Helios Station. That colossal Hyperion moonbase, styled in the stamp of an "H", orbiting high above Elpis , and its gaze loomed over Pandora.
The station was still fully operational after Handsome Jack's death. One could say business had increased after the madman's death. Hyperion wanted to keep a tight grip on their Eridium mining operations taking place on the lawless backwater planet below; something that made them quite rich and gave them an edge against the other corporations because of eridium's properties and the many technological advancements they had made. Hyperion had also evacuated its most valued and critical employees from Pandora, leaving a few "lucky" overseers and workers for the mining operations and a sizable military force as protection. Which was needed. Bandits were still insane and wouldn't hesitate to attack their mining sites for anything valuable… or just pure wanton destruction; defacing every surface with the mutilated bodies of their victims, crude art, and other questionable things.
And then there were those Crimson Raiders and their Vault Hunter buddies. They still had a score to settle with Hyperion. They wanted to pay back every single ally, close friends, hell, even the innocent bystanders caught up in Jack's megalomanic quest for "peace" with massive amounts of collateral damage and blood.
Despite some annoyances, operations on Pandora continued and part of the moonbase become a tourist attraction of sorts. Despite everything he had done, Handsome Jack had somehow cultivated a cult of personality of sorts amongst some in Hyperion, and then from those that caught his inane broadcasts to the six galaxies. The man did have an odd charm. A thinly disguised psychotic charm. Then again, the verbal and physical abuse he subjected his employees through broke them mentally in more ways than one… some consider him a god.
So, deluded fans of the megalomanic paid big bucks visit and for those more than willing to part with a huge chunk of change — and surprisingly there were a lot of gullible people — for VIP access could enter his office turned memorial. The little attraction brought in quite a pretty penny. And an odd form of amusement for some employees. There was always a running bet on how many entitled fans would get vaporized for trying to enter Jack's office without authorization by the end of the week. Large amounts of money changed hands frequently with these ongoing bets.
So the station was quite functional, if not dysfunctional; much to Mr. Blake's chagrin.
Mr. Blake… That devil-horned suit. A lot had been dropped onto his shoulders since Jack's death. But he was expecting it. Sooner or later, someone would have killed the man and all responsibilities would be oh so gracefully shunted onto him.
Shortly after Jack's death, the man became acting president of Hyperion. Nearly instantaneously, restructuring began. Partially to course correct many of Jack's insane and wasteful plans to "civilize" Pandora, and then some bright-eyed employees wanted to climb that corporate ladder, find a more cushy spot in the hierarchy. There were many instances of various "accidental" deaths occurring on the station. The occasional airlock failure, food poisoning via allergic reactions, the Loader bots targeting systems malfunctioning, causing a few instances of people being gunned down, and the list goes on. A few even targeting Blake. But Blake somehow stayed on top and out of harm's way. Seemed like he always had a contingency for everything.
Eventually, the death and turnover of station employees stabilized and slowly lowered once the restructuring was nearly complete.
Jack's office became his. Despite it being used for those lucrative tours. After hours, he would put it to use. It could still act as the command center of the station and had the best computers there. It would be wasteful not to use them.
And it was another day — or night, can't tell with space — that Mr. Blake was there. After hours, contemplating how to sort out Hyperion's many, many troubles.
After hours, and the office was empty once more. Just the hum of electronics and hidden machinery kept the room from being dead quiet. Most of the lights were shut off. They rarely turned those soft blue lights illuminating the colossal busts of Handsome Jack off. But there was another calm source of light. Those reflected rays from Elpis, filtered in through the windows, kept the darkness from completely swallowing the room.
And standing by those windows, just behind the desk, was Jeffery Blake. That sharply dressed and lanky man was looking out those massive windows. Hands behind his back, his eyes were transfixed upon that red scar on the moon.
How it all began… Well, one of the many ways it all began for Helios station and Hyperion's operations on Pandora. Insured Jack's descent into madness and rise as a power hungry tyrant. To think he was once a mostly humble programmer. Mostly…
A subdued scoff left Blake's lips. Humble probably was not the best way to describe Jake back them, but he was a lot more pleasant to be around even with his off-and-on had an over an inflated sense of grandeur that would peek through as he ran the station.
"I wonder how things would be now if everything was handled differently… and if Jack had help for his… other… issues before everything else."
