"So, uh... How do we start?" A voice came from one of the five people at the rather large table. There would have been six if the last member of the team wasn't currently talking to the daughter that he had lost so many years ago. The one who spoke obviously didn't truly understand what was going on, but she went along with in anyways in hopes of learning what to do as they went along. She had never played Bunkers and Badasses before, and when a variation of the game was brought up by the youngest of the team, there wasn't really anything she could say buy yes. Maya the Siren was completely confused.

"Don't know. Gaige was the one who set this all up." The leader of the group turned to the woman named Gaige with an expecting look, wanting for her to tell him and the rest of them how this was all going to work out.

Gaige simply smiled at them, her robotic left arm on the table while the other hung at her side. She smirked to her group and pulled out an ECHO recording device with her right hand. The young woman had put a lot of work and planning into this 'game' and she hoped that it would be able to work out. "While you guys were all lounging around wondering what to do next, me and Deathtrap have been working on something." She started out, getting the full attention of everyone in the room if she hadn't gotten it already.

"You all know that we're like gods now, and there really isn't any reason to keep hunting vaults. There's no challenge, it's no fun." She paused as if trying to describe a product to someone. "SO! I found one of the locations of a vault and decided to do something different! The vault is on Planet Metis, and me and DT put up some advertisements to catch the eyes of certain aspiring vault hunters. From what I've been able to gather, just about all of the hunters I wanted to head to that planet are either there or on their way."

Suddenly, a growl came from one of the Vault hunters who hadn't spoken yet, and the man let out a roar. "THIS ISN'T LIKE BUNKERS AND BADASSSES! THERE ARE NO SALVADWARVES!"

"Hold on, big guy, I'm getting to that." Gaige attempted to calm Salvador down. "Since these are actual people, we can't control them like in the game. All we can do if give them pushes in the right direction. It a bit more interesting than B&B, since the 'characters' can disregard our advice and go their own way. We don't be directly speaking to them, but leaving little hints, clues, weapons, recordings, things like that to push them in the right direction. Now!" He said happily as she put out four player cards on the table, all with each of the four Vault Hunters who were either on the planet or making their way there. Who are you guys calling? I'll take Darren. 'Girl like me sure needs a man like him." She said, the other in her group looking at her oddly before looking at the cards. She had a thing for partially mechanical men, and she would have chosen the Riot Shield Guy if more than just his brain was still human.

"I'll take Grace. Having a Siren will be pretty easy for me." Maya spoke up as she took the card with Grace's profile it. Her eyes scanned the piece of paper as she learned more about one of the six Sirens in the universe. Maya was actually surprised to hear that commandant Steele and Angel were also Sirens like Lilith and herself. Now she knew about five Sirens who most likely existed at the same time, and the knowledge was startling to her. Knowing five out of the six sirens in the entire universe was really something, and she wondered where the others could be now that Angel and Steele were dead.

"Oh! I want the robot man!" Salvador said as he reached for the card, grabbing it and skimming over the card to find out how cool his chosen 'character' was.

"Zer0. Want to share the last guy? If not, I can wait out if you want to play." Axton offered as he glanced at the card, trying to read as much as he could from the car before sliding it over to his assassin ally.

Despite people not being able to see it, Zer0 read most of the card and nodded to the leader of the group. "Sure." Was all he said as he moved his chair to sit next to Axton. It wouldn't be good if they shared the came 'character' but sat on opposite ends of the table.

"So, if everyone's ready, roll for initiative!"

"What?"

Gaige sighed as Maya spoke up. She didn't want to have to print out the rules for her, but it seemed that it was necessary. "We all roll the two dice and whoever gets the highest total number gets to go first. Usually, it's the highest to lowest on the first roll, but who ever gets the highest number will go first, then everyone will roll again to see who gets the nest highest number, and so on until the order is complete."

With an understanding nod, Maya slid the dice over to Gaige and watched as she rolled them on the board of the planet that their 'characters' would be exploring. Several minutes went by and the order was decided.

