in Blink's eyes. "You like?"

'So few people appreciate close combat except with a shotgun. It's nice to meet someone else who can actually fight with a blade.' Blink admitted, shrugging.

"Well then, let's see if you're any good with one."

Blink didn't bother replying, instead digistructing a short sword in his right hand and a dagger in his left, held underhand.

"Who are you anyway? I like to know who I'm fighting. If it helps, my name's Alcarno." The man sounded almost casual.

There was a moment of perfect stillness before a holographic message lit up above Blink's head. 'I am the silence of the blades. The cries of those who know no voice.' He settled into a combat stance, a black mask digistructing over the lower half of his face. 'I am the Black Avenger. The Silent Executioner.' There was a pause. 'I am Blink.'

Then he charged with an almost frightening speed, sending a sweeping cut at his opponent's head. Alcarno ducked under it and tried to slam the butt of his axe into the smaller fighter's stomach, only to have Blink twist around it and try to stab him with the dagger. He pulled back, and the blade gashed his collarbone instead of slicing his neck open. A boot managed to gain him some breathing room and the two eyed one another.

"Okay, so he's definitely got speed on his side and I doubt those are the only blades he has on him, so disarming him is pointless. I need to limit his movement, cut the speed advantage, and then move in for the kill." All this ran through Alcarno's head in a few seconds. And he knew that Blink was probably forming his own strategies as well.

'He's got power and he's not an idiot. He'll have realised by now that my speed is my strength and he'll probably try to limit it. The question is how he'll do it. Crippling? Unlikely; he'd have to actually hit. So the terrain then. But that's not going to be easy. This place is perfect for me.' Indeed it was. The area they were facing each other was a flat expanse in the Dust, the only nearby obstacles being low lying rocks.

Alcarno slowly began circling to the left, hoping to put the sun behind him and possibly blind Blink. Blink realised what he was doing and started moving parallel to him. With a scowl, Alcarno stopped.

'Did you really think that would work?'

"It was worth a tr-" Alcarno cut himself off as he hurled the throwing knife, that he had unsheathed while walking, at his opponent. Instead of dodging, deflecting or even blocking the attack, Blink let his dagger fizzle out of existence and actually caught the blade in mid-air. He turned it over idly in his hand, feeling the weight of it. Then his eyes met Alcarno's, and the axe man actually shivered at the hard look there.

'I hope you didn't honestly expect that to work, Alcarno. I invented that trick. Or did you forget that, like the time you forgot those minimum collateral orders on Gresinja Prime?'

Alcarno actually stepped back. "How the hell do you know about that?"

'Come now, don't you realise who I am? After all the hints I dropped, you really have no idea?' Blink dropped the throwing knife and pulled out his dagger again. 'Or do you need me to jog your memory?'

There was a long, tense silence before Blink's next message appeared.

'Dark Angel.'

Alcarno took another step back, staring at his opponent with wide eyes. "Not possible. What the hell would the Dark Angel want here?"

'To repay a debt. I owe Genesis Da Omega my life.'

Alcarno's face hardened and he settled himself back into a fighting stance. "Yeah? Well he cost me a lot of blood and a lot of money last time we met, so I can't say I'm his biggest fan."

'Too bad for you. His enemies tend to die.' Before Alcarno could think of a reply Blink "spoke" again. 'Enough talk. End this.'

Then he charged, hurling half a dozen throwing knives at the axe wielder. Alcarno swore as one hit him in the shoulder and drained a quarter of his shield. Elemental knives? Really? The next one he blocked only to discover it was explosive and as he staggered back two more connected, an Incendiary and a Corrosive. He swore as his field finally broke, allowing another blade to embed itself in his shoulder. Thankfully, that one seemed to lack an elemental effect. Unfortunately it also distracted him long enough for Blink to close in. The black clad figure stepped inside Alcarno's range, neutralising the bigger man's reach advantage and preventing him from swinging the axe properly. Then he got to work. Blink was a blur, slashing and cutting at Alcarno. Even when Alcarno managed to knock the dagger from the boy's hand Blink simply digistructed another mid-swing and kept coming. After just twenty seconds Alcarno had half a dozen knives embedded in him, Blink simply digistructing more blades as he went. Finally Blink stabbed his opponent in the wrist, forcing Alcarno to release his axe. A swift boot knocked the axe man to the ground, where he lay, his teeth gritted in pain. Blink stared at him for a few seconds before slowly turning and retrieving the man's axe. As everyone watched he knelt by the man's side and handed him the axe, laying it so that Alcarno's hands held the butt of the weapon and the blade lay at his feet. The axe man gave a weak grin.