The thought occasionally crossed Blake's mind. Actually, crossed his mind many times as he was stuck working under Jack. The man had a lot of issues he hid well... at first.
But Blake occasionally wondered, if the destruction of the "Eye of Helios" had been dealt with differently, where would Hyperion be now? Where would Jack be now? Truthfully, he viewed the betrayal by Moxxi, Roland, and Lilith to be quite reasonable. What in the world was Jack thinking building that thing?
And to think that was one of the many drops in the pond — with a few being boulders — during that whole incident. A conga line of poor decisions for all involved, an ever-growing stress that kept all from thinking rationally. And that final nail in the coffin was when Lilith rammed that Vault relic into Jack's face. Any last shred of sanity in that man snapped.
"Should have made sure that attack killed him. But the others were there with him. Guns at the ready. Her shields wouldn't have lasted long."
Still, he wondered… how would things be if Jack was killed then and there?
But now wasn't the time to dwell on the past.
Blake's eyes shifted away from Elpis.
"Let's get down to business."
A moment later, holographic screens appeared around him, surrounding him in a blue glow. His eyes fell upon them, shifting from panel to panel. Raising a hand to his face, he tapped his chin. He even turned his body as he looked at each panel.
An active tracker for Hyperion stocks caught his attention. Steady and rising. Then messages from the Share Holders and Board of Directors. The usual business asking about profit margins, how things were being run, and what not.
His eyes narrowed as his bite the inside of his cheek. For a moment, he winced as he bit much harder than he expected.
"Why…"
The "Handsome Jackpot". A name he had some to loathe. There were so many messages concerning that scam of a casino Jack built. How many zillions of corporate money did that man invest in building that thing? Well, it did quickly pay out by draining those "lucky" patrons that went there. And now those patrons and so many others were trapped in that death trap of a casino as soon as Jack died. Why did he program the place to lockdown in the case of his untimely death?
"Megalomaniac…" Blake shook his head as he read the reports.
All rescue efforts were going poorly. The top-notch security to the station quickly obliterated all attempts to leave the station, no matter what was tried. But the casino was more than welcoming to trap any and all newcomers. Fixing the issue was getting pushed to the back-burner until they could disable the security measures.
His eyes then shifted to a screen containing the ECHOnet news concerning all things on Pandora. It was the same old same old bandit madness, peppered with the escapades of the Vault Hunters. Speaking of Vault Hunters… them and the Crimson Raiders… he needed to figure out a way to sate their bloodlust. They were making good on their promise to destroy all things Hyperion. A few things Blake didn't mind being destroyed, a few things he could ignore and write off like Opportunity and the Wildlife Exploitation Preserve.
"Opportunity…" A snort came out, followed by a chuckle. Another crazy plan of Jack's. He wondered who would even move there with all the questionable laws, but then he thought of the fanatics that attended the tours on the station. There's always a gullible person out there. For now, the construction of the settlement continued to not be an entirely wasted venture. It became the perfect place to house all those "lucky" workers who ran the mines.
Mines… Those Eridium mining operations. Blake's eyes shifted to another planet. There was something he couldn't ignore forever. The Crimson Raiders and Vault Hunters' ongoing attacks were bitting into Hyperion's profit margins. The Board didn't like that too much and wanted the nuisances completely wiped out.
A disgruntled hiss slipped from his lips thinking about those meetings.
Blake knew that would be a tall order. They had just waged war against Hyperion a while back and had won. He was in no mood to wage war against them again. There was a strong chance a second war could end with Hyperion having to completely abandon Pandora. There had been discoveries of eridium on other planets, but not in the abundantly vast quantities found on Pandora. It would be too great of a risk to strike another war.
"Maybe I can see if I can broker a deal with them if Lilith is willing to listen." Blake muttered to himself. "Though I've heard she's had a few Hunters capture some Hyperion spies for interrogation. Heard they're determined to take out the 'eyesore in the sky'."
And in response, they had increased security on Helios. Again.
Blake toyed with the idea in his mind from time to time. He had decent professional relations with Lilith and her cohorts years ago, cleaning up the "Claptrap Revolution" mess. But who knew where his standing with them was now after everything with Jack.
He shook his head. It was a thought. A thought that needed to take shape and become action sooner rather than later. Just a little more planning out all the details and maybe a deal could be struck.
His eyes drifted back and forth between the panels as he thought of how to respond to messages here and there, and then giving out orders on how some operations should be handled. Until something caught his attention.