Gaige got 35,

Axton and Zer0 got 30,

Salvadore for 20,

And Maya of 3.

Maya groaned as she got the lowest total by far, but knew she couldn't back out from the game.

With that, the game Beyond the Borderlands begins!

Lorenzo walked through the land, thankfully it was an open grassland so if someone tried to ambush him he would be able to see it from a mile away. Lorenzo smiled under his collar that covered his mouth and nose as he walked towards a nearby town to resupply and as he walked he could hear the presence of something else here and just his luck it happened to be skrill. Those damned dog monstrosities, Lorenzo hated the ones that spit with a fiery passion knowing how hard it was to wash off his coat so Lorenzo took out his pistol blades and turned them on as the green plasma blade hummed in his hand as the dogs circled him.

Then the Alpha made its first move and Lorenzo ran towards it and as it lunged at him Lorenzo ducked and he pointed his blade up putting the intensity on 7 cutting straight through the damn things gut then the others moved in to try and take him on but Lorenzo started to shot them quickly hitting the bulls eye that was their opened mouths and Lorenzo barley had enough time to dodge one of the spatters from getting their gunk on his coat so he quickly shot that one down and overkilled it. Lorenzo grinned widely as all of the skrill were dead and Lorenzo put his guns away and went back to walked towards the town nearby...

"...Daisy, Daisy..."TR-8C muttered as he walked, almost aimlessly throughout the landscape, the floor of the area shaded from the canopy of the massive trees overhead. Sauntering along, he started running system diagnostics, gauging his battery, checking his servos and joints; everything was fighting fit as far as his diagnostics could tell him. He did this about 4 times out of boredom...if there was ever a time that he wished for a skag to jump out of nowhere, it was-

"THE TEETH WON'T STOP RATTLING! THE TREES TELL ME TO MAKE THEM SING!" ...Psychos. Fuck. ING. PSYCHOS. If the scientists still had a monitor stuck inside, and he still had veins, they'd know that he was mad enough to pop a goddamn blood vessel! But, of course, steel and oil gives less opportunities for Aneurisms. Still, that psycho and his buddies were going to be paste in a few minutes. Or swiss cheese. Regardless of their future status, TR-8C held his left hand up and started shifting it, forming it into a DAHL spinnigun, then into a semi-auto pistol, almost like a luger, then back into his normal hand. "...Still taste the fucking raspberry..." was all he mumbled as he started walking.

Naturally, given that he was a half-ton robot walking through a forest floor littered with with dry leaves and twigs, it didn't take long before the psychos' apparently intact sense of hearing kicked in, and the first to notice the robot-man shouted: "I CAN TASTE THE OSTRICH ALREADY!" before charging at him, manically swinging his axe behind him as he approached. As he got within 4 feet of TR-8C, he did the obvious and took a swing at his head, though the only thing his axe met was cold, 3 inch thick steel in the form of a massive riot shield, easily 6 and a half feet tall, nearly causing the buzz-saw's blade to shatter. Which then smacked him in the face, knocking him clear across the forest floor into the trunk of a sizable tree. Before the psycho could even stand, TR-8C had already started sprinting full-speed, having digistructed the shield back into himself. Once he was close, he grabbed the psycho up by the mask, forcing him to cling onto it, letting go of his buzz-axe and kick his feet around in the air in an attempt to move out of the robot man's grasp, but to no avail. Leaning in close, TR-8C opened up the yellow visor to his helmet, and only showed the flat, grey, mouthless steel face beneath. His oral speaker simply said: "Thank you for shopping at DAHL industries, and remember: Keeping you alive is our best interest!" before taking a grenade and punching it through the psycho's mask, right into his mouth, and pulling the pin, before football tossing him at the other psychos who'd finally started running towards him. A satisfying KABOOM later, and he was already sifting through the giblets of the 4 bodies, wondering if any of their cash or guns had made it through.

