So you want to hear another story eh? Well I'm sure you're tired of the same old vault riggamaroll. This time, we remove ourselves from Pandora to find a place long forgotten by time. Promethea. A place not even good enough for the skags. Atlas Corporation established their first headquarters there, but the rampant corruption within the company led to catastrophic conflicts.
We start our story with a siren. Jezzebelle is a girl who learned quickly in her life to not trust anyone. Especially as a siren. She wore thick heavy clothes through the scorching heat so as not to draw attention to her abilities. Sirens are worth more than all of the eridium on Pandora. Why you ask? Well, that's a story for another time. For now, we find ourselves drawn to the struggles of a vivacious young girl, looking for a place to call home.
"What do you mean it's dead?" Jezz never did like killing things. Sometimes she had to though. Boggrubs weren't exactly something she felt bad about killing though. They looked like giant larvae, but crawled like centipedes with hundreds of legs. This one was a grub, Boggands were the real threat. They grew upwards of thirty feet long at four feet high. That's when she was glad that she had found a good shock pistol.
It was Hyperion, so not particularly ideal, but it got the job done. At least for grubs it did. "I mean it's dead Jezz. Kind of what happens when you empty an entire clip into it." That's Lincoln, Jezz's only real friend. He's the only one that hasn't sold her out to some big corporation. Even though he's had plenty of opportunity, Jezz knew she could trust him by now. Or at least hoped she could. Besides the fact that he's a transplant patient running his lower half on robotic parts, so she doesn't have to worry about the whole sexual tensions between them.
"Man Lincoln. I didn't want to kill it! I feel bad now!" Jezz was still a little girl in body. Barely the age of fourteen and killing bugs, and men alike. Her siren powers weren't quite apparent to her yet, though the tattoo markings made it undeniable. The one thing the Siren heritage had granted her that was more of a burden than a help was good looks. Even at fourteen she had men flocking for her. Although she wasn't sure if that was just her looks, or the fact that women on Promethea was so rare the age didn't exactly play into the desire.
She cut her hair short, and tried to style it to look like a man. Thankfully her chest hadn't filled in yet, so she didn't have to worry about those giving her away. The only thing that gave her away was her soft voice. It was impossible for her to not speak like a young girl. It was the sort of thing that tipped guys off immediately despite her looks. "How long have you been living out here Jezz? You've killed how many people and you feel bad about killing a bug?"
Lincoln was in his thirties. He was a mentor of sorts, teaching her the ways of the borderlands. She still couldn't shake the feeling that the things she was doing was wrong, no matter how much of it was in self defense. "Well I mean... It's still a living thing! That's not easy to deal with!" Lincoln cocked an eyebrow at her with his chiseled, scarred face. He had been mauled as a kid by skags on Pandora. He was saved after having his bottom torn off by a band of vault hunters that happened to be escorting a doctor. One of them was a siren, if he remembered correctly.
From what he told me he'd much rather deal with skags than Boggrubs or Boggands. Though Rakks on the other hand, those he didn't miss. "Lincoln! Don't give me that! I'm still a little girl! Let me be disturbed by things while I can!" Standing on his entirely robotic legs, Jezz was reminded of who made them for him. It was another vault hunter, a teenager named Gaige. Maybe there is a reason she could trust him after all. "The fact that you're mature enough to understand that tells me you're not actually disturbed by it." He chuckled while he started scanning the bug with his robotic hand.
It came with an organic material scanner, which came in handy when salvaged stuff from baddies. He said that it was really helpful when skags would swallow pretty much everything; including ammo. Sometimes that was a precious commodity you didn't pass up. "Oh come on! It doesn't really bother me but you're the only one I can act like a little girl around! I always have to put on this tough guy face with people I don't know let me have this moment!" Shaking his head, he finished scanning the bug.