A buzzing rumble at first before a pinging rattle against metal. Blake glanced over at the desk and down. It was his phone, a yellow screen flashing as it vibrated across the desk. Odd. He didn't remember setting the vibration that strong.
"Hm."
Those holo-screens flickered out one by one, blue glow disappearing , before he walked over to the desk. He looked down again and at the screen.
Hidden Caller:
ACCEPT || DECLINE
"Hm…" Oddly strong vibrations. And there was a pattern to it that repeated a few times.
-... .-. - -.- . -. / ..-. .- -.-. .- -.. . / -... .-. - -.- . -. / ..-. .- -.-. .- -.. .
"Hm." He tapped his chin. Was it? He shook his head. Only one way to find out. He reached over to the phone, picked up the earpiece, and put it in his ear as he answered the call.
"Hello?"
A series of electronic pings and screeches quicklygreeted his ear. Head jerking to the side, he gritted his teeth as it went on for over a minute. Then there was silence. He took in a breath.
"The Golden Age." He uttered those words. A pause. More silence for just a moment and more of the screeches came through before slowly transitioning over to a voice. A heavily distorted voice. "Ah, you. Wondered when you would call again." A smile crossed his face. Just the contact he wanted to hear from again. "Where did we last leave off?"
Blake paced back and forth; holo-screens flickered back into existence and kept pace with him. The conversation focused on the ongoing problems on Pandora. Specifically, the activities of the Crimson Raiders. They had info to share on what they were up to and where some of the Vault Hunters were. Off hunting those closely associated with Handsome Jack, even if for a short time, for interrogation.
So, ideas were being tossed around on how to negotiate a truce that would bring the least amount of profit-loss and bloodshed.
Buy them off? Did they even care about money that much to give up their vendetta?
Give them an exorbitant amount of guns? Couldn't go wrong with that, since they had to deal with those crazed bandits. But… but that could so easily backfire in Hyperion's face. There were those confirmed rumors the Crimson Raiders were planning on assaulting Helios station.
Perhaps place some bounties on them or amass an army to wipe them out? Wait… how did that go for Handsome Jack again? That option stayed at the bottom of the list.
So ideas continued to be tossed out and mused upon.
Blake's pacing slowed as he passed by the desk, before anger flashed over his face. One moment his right hand was swiping through some messages and then the next it came down hard onto the desk, making a slighty loud thud.
"That's the last thing we want!" His voice was just below a shout. A moment later, he winced, quickly rubbing his wrist. A robust metal desk, topped with finely carved wood panelling imported from Eden-6 did not play well with weak wrists.
The voice on the other end laughed, rattling off a few things. He rolled his eyes. Then shifted them to a panel that showed multiple views of Pandora from space. That massive eridium rift, a vibrant purple glowing scar that stretched across one side of the planet. Amazing how it appeared so suddenly after the defeat of the Destroyer years ago.
As he continued to listen, Blake narrowed his eyes. "I don't find that funny. Operations will not be abandoned or destroyed in a bait and switch to get rid of them."
He then pressed a few buttons on the keyboard on the desk, activating some holo-screens, and transferred what he was doing over to them.
"Now less joking. Tell me what you know about their latest plans. Heard they recently grabbed a technician from the station that was recalibrating a moonshot beacon a short while ago." He brought up the profile of said technician. Someone low on the food chain, but that's all it could take to start a fire.
His contact gave him the details, and he made notes and remarks. Looks like they were going to have to increase security again and update some security codes… again.
Soon, Blake was sending out orders concerning the much needed updates. And to increase security of the important workers down on Pandora.
As he continued to work and talk, a barely audible whirring sound came from the desk.
On the left, towards the edge, panels shifted, sections pulling away from the sides as something rose; a slim, rectangular column. It looked inconspicuous. Just a dark gray plinth, barely anything about it looked interesting. As is rose, flaps unfolded from the side, revealing the hidden magic within. Several lenses one could find on those major Fast-Travel hubs.
That whirring increased as those lenses lit up blue until a solid hum took over.
A new holo-panel appeared by the ones Blake was working it.
EXECUTING: NO ONE LIVES FOREVER… EXCEPT ME.
It went unnoticed.