"No man should die without his weapon, eh?" He joked weakly.

'You were an honourable fighter, you deserve nothing less.'

Alcarno sighed before saying, "One question."

Blink quirked an eyebrow.

"How the hell do you type those fucking messages without using your hands?"

Blink blinked, surprised at how absurd the situation seemed. He recovered quickly though. 'A specialised neural interface. Very painful to put in but it helps.'

"Ah, very well." Alcarno shifted slightly. "Now, end it."

Blink nodded and unsheathed a long blade. But before putting it to use he leaned close and whispered, "I swore that only the dead will hear my words. Anima eius et animae omnium fidelium defunctorum per Dei misericordiam requiescant in pace." As he spoke he gently lifted Alcarno's head and on the last word he drove his dagger into the base of the axe man's skull. As he removed the blade he used his other hand to close his opponent's eyes. Blink briefly bowed his head and as he did so a particularly ambitious Hyperion Sniper lined up a shot on him. A series of rising whines behind him made him pause…

Blink simply ignored the sound of multiple EXP Loaders going off, practically vaporising the unfortunate Sniper, along with anyone near him. After a few seconds he slowly rose to his feet and stored his blades away, before turning his back on the army and making his way back to the Technical. Phase was in a state of awe, the speed that Blink had moved had been mind-blowing. Fyrefly just chuckled and pushed his jaw up to close his mouth.

Clambering back into the driver's seat and starting the engine, Blink sent a simple message to his two companions.

'Shall we go?'

"Let's." Fyrefly said cheerfully.

"Sounds good." Phase murmured, still slightly shocked by Blink's fight.

"Well then, let's roll!" Fyrefly crowed.

Blink grinned and obliged, flooring it.

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"Hey, I have a question." Phase called over the rushing wind.

"Yeah? What?" Fyrefly gave him a curious look.

"Where are we actually going?"

"Highlands. Apparently there's a flying city called Sanctuary there. It's the stronghold of a resistance group called the Crimson Raiders. We were hoping they could help us find who we're looking for."

"Who are you looking for?"

"A guy by the name of Genesis Da Omega. He's a… mutual friend of ours."

Phase nodded, frowning as he thought over the new information.

'Are you also searching for someone?' Blink's message caught him off guard and it took him a few seconds to respond.

"…Yeah, my sister." He admitted.

Fyrefly sucked in a breath between her teeth. "I hope she knows how to look after herself, kid. This ain't a friendly place."

Phase nodded firmly. "She knows how to fight. I'm… I'm sure she's fine."

Fyrefly slugged him on the arm fondly. "That's the spirit! Who knows, maybe she made it to these Crimson Raiders and she's some sort of badass leader there!"

Phase couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah right! She's good, but I'm not sure she's quite that good. She'd probably just work as a mechanic or something."

'Heads up. We're approaching the Highlands exit.' Blink's message made them sober up quickly, though Fyrefly was still smirking. Phase settled his hands over the turret controls and scanned the area. All was quiet and remained that way until, just as they were about to go over a hill, a vehicle considerably larger than their own and equipped with a Barrel Catapult ramped over the hill and sailed right over their vehicle. Its engine noise had obviously been masked by their own. Phase swung the turret to track them, very nearly dislodging Fyrefly, but the vehicle simply kept going in its original direction. A man in the back wearing a crimson scarf waved at them and they heard him faintly yell, "Sorry!"

"No problem!" Fyrefly yelled back, waving as well. In a normal voice she commented, "It's always nice to know that even here on Pandora there are some people with manners."

Blink twisted in his seat to give her a weird look, along with Phase, before returning to the rather important business of not crashing them into something. In short order they found themselves at the exit to the Highlands. A bandit standing outside a nearby shack called out to them, giving a friendly "Heyo!" in greeting. Fyrefly waved and smiled at him as they rode up to the gate.

'Hit the switch please, Fyrefly.'

"No problem, Blinky."

There was a pause.

'Never, ever call me that again.'

"You realise that now I'm going to call you that, like, all the time now, right?"

'How is it that you can have, what, two, three years on me and yet I am infinitely more mature than you?'

"Because I know that life can go bad in a split second, so I have to savour the moment." Fyrefly's tone was solemn as she said this and they were all silent as the gate rattled open and they began their journey to the Highlands.

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"Hm, Overlook…" Fyrefly read the piecemeal sign as Blink brought their Runner to a stop.