"Fine! Fine. At least we've got something in this one. Take a look." Dust was getting in her eyes too easily. This dust bowl liked to make it difficult to live. Not only were the people trying to kill you, but so was the planet itself. To be fair, Promethea used to be a pretty great place to live. Literature and video documents detailed lush green forests and swamps, without a single desert to be found on the entire planet. Now, you'd be lucky to find water anywhere.
Some of the wildlife adapted, like the Boggands. It wasn't often that you ran into a land croc from time to time, but that was also a very good thing. They evolved incredibly thick skin in order to combat the stinging dust storms, and scales to defend against men with guns. The only thing that could effectively fight them was some kind of corrosive weapon. That's why she was glad she could augment her phase shower ability to deal any kind of elemental damage she wanted. Even cold and slag weren't beyond her ability.
"Looks like it swallowed someone's gun. Think we can salvage it?" These things weren't easy because the Boggand's digestive system was brutal. Corrosive damage didn't do much to them because that's all they were for the most part. Corrosive substances. "I dunno. Worth a try though!" Searching through her echo device, she found her flame knife and digistructed it in her hands. This baby she got from a super high up atlas scrub that had captured her to sell her to Dahl. Thankfully, bandits were stupid and didn't think about her phase abilities.
She had developed many in her childhood, playing around with it secretly. There were ways she could concentrate the eridium energy to do pretty much whatever she wanted. But her favorite one by far was the phase shower. There was a constant stream of energy flowing throughout the universe that she could feel as a siren, and the day she was captured was the day she realized she could tear open the veil and let those energies run rampant in a controlled area.
It was dangerous for her too, so she had to be careful with it. So when the atlas scrub captain had loaded them all up in a technical to be sold, she waited until they were in a barren area and opened the veil, allowing the energies to be concentrated into small beams. Small eridium energy lasers tore through the bandits and technical alike, and even through her own arm. She still remembered the tearing feeling in her arm. The screams the men gave made more sense when she knew the kind of pain they were going through.
Cutting slowly through the area Lincoln pointed her to the weapon, she slowly made an incision into the Boggrub's skin. Thick muscles were easy to get through with the flame knife, since it was super heated to cut through anything. "Like a hot knife through a Boggand. I'm gonna use that now." Seriously, it was surprisingly easy to cut through this thing. Once the stomach opened up, she found a small shotgun that had been eaten through. It was an old Jakobs shotgun, which would have made it valuable, if the barrel hadn't been melted.
"Awww. No good boss." She pulled it out and showed it to him, thankful that her shield ate the damage from the corrosive slime around it. "Well that sucks. We really need to find me a weapon too. We can't keep living on just that little taser you've got there." Jezz stood up and stretched, taking a big breath in. "Well, there's not much we can do now. It's not like a gun is gonna just fall out of the sky. Not a good one at least." Taking a look around, she noticed something shining up in the air. Something was breaking through the atmosphere, though it was far away and wasn't going to land anywhere near them.
"Hey! Look at that! What do you think the odds are that that's-" Lincoln held up his hand and stopped her. "Jezz. No. You remember what happened last time we went on a chase like this?" She pouted at him, putting on a sad face. "No! You can't do this to me! Not again!" Jezz walked up to him and gave him a big hug. Even though she barely stood up to his chest due to his robotic legs. "Damnit girl! No! I don't care how adorable you are!" Whimpering and looking up at him, she gave him a sad face. "But... But... I want to Papa!"
That one always got him. He never said no to that. "Damn you devil child!" As she was letting go, an explosion was heard off in the distance. "Let's go Papa! We don't want someone else to get it now do we?" She giggled and skipped around to a trotting speed in the direction of the explosion. It had come from a dead forest, which was still decaying and turning to dust. Thankfully, it was only about ten miles east of where they were. Thanks to Moxxi's daughter Ellie, Promethea saw a revival in Catch-a-Ride stations.