That hum grew louder. Holographic streams of pixels and particles swirled around the lenses before several lines of light were projected out, making an outline. Quickly, a silhouette began to take shape. The blue glow grew brighter as more streams of pixels and particles appeared and swirled towards the shape as those familiar electronic swirling sounds of a digistructing(or teleporting) item or person filled the room.
Line by line, a body was coming through, being built block by block. A body that twitched and dripped blood.
Blake's nose wrinkled. There was a strong sulfur smell biting at his nose, making his eyes water, peppered with the smell of burnt clothes and flesh. Human flesh. A smell he could never forget after spending some time down on Pandora. At least it wasn't rotting and mixed smell of Skag piss. Ugh bandits…
"What the hell…?" He muttered, taking a moment to wipe his nose. "Is the maintenance crew working in the ventilation again? Someone lose grip on their torch or touch a loose wire?"
The digistruct sounds grew in intensity and a few flashes of bright light occurred.
"Huh?" That finally caught this attention. He looked up. A brow raised. Those typing fingers froze. "What in the world?"
Who? What? How?
He looked down to the source, that hidden plinth inside of the desk. When was that there? Then again, even Jack had his secrets.
Backing away from the desk, holo-panels quickly closing, he grab his phone and sent a message to security. This person had to be an idiot to transport themselves in here. But why the smell of sulfur and burning flesh?
"Hm?" Blake's eyes shifted towards his ear piece. The voice was still talking. "No… something's come up. Unexpected guest. We can still talk before security arrives." He moved to the right side of the desk, giving the digistructing body a wide berth, but was curious to see who this bold, idiotic person was.
The lower half was fully digistructed and the upper half was slowly coming in piece by piece. But with what was there, they were riddled with bullets, burns, and slashes that had to come from a Buzzaxe. Clothes were absolutely ripped to shreds, and all those wounds were bleeding. A massive chunk of the person's left thigh was missing. And there was fresh crimson running down said leg.
Blake wrinkled his nose. A hard swallow soon followed, chasing down a growing burn in the back of his throat. A hand soon covered his mouth. Needed to add the clean-up crew to that security call he made. Didn't need that blood staining that expensive wood flooring.
"Hm." Blake muttered. Something about those pants looked oddly familiar. Something about that silhouette was familiar. Especially those shaking laser lines around the hair. Swept back, faded slightly on the sides, with a few arched locks. Where had he seen that last?
Security was taking forever to arrive, but Blake kept watching, just entranced by the morbid sight. Until something in his mind clicked. "Wait…" His head quickly spun around and fell onto one of those gaudy statues of Jack that lead to the desk.
"What… no…" He looked back at the digistructing body. The torso was nearly done now and was just as battered as the lower half. A few more chuckles of flesh were missing, making Blake question if this person would be alive when the digistruct ended. The clothes were ripped and riddle with bullet holes, but were still recognizable.
"No… no… no…"
Something was clicking. Troubling things were clicking in his mind as his eyes focused on the clothes.. That gray suit jacket, brown vest, white dress shirt, and yellow shirt underneath. What remained of those blue tattoos on the right wrist as part of the skin of the arm was charred black, with a deep divot of flesh and muscle missing from the forearm. And then were a few rings he recognized.
"No… no… no." Blake shook his head. He looked back at the desk and noticed there was still one holo-panel up. He went back to investigate.
NO ONE LIVES FOREVER… EXCEPT ME. 87.50% COMPLETE.
WARNING: MEDICAL INTERVENTION NEEDED ASAP. TRAUMA TEAM CONTACTED. ETA… ERROR…
MULTIPLE LACERATIONS DETECTED. HEAD TRAUMA DETECTED. BRAIN TRAUMA DETECTED HIGH BLOOD LOSS DETECTED. SECOND, THIRD, AND FOURTH DEGREE BURNS DETECTED. ERIDIUM POISONING DETECTED
"What the hell?"
He expanded the panel to get more details. A series of panels appeared. His jaw nearly dropped. A profile image appeared. That smug face of Handsome Jack greeted his eyes. Then he saw the rest. Read the rest. Vital stats, walls of text listing every single last injury he had sustained and then some details on how this digistruct of a teleport was working… and then a concerning amount of error messages that were appearing.