Scarlett walked around Middlemist in relative comfort. She was dressed slightly provocatively due to the heat that a planet of forests requires. Occasionally she would walk nearer to the section of the town that was closer to the waterfall so that she could cool off a bit, that and she could get a nice sheen of moisture going on the bare skin. She had been here for the last year or so, attempting to hide in plain sight as a 'Lady of the Evening'. Tonight was no exception, for she had a client....errr, date.

She met the older gentleman at one of the nicer restaurants in town called Enchanting Mists. They had a laser light display that colored the mists near the restaurant, so you would be walking in a sea of varying colors. They chatted, he flirted, she flirted, and a general good time was had by all. Eventually, dinner ended and the man took her back to a seedy hotel/motel, because he didn't want his wife to know about his indiscretions. Once they reached the room, Scarlett turned on the charm, so to speak. She began to use her mind control powers the moment he walked into the room.

She gave him images and memories of what he expected to have happened in this room. She made it last hours, him laying on the bed and her sitting cross-legged on a chair, wrinkling her face as she watched him writhe. Once the 'scene' was completed, she left him tired on the bed and went to take a shower, which she also did in his head. This broke her line of sight with him, so he was able to rest, and this also gave her tattoos the time it needed to die back down. She came out of the bathroom already clothed, he compensated her for her time, and she went about her merry way. Much like every single one of her previous clients. Mentally exhausted and pleased, but not in reality. It was a good living, and one that she could feel comfortable with.

Once that was complete, she left the area and headed back up to the place she was living in. It wasn't much, but it was a place to rest her head while she saved up the money to head back home. She was done being a victim.

It had been four months since he had left his planet, and four months since his little 'shopping trip' that forced him off of the planet. He was actually glad that he had done so, as the Metis didn't seem to be as technologically advanced as Tarpis. In all fairness, though, Tarpis was a prospering planet, thriving on and pushing on the limits of technology. Currently, he was walking through the town of Middlemist, looking for a little bar that he had seen some time ago. He didn't remember the name of the bar, but he would remember it when he saw it. The appearance of the bar, despite being small, stood out among the nearby building, and drew a bit of attention to itself from passersby.

As he continued down the road, he finally found the bar that he was looking for, the Crimson Corner. the interior decorations of the bar confirmed Marcus' suspicions of the place being based off of the Crimson Raiders. It had helmets, posters, pictures of the four founders of the faction, actual paper news articles about them, as well as ECHO devices about them. The was an overall nice place. and sat down at the bar for a quick drink.

It took little time for the bartender to notice him, and the woman smirked as she saw him sitting there. She walked over to him and leaned lightly on the bar, attempting to get his full attention. "Hello there. What can I get 'ya?" She asked him getting a smile and a nod from the mechanic man.

"Something light. Still have business to take care of before nightfall." He replied back, looking around the area as if looking for someone.

"Hmm? And what might that be? I can keep a secret if it something personal."

"I'm here to find a bloody Skag." Marcus said to her simply, getting her to look at him with focus. She was no longer playing games with him, and from the money on the bar, he must have known that she knew what he was talking about. The two said nothing for a moment as their eyes locked, silently speaking to one another despite not having any sort of telepathy. After a moment, the silence between them broke.

"You're either an idiot or overconfident, but I've led men to their deaths before. Their hulled up somewhere in the quarry, but I don't know where. Talk to one of the Skags here you might find out more." She talked in a hushed tone as she glanced at a group of three men who were grouping up on a young woman. The bartender gave a look of disgust as she shook her head. "They make me sick, but I can't call a boutny hunter to clear them out. too pricey."

"You won't have to pay me in money." He said to her as he glanced at them as well, also gaining a brief look of disgust. "Just information. Keep me informed about anything and everything and I'll clear out every last one." he said to the woman as he stood up. He noticed the nod that she gave him, and smiled to himself.