And since Lincoln had an in with vault hunters, she let them use the stations for free. Getting a technical was easy, and since she could augment the turret pretty much any way she wanted with her powers, they were practically invincible in one. There was nothing like the sound of another technical melting under the rain of corrosive bullets. The screams weren't very pleasant when the scrubs got hit by them, but the metal boiling made it all worth it. Hopping into the technical with the joyful hyperness of a fourteen year old, Lincoln shook his head at how this young girl could be so cheerful on such a crappy planet.
"Let's go Lincoln! Come on!" Shrugging, he found himself unable to resist. He got excited about maybe finding a cool new piece of gear too. "I guess that's just what we do. No sense in fighting who you are. Let's go Jezz!" He hopped into the driver's seat and turned on the radio. Some fast jazz started playing and he could instantly hear her protests. "Fine! Let's get something a bit more upbeat going." Flipping through the radio, Lincoln finds some loud dubstep and turns it up as loud as he could.
Revving up the engine, Jezz starts bobbing her head to the beat, as he let's go of the brakes and tears off through the dust. The mountain they were shadowed by started to fade into the distance, as they darted towards the dead forest. A mountain of dust kicks up behind them, while Jezz spins the turrent around and starts scanning their rear for any activity. While they didn't have Rakks on Promethea, they had birds of prey. The worst of them were the Nintas. They were hawks that had developed a strange armoring on their feathers. They were small, but their talons and feathers were sharp.
They could cloak themselves loosely, though it wasn't hard to spot if you were trained for it. They refracted light and changed the contrast around them using the armoring on their feathers. Light would change direction and cause confusion on their positions, blurring them like a sasquatch to your very eyes. Sometimes they were just an incomplete picture on a background, which made you think you were just hallucinating.
Screeching gave them away easily though. Nintas weren't too bright, considering they had such an advantageous evolutionary trait, but weren't smart enough to realize that they shouldn't draw attention to themselves while they were cloaked. So even if you couldn't see them directly, you knew you were in direct danger. Again, that's where her siren powers came in handy. She could augment the bullets to explode in mid air which she could stagger and create a long line of explosions which if nothing else staggered their advance.
"How we looking up front Papa?" She couldn't be heard over the dubstep, so she kicked the back of the seat and looked down at Lincoln. He gave a silent thumbs up and continued to drive through the dusty shelf. It had been a surprisingly smooth ride. It wasn't often that you got even ground to drive around on, so you appreciated not feeling like vomiting after fifteen minutes of constant bumps. It was a bit too soon to be saying that, as she felt the familiar vertigo of a large jump.
She watched as the even ground they were driving on gave way to a cliff, and looked down as the cliff face fell off to a ninety degree angle. Thankfully, she liked the vertigo, and wasn't particularly afraid of heights. Shields these days came with a built in impact absorber for falls. It drained the entirety of your shield, but you would land without much injury. Although it won't protect you from what's at the bottom of the fall, like drowning in a fast river, or quicksand.
They landed with a thud, and she saw her shield drain to nearly a quarter charge left. Thankfully they weren't in any immediate danger, so it had time to charge. The landscape changed drastically, and now they were on severely bumpy terrain. In fact, she had the feeling they may need to get out and walk. Jezz never felt bad about leaving a technical behind, but Lincoln always did. It didn't matter that they were digistructed from nothing and the material cost was never an issue.
It was still not good to waste, and you never know who's hands it could end up in. Every time he would lecture her on to always cover her tracks. As if she didn't already know that. Dubstep stopped, and the roar of the engine was all that was left until Lincoln started shouting. "I think we're gonna have to hoof it Jezz. This isn't car friendly terrain." That's not what she wanted to hear. Jezz didn't like walking if she could help it. Often times she would have Lincoln carry her since he was on robotic legs and didn't feel pain in his feet.
"Will you carry me Papa?" Doesn't hurt to ask right? "No. We need to be alert out here. Forests are largely unexplored for a reason. People don't often come back remember. Maybe we can capture a Little Worm if we're lucky. I hear Hammerlock pays good for new species." Little Worms were exactly as they sounded. They were little worms, about fifteen centimeters wide. They were easy to step on, which was a terrible, terrible idea.