For all the ranting and raving he did on the atrocious and ethically barren state of Pandora, it truly wasn’t often the big shot CEO actually found himself down on the planet himself. If he were to be entirely honest, Jack wouldn’t be caught dead on Pandora for business purposes lest they were in order to further the plans he had in store for the planet’s future. He felt filthy just being on the forsaken ball of dust – he could practically feel a layer of grime clinging to his form, a thin sheen of sweat from the torturous heat, (as well as from his rendezvous with the sheriff), relentlessly beating down on him to accompany it.
First order of business upon returning to Helios: a nice, cold shower.
Preoccupied as he was with straightening out his attire and fixing his disheveled hair to the best of his ability, initially, he hadn’t seen the stranger approaching in the distance. The gunshot that sounded out, however, he did.
Drawn from his reverie by the sharp, abrupt sound which echoed through the barren wastelands, Jack ceased his grumbling and raised his head, catching sight of the altercation between Elisa and the typical bandit. Drawing his own gun for good measures; the conference call, obviously, iconic for its sleek design and superior range for a shotgun [Hyperion’s finest!], he watched on with an arched brow and squinting eyes. From what he could make out of the figures, at least one of them appeared not to be the typical screeching bandit nor shirt-adverse psycho.
They were feminine in stature, even. That, admittedly, was likely what kept him from shooting at the two of them straight off the bat for no other purpose than knowing it’d amuse him.
To see her spare the bandit did come across as strange, however. It wasn’t common practice to avoid killing when most appeared to revel in it, and it happened to be a situation of kill or be potentially cannibalized.
Which was precisely why, after she had left the bandit disarmed and immobilized, Jack had taken it upon himself to finish the job himself. The last thing that bandit would’ve seen was Handsome Jack himself standing over him, pressing the barrel of the shotgun to his head before firing point blank.
The ensuing gore that splattered both him and his surroundings in the blast had him snickering at just how gross it all was. Were Elisa to look back towards the sound of the shotgun, she’d be greeted with the sight of that very man in the billboards, covered in collective blood and brains, both of which he was trying to have wiped off of himself, of the bandit she had encountered.
But just in case she hadn’t, Jack was nice enough to call out to her from afar. It was plainly clear that this woman was an offworlder.
“You’re doing everyone a favour by getting rid of them! This asshole probably would’ve gone off to eat someone’s kid if I let him live!”
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