The Bloody Skags were a bandit group of fairly fierce warriors, but not the strongest by a long shot. There were other bandit groups that were a lot stronger, but didn't fight them to territory for one reason or another.

Marcus walked over to the group of four and tappe the shoulder of a marauder. The slightly armored man turned to look at Marcus and spat at him. "Whadda you want? This one's ours."

Marcus simply shook his head and glanced at the woman who was obviously uncomfortable. The dressed similarly to the bartender, so he assumed that she worked at the bar as well. "That's no way to treat a woman, and I'm not here for her. I'm looking for a couple of Bloody Skags."

"Oh yeah? And what would you do if you found some?" The marauder asked, getting oddly close to The Experiment.

"I'd ask them to tell me where the base is located before I blow them to bits." he spoke as he digistructed his personal gun into his hand, lightly pushing the barrel into the Marauder's stomach.

The marauder laughed to himself as he looked at Marcus, assuming that he was making a bluff. "Go ahead, shoot m-" He could say no more as several bullets made their way into his stomach. Marcus then looked at the other two marauders who looked at him with slight fear.

"If you don't want to end up like him, Tell me where the Skag base is and let the woman go." He said sternly as if talking to children who were being taught a lesson. They quickly did as he said and gave him the exact location of the base before running off. Unlike most people in their group, they weren't stupid, and would sell out their friends and boss in a chance to escape death.

Marcus turned to the woman and put a hand on her shoulder. He easily towered over her, and he wondered if it was because he was tall, she was short, or a mix of both. "You alright? They do anything to you?"

The woman shook her head and moved a strand of heair behind her ear. "I'm fine. They didn't do anything to me, but they probably would have if you didn't show. We owe you some free drinks for getting rid of them. It's the least we could do." The woman moved away from Marcus and walked over to the bar where the bartender was. She simply nodded with a small smile and watched as Marcus sat down.

"Something light, I still have some business to take care of."

Lorenzo kept walking till he got to a town that was near a waterfall, he couldn't care less what the name was as long as their were things he could do here. A party or a battle to come and happen Lorenzo walked around looking for something to do as he looked and saw a bar called the crimson corner, he heard about the crimson raiders from another planet he believed was called Pandora but other then that he couldn't care less what he looked at most were the founders of said crimson raiders before he started walking to the bar itself and he saw some guy shoot down a thug with a gun in his hand that wasn't really his hand asking for something or someone called the "bloody skag" and to be honestly Lorenzo hated skags and if they were already bloody so what was that supposed to intimidate an assassin? Lorenzo stuck to the shadows of the bar watching it unfold seeing him say he had business to take care, if so then Lorenzo wanted in on killing some ugly bastards that think their tough. So Lorenzo decided to use his skills and simply follow the man until such a time that he would need to reveal himself hoping it would be soon since Lorenzo's patience was thin when it came to something exciting about to happen...

"Nope. Nuh-uh. Nope. Wait...that's a gun! Let's wh- TEDIORE?" TR-*C had ifted through the corpses loot, and found 8 bucks, a wad of chewing gum, a broken buzzaxe, and a used condom of a gun (Tediore). Naturally somewhat pissed that he used up a perfectly good 'nade on the fuckers...ah well, he figured there'd be more things to make dead sometime. But he was a bit wrong, and, as he wandered aimlessly throughout the forest. Walking...walking...diagnostics 100%...walking...reloading...checking over the shoulder...polishing the shield...being bored...If there was one thing that TR-8C hated after the transfer, it was that he got bored more easily, since his brain could compute thoughts too quick for him to entertain himself in his own head. Books he could at least force himself to tune down a notch and just wait...but any books he'd had were either eaten by skags, or used as toilet paper by random fucking bandits.