Before he could even decipher what those where, something caught Blake's eyes. Details of what this "NO ONE LIVES FOREVER…EXPECT ME" execution was. He dug deeper. A brow twitched; his face reflexively contorted in disgust as he read the file. Immortality. A harebrained idea implanted into Jack's mind because of Professor Nakayama ages ago. A considerable amount of the company's expenses were wasted in the venture of using Digistruct technology to copy one's mind and build a new body with a ton of failures until one courageous soul was able to convince Jack it was pointless and was taking away precious resources from the Eridium experiments. He surprisingly conceded… after throwing them into an airlock and spacing them.
"This is… impossible." But Blake couldn't believe what he was reading. What he was seeing. A functioning prototype for a mad grasp at immortality. He glanced back at Jack. That head was nearly done. He could see the remnants of those clamps that held Jack's mask in place. This hinges broken, and the flesh around the edges was torn and bleeding.
Jack wasdead. They had photographic and video proof of his long coming death from those Crimson Raiders and Vault Hunters. Those Vault Hunters gave Lilith the pleasure of killing the man. A firm hand gripping the man's face, bringing him to his knees, followed by a quick burst of her Siren power coursed through his body and threw him to the rocky ground, splitting the back of his skull open like a ripe vineapple.
"That was for Roland, asshole." A brutal death, yet efficient.
Several items were pilfered from Jack's corpse, especially that mask, and they left him there to rot in the Vault of the Warrior. After planting a bullet to his brain. One last release of frustration from Lilith, and she swore she heard him gurgle. Hyperion was unable to retrieve his body, as once they regained control over the area, the arena was flooded with lava.
"Impossible…" Blake muttered as his eyes went back to the panels. He looked back to his ear. That person was talking, asking what was up. "I… I… I don't even know where to begin." He shook his head. "Hm!?"
Suddenly, a massive "ERROR" obscured the main screen.
98.989897% COMPLETE. ERROR. PROCESS INTERRUPTED. ERROR. PROCESS INTERRUPTED. INVESTIGATING ERROR.
Both brows were raised. He looked back over at Jack. Those digitstruct sounds and particles began to wind down and so did the lights. Just a few particles swirled around the floating, near lifeless body — as there was a finger twitch here and there — of Jack. The processed looked to be done. Jack looked to be entirely there. Wounds and all.
"Hm…"
"Hm…" Blake transferred the panels over to his personal system and made his way towards the front of Jack. Still, he gave him a wide berth, carefully eying the possibly living corpse suspended in the air. He studied the burns and bullet wounds. The rising burn of bile came back up, but another hard swallow forced it back down.
It surprised him there were not more gruesome wounds — minus his one arm, thigh, and recognizable slices from a Buzzaxe — as those Vault Hunter's came down on him hard in his final hour. Just a pack of rabid dogs dishing out much deserved justice against him with their overkill weaponry.
Though… there was his head… there was just a massive amount of fresh crimson running down his neck, coming from the back of his head. And from what Blake he glimpsed as studied the body, there was a chunk of hair missing, revealing shattered white fragments of a skull and that all too familiar pinkish-red brain.
"Huh…" The man tapped at his chin as he paused in his tracks. He was curious about that wound, though his brain was yelling at him not to look. Taking a few steps back, both brows were quickly raised. Another hard swallow followed, but a gag slipped out.
The back of Jack's head was split open, but the brain looked rather intact. There should have been parts of it missing.
As he was pondering on the thought, moving forward again to study the rest of the body, he nearly tripped over his feet — way too close to the stairs. Really needed some guardrails on the platform — once his eyes saw the face. Jack's face. It was him. Face plain, eyes closed, and mask torn off, revealing that embarrassing scar underneath. It was really him.
"How…?" Blake muttered as he got himself steady once more. His eyes focused on that face, especially that bullet wound right in the middle of his forehead. It was leaking. "Just how…?"
If Jack had this working failsafe, why didn't it activate as soon as he was killed?
"So… we may have a problem now." Blake spoke to his contact. Throwing caution to the wind, as his curiosity was getting the best of him, he slowly inched towards Jack to getting a better look at him. "Somethingbig just came up. It may be rather troublesome for the future of Hyperion."
As he got closer, Jack's eyes flew open suddenly. A strangled gasp came out as his mouth snapped open. Blake's eyes went wide; stumbling back, his butt hit the floor. He nearly tumbled down the stairs, barely catching himself.
Pain crossed Jack's face. He grunted, face twisting into a grimace as his fingers arched. Those eyes, one blue and the other a cloudy green, darted around.