"Seems nice enough." Phase commented.

'Out of curiosity, what were your thoughts before entering that bandit camp we saved you from?' Blink asked.

"…Fuck you, Blink."

The black-clad fighter just smiled smugly.

"Regardless of his track record, I agree with the squirt on this one." Fyrefly proclaimed cheerfully, ignoring Phase's indignant protest at her reference to him.

The trio clambered out their vehicle and made their way into the town, Blink having to grab Fyrefly by the collar and drag her along to prevent her heading straight for the nearby bar once she spotted it. Phase dashed past the pair when he spotted the Fast Travel station in the town square.

"Yes! Now we just have to activate this and we can get into Sanctuary." The boy excitedly activated the machine, the other two peering over his shoulders as he scrolled over the list in search of their destination. Upon finding it he grinned and activated the machine… Only for a second screen to pop up, proclaiming that Sanctuary was off-limits to unauthorised personnel.

"Unauthorised personnel? What the hell does that mean?" Fyrefly queried, frowning at the screen.

'Perhaps the Crimson Raiders found a way to lock out anyone they didn't want up there. Though more likely this Jack's work, in a bid to prevent the Raiders obtaining fresh recruits.' Blink theorised, his stoic expression never changing.

Before anyone else could reply a voice came in over their ECHOs. "U-um, e-e-excuse me. Are you t-t-trying to get to S-Sanctuary?"

'Indeed.'

"Oh, text. How… q-quaint. My name is K-K-Karima. I'm the administrator of Overlook. I have a way to c-contact the Raiders."

"Really? That's great! Mind ringin' 'em up for us?" Fyrefly asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately, I must first a-ask a favour of you."

"What kind of favour?" The Aeronaut had gone from optimistic to calculating in a heartbeat.

"The people here have these s-s-skull-shivers because of Hyperion's mining operations and we re-require medication. I would a-ask one of the Raiders but they s-seem to have bigger matters to w-worry about so I didn't want to b-bother them with this."

Fyrefly grimaced but before she could reply in any way, Blink beat her to it.

'Consider it done.'

"Oh, thank you. You should be able to buy the f-first doses of medicine from the v-v-vending machine in t-town."

Phase glanced back and frowned. "Looks like we'll need some juice to power the thing up first."

"You should be able to find a battery connected to the c-clocktower."

"I got it." Fyrefly called, her jetpack digistructing and launching her towards the aforementioned building. A few moments later the clock ground to a halt followed shortly by an annoyed voice coming over their ECHOs, ranting about not knowing the time.

"Your ECHO has a clock, dipshit! Maybe if you pulled it out from under your ass once in a while you'd know that!" Fyrefly yelled back.

"Please ignore Dave. He's… we try not to talk to him." Karima said, obviously uncomfortable.

"I can't imagine why." Fyrefly commented sarcastically.

Phase took the battery from her and set it up next to the vending machine. Moments later it sprang to life. Blink stepped forward and bought the medicine.

"You have the medicine? G-good. But that isn't enough. The second dose is usually delivered by a Hyperion R-R-Requisition Officer but he hasn't arrived yet. P-please kill him and obtain the medicine, p-politely if possible."

"Is it possible to kill someone politely?" Fyrefly asked curiously.

"Maybe you apologise beforehand or act all posh or something." Phase suggested, shrugging.

'Are there any more doses we'll need to collect?' Blink was ignoring his companions in favour of questioning Karima.

"Oh, yes. There's a l-lunar drop barge at Lake Shining Horizons. It has the last d-dose we need."

'Understood. I'll take care of the requisition officer and his bodyguards. Can you two handle the drop barge?' The last part was obviously meant for Fyrefly and Phase.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, no sweat." Fyrefly replied glibly.

Blink nodded, just once. 'Good. Return as soon as possible.'

Then the boy began walking down the high street.

"…Is it just me, or does he seem somehow more serious than ever?" Phase asked slowly.

"Not just you. Wonder what's got him in such a twist." Fyrefly sighed, before continuing. "Well, time's a wastin'. Let's head out and grab that medicine."

"Right."

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Blink rose from a crouch as his two companions staggered up the street. The stoic fighter raised an eyebrow at their… state. Both Phase and Fyrefly were littered with burns and numerous cuts and bruises. Fyrefly had a particularly nasty gash across her side and her jacket, along with the shirt underneath (mauve, he noted idly), had been ripped. Phase was only slightly better; apparently having managed to avoid whatever had cut up Fyrefly so badly. Instead his clothes were stained with soot and there were several small burn holes.