Regardless of his rising boredom, he continued to press onwards, and, once he emerged from the forest, he was covered in leafs, twings stuck into some of his servos snapped as he rolled his shoulders, and his feet left massive muddy footprints as he stared out over the grassy plains...and a big ass waterfall overlooking a pretty big town. Gleefully sprinting towards the town, if he still had a mouth, he'd be beaming, thinking: "BOUT DAMN TIME I FOUND CIVILIZATION!"

Michelle drove on a dirt road, feeling at peace as she moved at an extreme speed while kicking up dust. She was in her element, and nothing could remove that feeling of peace... except for a mine that exploded right underneath her as she drove onto it, sending her flying into the air unexpectedly. She quickly recovered her composure and engaged her bike's flight mode, the wheels each splitting into two to create 4 separate fans that generated lift. She scanned the ground, pulling out her Jakobs pistol. In the air, she had a crystal clear view of the ground, and she quickly determined where other mines were. She took aim through the scope of the pistol and fired 3 shots, each one detonating a mine. She looked at the nearby forest, trying to see if anyone was hiding behind the trees.

The answer to that question was quickly given when a sniper bullet was shot towards Michelle, only to reflect off of the motorbike's shield, straight back at the one who fired it, killing him instantly. The shield wouldn't last much longer, already weakened by the mine, so she'd have to be careful. Still, no one touched her bike without her permission, and the bandits that shot at her were going to pay. She boosted toward the direction of the shot, and was soon assaulted by a barrage of bullets. A large majority of them missed, but a few did land, only to be reflected back. Soon the shield finally broke, but by then Michelle was at the group of bandits, killing many of them with headshots in quick succession.

One bandit, however, was holding a rocket launcher, and he fired 3 rockets in one shot, all aimed for Michelle. Michelle quickly reloaded and performed an evasive maneuver, dodging 2 of the rockets, then shooting the third in mid flight, forcing it to explode. The bandit tried to fire again, but Michelle let loose three shots in quick succession. The first two shots were absorbed by the bandit's shield, but the third hit him right between the eyes.

Satisfied, she lowered herself to the ground and disengaged her flight mode, the fans reverting back into wheels. As she got off her bike, it dematerialized, and she began looting the bodies of the bandits she had killed. Finding nothing too useful, she left the forest, digistructing her bike back into existence, and checked her helmet to make sure it was secure. Then she drove off, heading towards the nearest town, whatever that might be.

The roar of the truck engine echoed across the grassland, the flatbed was heading to the town of Middlemist to pick up a delivery, though the robotic driver did have one extra passenger... On the back of the flatbed sat a sweating icebox with several different colored bottles inside, one of which was suddenly attacked by a tiny, and rather cute, creature! It squeaking as it attempted to pull the bottle out of the icebox.

"You know, if you want to hunt something that bad maybe you should try something a little more your size heh" Nova chuckled as she leaned back to reach up to the ice box and take the bottle Ji was attempting to pull, leaving it hanging above her to drop down onto her chest. "Well, this place is better than any other to start. Uh-ah" She said, standing up and making her way over to the cab of the truck so she could look over it towards the town. It was a lovely place, waterfall and everything. "Could have picked worse." She mentioned offhandedly as she took a swig of her soda and waited for the truck to enter the town. She of course ignored the robots demand for her to get off its truck, as she was doing so anyway. She just had to pull off the ice cooler while she was at it. Who knew bandits were smart enough to put something like this on the back of their car? It was hers now anyway, now if only she could afford a car to put it on.. Either way it would be safe within one of the establishments for now. The Crimson Corner would do just perfectly.

Marcus only stayed for a single drink before deciding that he should go. He had no idea about his follower, and simply put his glass upside down on the bar before standing up and walking out of the bar. He was stopped by the voice of the bartender calling out to him. The man turned around to look at her and to hear what she had to say. His red eyed locked with her jade ones for a moment. Her eyes usually showed confidence and mischief, but now they were looking at the robotic man with a bit of respect for what he had done and what he was doing.