Where? Where? Where the fuck am I?
His mind was in a heavy fog, his body was numb, but the layout of the room seemed familiar to him. Those two gorgeous busts of one handsome man. And then he saw someone on the assistant, more like unwilling butler, Jimmy a.k.a. Blake. Mouth hanging open, the man was white as a sheet, like he had seen a ghost.
"What…" A mutter escaped his lips. What was he doing back in his office? Last thing he could remember was facing those wretched bandits in the Vault of the Warrior. But those memories were so foggy. His nose wrinkled as he closed his eyes tightly. Why were those memories so foggy? Why did it hurt to think?
He fought against that pain and searched for those memories. He won his fight against those stinkin' murderous bandits, right? Right…?
His eyes flew open once more, face dropping, eyes trembling as they stared blankly ahead. The memories hit him. He did not win. The Warrior was summoned, but those bandits killed his long-awaited weapon. And then Lilith, the damn Siren killed him! Killed… him… He had died?
Impossible… Impossible!
His mind refused to rationalize that. There was no way those bandits killed him. There was no way.
"Welcome back," a female-voiced AI suddenly spoke, "Handsome Jack!"
Nononono…. Impossible…
"Death is barely a temporary setback for your Handsomeness!"
Fuck no…
Blinking a few times, a d brief shake of his head, his eyes fell onto the Blake. The man was still snow white and stammering "he's alive" or some stupid nonsense. The man had to have answers. He was good at keeping track of things. Staying up to date on all the important information.
"What the hell is going on Jim—" Jack froze as he felt something course through him. Mouth agape; pupils were mere pinpricks.
"ERROR. PROCESS INTERRUPTED. TRANSFER PROCESS INTERRUTPED. DNA DATA CORRUPTED. TRANSFER DATA CORRUPTED." Another AI spoke. More robotic and cold. "FATAL ERROR OCCURING."
"mmmmMMMMMIIIIIY—," Jack's voice returned, going up several octaves as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, "AAAAAAAAAARGH!" Before it turned into a full-blown wail of pain.
Blue bolts of energy erupted from the machine like lightning, quickly ensnaring the man. Blood shot out of every wound. His body thrashed about in the air like a puppet being jerked around by a child, causing him to contort on himself several times. A few times, his back arched until it felt like his spine would break in two and then those limbs contorted nearly beyond their natural ranges until… a few snaps were heard.
Blake had to turn away. This time he lost his dinner.
White froth soon left Jack's mouth. And that Vault scar on his face began to glow… purple.
"What the hell…" Blake muttered, hand wiping his mouth. His mind trying to process what was going on. And his body was far too frightened to move a muscle. "He's… alive."
The entrance doors to the room opened. A thunderous stampede of footfalls entered the room. Blake looked over his shoulder.
"Took security forever… and there's the medical team?" For a moment he wondered why they were there as he didn't request them. Then his mind remembering the wailing corpse in the room. "Lovely…" Probably some hidden protocol in the program sent a message to them.
Could he keep them from saving Jack? It was better for Hyperion — really everyone — if the man stayed dead.
He pondered on that for a moment before pursing his lips. He took in a sharp breath and sighed. If Jack had this cooked up, what else did he have planned? Possibly additional orders in that hidden protocol to kill anyone that tried to stop the medical team from saving him.
"Why, why, why? Always something…" It was just a speculation, but Blake didn't like. He had enough fun working around and tearing apart insane rules and loopholes the man had implemented to keep his power — and getting Hyperion back to its old black and red color scheme was one rule that was making him want to tear his hair out. He was so tired of that damn yellow.
So, there probably was some hidden clause somewhere dealing with this, and Blake very much wanted to keep his head on his shoulders.
An annoyed sigh slipped from his lips. He barely noticed the medical team sweeping past him and over to Jack. Someone deactivated if not destroyed the machine. The moment it was off, Jack unceremoniously crashed to the ground, still a twisting and shaking mess.
He barely acknowledged the security team and his ears being flooded by a sea of questions as hands firmly clasped his arms and raised him back to his feet.
Is that Handsome Jack?
Handsome Jack is alive!?
Handsome Jack is back!?
"Oh, things are going to get interesting again…"
Looked like Blake's and his contacts plans were going to have to be put on hold for the time being.
Hopefully, death sobered Jack. But only time could tell. And Blake had strong doubts death did.