'Fyrefly, did you get drunk and try to pick a fight with a car again? I thought I told you, two tons of metal will always win against double-digit kilograms of human.' He actually looked serious as he sent them the message.

"Go fuck yourself with a flaming sledgehammer, Blinky."

Now he was smiling ever so faintly.

'What happened?'

"Threshers… So many Threshers…" Phase mumbled, having simply gone to his knees before lying face down on the floor.

"I might be a deviant, but even I don't like those fucking things." Fyrefly grumbled, swaying slightly.

There was a pause, as everyone stared at her. Phase had even lifted his head enough to give her a strange look. Fyrefly noticed their looks and went from slightly vacant to mildly indignant in a heartbeat.

"What? Never seen a girl that's into weird shit before?"

"No." Phase admitted slowly.

'I have but you're the first one who admits it so openly.' Blink explained.

"Oh… Well then…"

There was an awkward silence which was promptly broken by Phase saying, "Please tell me that was the last bottle of medicine though. I don't feel like risking more of those tentacled abominations."

"Yes, that was the l-last dose. Please d-deliver it to the people around town."

Blink and Fyrefly set off for a house each as Phase hauled himself off the ground before making his way over to another house. While the blond boy and the Aeronaut received words of gratitude from the houses they visited, Blink had taken it upon himself to deliver Dave's medicine and received an earful of abuse for his trouble. This prompted him to leave a live grenade in the slot when it re-emerged, its pin taped to the wall, to be armed when this Dave person next received a delivery. The thought was enough to make a cold smirk spread over Blink's normally impassive features.

"Th-thank you. This should be enough medicine to get us through the year." Karima's stutter had noticeably lessened. "Here's a reward for your trouble."

'Consider it free of charge. Just happy to help.'

Fyrefly briefly scowled at that but relented quickly. "Shoot, he's right. It wouldn't feel right getting' paid for doin' this."

"Oh. Thank you." Karima sounded surprised, but pleasantly so. "I'll call up the Raiders for you now if you like."

'Before you do that, is there anything else you need now that we should be aware of?' Blink asked.

"There are a few things, but nothing too important. They can wait."

He nodded. 'Understood. Please contact the Raiders.'

The trio settled down to wait for… whatever came next. After a short while Fyrefly said, "Hey, Blink?"

He turned to her, one eyebrow arched inquisitively.

"Not that I don't like helping folks, but you seemed real eager to lend a hand here. Any reason in particular or did your conscience just give your heartstrings a tug?"

Blink looked away and seemed to be considering how to respond. Eventually a message flashed up. 'I lost my last living relative I had to the skull-shivers just under two years ago. Nobody deserves the suffering it inflicts. That's all I'll say on the matter.'

Fyrefly couldn't help but ask. "Sorry to pry, but who was the relative?"

Blink seemed to ignore the question and just when Fyrefly was about to give up on an answer he replied. 'My younger brother, Calos.'

Fyrefly nodded but said nothing more. They all sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts until, with a distinctive blue flash, someone arrived via Fast Travel.

The man was tall and thin, dressed in a black and gray bodysuit with a red '0' on the left side. A cracked black helmet hid his face. A woman with blue hair and dressed in a yellow top and jeans came along with him.

"They with the Raiders, you thi…?" Fyrefly was cut off as Blink leapt to his feet and stalked towards the figures, who simply watched him approach though the woman did tighten her grip on the SMG in her hands.

'You're Zer0, aren't you?' Blink stared at the man, his eyes unreadable.

Zer0 nodded simply.

'They say you're one of the greatest swordsman in the galaxy. Is it true?'

Zer0 seemed to weigh that comment before nodding again. Blink closed his eyes, seeming to ponder this information. When he opened them again there had a hard edge and a second later his mask appeared on his face, only this time it became a full face mask with glowing white over his eyes.

'Fight me.'

Right, finally got this bastard done. Not sure if it's entirely up to scratch but honestly I feel like trying to force more in would destroy it.

On an unrelated note, I have an idea for another fic that may be of interest to some. It's a multi-fandom thing that will require a metric fuck-ton of OCs, not necessarily my own. If there's some interest in it, I might even find time to try and do it. For details, just ask me via review or PM.

Anyway, read and review. I wanna hear what you all think of my three new additions to the dysfunctional little Raiders family. Well, if Blink survives his fight with Zer0 anyway…

Until next time,

Elemental Hybrid