"Thanks for cleaning up the bar. If you're really going to clean out the base of those scum, use this. I hate them just as much as you seem to do." She tossed him a simple pistol with an electric blue paint job on it. It was obvious that it was custom made, and Marcus digistructed it away before nodding to the woman.

"Thanks. What's your name?" He asked her, taking a step back into the bar. If she was going to be his informant, he might as well know a bit about her. He wasn't an impersonal man.

"Mary. And yourself?" She could tell that he wasn't just doing all of this to too her. As she spoke her name, she could feel like time around her was slowing down as her name appeared behind her, along with a subtitle below the name. Maybe she was just imagining it in her head, or maybe it was happening in real life. Which one it truly was, she couldn't tell. The font of her name was rather large and gothic, with the bottoms of each of the letters appearing to be dripping blood. The look of the letters and background severely betrayed her actual appearance, but her clothes and outward appearance may be just a ruse to hide what she really is.

"BLOODY MARY"

"Puts the 'laughter' in 'Manslaughter'"

"Marcus." He replied to her with a nod, silently thanking her for the gun, the drink, and the push in the right direction.Sure he might have gotten what he wanted eventually, but his encounter with her made things easier for him. Although a name and subtitle didn't appear around him, he did see the one that appeared around Mary once she spoke her name. Maybe it was some sort of ECHO interface thing? He wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it gave him a small tidbit of information about his informant. "I'll see you in the future." He said to her as he walked out of the bar and stopped at the vending machine outside of the establishment. It was a Tourge-tough vending machine, similar to the ones that Mr. Tourge himself used during his campaign of carnage several years ago. It had bright orange just about everywhere, and a picture of the company owner with one of his own rocket launchers on his shoulder.

"WELCOME TO THE TOURGE-TOUGH VENDER! YEEEEEEEEAH!"

Marcus looked at the selection of weapons for a moment before sighing. There was nothing good at the moment, and he was perfectly fine with what he had to be honest. He had two guns that he believed to be fairly good. His robot companions were currently non-functional due to the fact that he was doing heavy testing on them, so it would be just him for the time being.

Lorenzo followed the man wondering what he was doing then he saw him trying to buy weapons at one of the vending machines and Lorenzo shook his head a little staying in the shadows and as much as Lorenzo wanted to tell him to get going so they could fight it would seem odd and he might see Lorenzo as a threat considering how he was following him without his notice. Lorenzo was just going to wait since he knew that this guy would bring trouble around eventually so all Lorenzo needed to do was wait and see what would happen and if someone was ready to jump him or attack him Lorenzo would jump in and seem like a hero to him and they could talk to eachother as people but that was a long shot...

Scarlett, bored, decided to leave her apartment that evening. Not wanting TOO much attention, she dressed down into a red strapless dress that had a split up her left thigh to a few inches below her waist. The split showed that her tattoos went all the way up. She then put on her metallic band of a bracelet from where she can digistruct her weapons and a black metallic belt where she stored her shield, just in case. Afterwards, she decided to head on out.

The Crimson Corner was a great place to hang out, so she headed in that direction. As she passed by people she knew, she waved at them, saying 'Hi' and other such greetings. Occasionally she would stop for a few minutes and chat with this person or that. All in all, the fifteen minute walk took her nearly an hour. She did love to talk. As she rounded the corner, she saw a bionic man leaving, and shortly there after, a well armed young man stalking in the shadows after him. This seemed odd to her, so she decided to follow the follower. At a distance, of course.

As she followed, she kept an eye on the younger man while she talked to others along the way. She did love to talk. Here and there, she would lightly jog to catch up, but only when others were not watching. She attempted to keep a distance of 30-60 feet, if the environment allowed.

Michelle reached a town, soon stopping before a bar. The Crimson Corner, Michelle thought. Not a bad place, but not exactly the best place to be either. As she got off her bike, it de-materializing as soon as she got off, she noticed two men leave, one of them bionic, but Michelle paid it no mind. It was only after she noticed the Siren that she began to pay attention. At least, she thought it was a Siren, if her tattoos were enough indication.

Michelle knew about Sirens and what they could, especially after hearing about Lilith and Maya, but didn't expect to actually encounter one on this planet, or even in her lifetime. The fact that a Siren was here was interesting, of course, but the bigger question was why she was here. The thought of finding that out was too much to resist, but at the same time, she preferred being an enigma. She decided that she would follow her from a distance to figure that out.

"...Man this place is...populated." Was all TR-8C thought as he walked through the streets of the city, obviously feeling a bit out of place. He got the occasional stare he was accustomed too, after all, he was basically just a robot in the shape of a man, with a brain hard wired into him. That or they thought he looked cool. Probably the latter. Didn't matter much to him though, since as far as he cared, they were just sorta there to exist. Almost like they had no real reason to be there other than to populate a spacious environment for people to run around in to make it feel more full of li- rebuilding the 4th wall for a moment. Place looked nice, he wished he still had a stomach to eat with, and a liver to get drunk off his ass with. Best he could do now was run a magnet along his CPU, but that made him remember the raspberry pie.

Pie trauma aside, something about a certain someone, a certain...person with a helmet on. In the middle of town...was tailing someone. Walking at a far brisker pace, he nearly outstrided her, and found...what he could only assume to either be a siren, or some chick with funky tattoos cosplaying as a siren. Figuring that this shit was getting suspicious, he kept following along the little conga line, though he didn't really try to be stealthy about it. In fact, he was actually pretty damn noisy, stepping on bits of broken glass and crushing a few people's feet on accident from trying to catch up. Not like it wasn't hard to notice the 6'3 metal colossus with a green helmet and jacket on though. Getting bored with the conga line, he started playing some old radio channels inside of his head, and kept following along, humming the tune of Copacabana.

Lorenzo could hear the broken glass quickly and if that weren't enough someone was stepping on another persons toes, god if that person couldn't be the worst tailer ever then Lorenzo didn't know who was so he quickly pulled out his duel pistols and pointed it at a hottie with a red strapless dress. okay he didn't mind if he was getting tailed by her but as he looked at her up and down he saw someone with a helmet on following her! that made a crack in Lorenzo's mind knowing he was tailed by two people! If that wasn't enough then the person who was making all the noise was a 6'3 freaking robot with a green helmet and jacket! that just sent Lorenzo's mind crashing as he stood their shocked that a trained assassin was being tailed by 3 freaking people and didn't notice till the third jumped in! This humiliating and embarrassing, his master would be turning in his grave if he saw this. So Lorenzo quickly pulled up his pistols and put the blade setting on 3 just to intimidate them thinking their was no point in stealth if all of them saw eachother now. "okay now why the hell do we have a conga line going here!" Lorenzo yelled in anger but directed the anger at the two behind the red hottie, at the one following her he just gave a nod in greeting not having the time to be friendly if he was being tailed by people from his old dojo....

Marcus was well aware of the rather talkative woman behind him, as it was somewhat difficult not to listen to her. Still he carried on and led the conga line. He was quite unsure why so many people were following him, but still he said nothing until the large six foot robot breaking toes and breaking shattered pieces of glass. The man stopped and looked behind him, unsure of what to say to them all. He simply sighed and looked at them with a deadpan expression. "Why are you following me?" He asked them all simply.

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Meanwhile, in a ship orbiting the planet that our protagonists were current on, the sixth member of the now former vault hunters had joined the group, but simply watched instead of picking a character. He didn't want to play without his daughter, and this variant of the game didn't seem all that interesting to the Psycho.

Maya had been asking several questions while they all watched their characters follow each other. It turned out that Gaige had hacked into their ECHO systems so that they could see through the eyes of their characters. The youngest of the six also had her robot travel to the planet so that he could plant cameras all over the place for them to see through. That way, they could always keep an eye on the key pieces in their little game.

"Hey Gaige. How are we going to get them to do things? They might not even pick up ECHO recordings or anything, so it might end up with just us watching them." Axton was curious about that. He remembered what the Mechromancer had told them earlier, and that question had been nagging him since then.

Gaige smiled at Axton and looked around at her five friends. "You guys remember how Angel got into the ECHOnet? I've managed to replicate that so that we can talk to them whenever and wherever! Let's test it out!" She said excitedly as she pressed a rather large button and spoke into a michrophone.

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Marcus was about to speak again right before an image appeared on his ECHO hud. It was like several small video clips of a woman that seemed to be in her early or possibly mid twenties, and she had a rather intricate robotic arm like his own.

"Hello Vault Hunters of Metis!" Gaige spoke to them happily. "I'm Gaige, and... Me and my friends are pretty much just going to move you guys around like board game pieces for our enjoyment. We'll be helping you guys get to a vault!"

Michelle froze in place when the others realized what she was doing, then tried to look innocent, placing her hands behind her back and turning away. She had no explanation ready for what she was doing here, but then her ECHO device activated, showing a red-haired woman with a robotic arm. Michelle recognized her as Gaige, the mechromancer who commanded a menace of a robot. Gaige mentioned how "we'd" help "you guys" get to a vault. Michelle was confused about the "you guys" part, until she turned toward the others and realized that the others' ECHO devices showed the same Gaige that appeared on her device. Realizing that this was somewhat bigger than she expected, she stared at the others, waiting for a response from them.

By this time Nova had sat down onto the ice cooler outside of the building, enjoying a cold cola while she watched the conga line of people that were moving around each other... It was pretty funny to watch to say the least but her entertainment was suddenly interrupted by the introduction of a annoying little sprite on her ECHO hud, which was annoying to say the least as she swore she encoded the thing herself, so whoever was on the other end was very skilled in what she did. Though what was more interesting was what she said, and it was easy to tell it interested a few of the others in her view as well.

With a sigh Nova got up and took a sip of her drink as she walked up to the others. "Well this is interesting. I don't really like the whole controlling idea but the Vault prospect is nice, I was here for such a thing anyway... Now, do we get everything in the vault as long as we play your little game?" She may have been speaking out of turn but these were important questions, after all, a vault was legendary and just being told to go get it while being handed help? "This seems a little shady, though for some reason I have the feeling I have seen you somewhere before... A wanted poster? The news?"

TR-8C didn't really understand why the guy with pistols with needlessly large bayonnets was getting all upset...And he also wanted to know what the conga line was for. Shutting off his radio just as it turned to November Rain, he simply shrugged, saying: "I was just wondering the same thing. Except with less gun waving." Figuring he didn't want any trouble from the guy, he just decided to up and walk away, at least, until someone jacked his vision. "Fucking malware" was what he initially thought as the red-head kept talking...that is, until she made it all sound almost like a game.

Quickly figuring that it'd be best to know what the FUCK was going on, and what the fuck a vault had to do with anything, he asked :"...So...let me get this straight. You. Are going to tell me...or I guess 'us', the location of some vault that may or may not be a complete death trap, and you just expect us to believe that shit?"

Soon Lorenzo calmed down seeing nobody was trying to attack him so Lorenzo slowly put his guns away watching them all start to talk until Lorenzo saw the image of a little girl with a robotic arm "awe! so cute what's wrong little girl got into the wrong fre-" was all Lorenzo had time to say he heard that this girl was leading them or rather the people with her would lead them to the vault then he quickly got a fire in his eyes at the prospect "oh yes, vault hunting here we go. Finally a chance to get the adrenaline boost of a lifetime and become a legendary assassin like zero" Lorenzo grinned wildly at the idea of finding their vault and he guessed it wouldn't be so bad if he partnered up with these people after all they did sneak up on him-no get the idea out of your head they didn't sneak up on you, you just weren't paying attention to anyone else but your target. That's a better thought as Lorenzo sighed having his band aid on...