Vaughn Will Remember That
My entry for the @telltalemonthlychallenge December theme, “Remembrance.” This is my first time publicly posting any of my fanfic writing and I’m incredibly nervous about it. But here we go!
Inspired by the "Vaughn will remember that” you can get in Tales from the Borderlands Episode 3, if you have Fiona buy Vaughn glasses from the Quick Change machine.
Vaughn wandered through Hellion Hole—the shanty town that the former Children of Helios (now known as the Helios Hellions) had erected in the entrance of the wreckage of Helios in the months after Helios had crashed into Pandora. It was one of those rare days at Helios Fallen where no one had any problems to report. No outdated Hyperion systems were failing. No rival bandits (or worse yet, Vault Hunters) had been seen approaching the base. Nobody even had a case of Pandoran Itchy Foot. In short… it was a good day to be a bandit chief.
For some other bandit chief, anyway. Vaughn had learned to dread the quiet days. The peace and quiet gave him too much time to think. To remember. To feel lost and alone, despite being surrounded by people.
Vaughn retreated into his shack and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it and let out a long sigh.
“Don’t,” the little voice in the back of his head warned. The voice and Vaughn both knew Vaughn was going to ignore it. “It’s just going to bum you out,” the voice continued.
Vaughn sighed again and crossed the small shack to a locker against the opposite wall. He opened the door and pulled the contents out: a small black case and a rolled up piece of paper. He carried them to the desk and sat down in the chair. It had been his own desk chair from his office in the accounting department, and had come through the crash of Helios relatively unscathed. He leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling of his shack, and spun himself around slowly in the chair a few times. Vaughn let the chair come to a halt again, and he leaned forward, reaching for the small black case.
Vaughn opened the case and pulled out the Apollo Visioneers—the eyeglasses Fiona had purchased for him from the Quick-Change machine they’d found in the Atlas Biodome while searching for Gortys’s upgrade. Vaughn pulled the cleaning cloth out of the case and wiped the lenses, even though they didn’t need it. The lenses were spotless, the frame in perfect condition. Unlike the Hyperion Echo-Spex Vaughn was currently wearing, which had scratched, cracked lenses, and a piece of tape holding the frame together at the bridge.
Vaughn supposed that he should press the Apollo Visioneers into service, but… he still couldn’t bring himself to put Fiona’s gift at risk of being damaged by the harsh living conditions that had rendered his Echo-Spex nearly useless. Vaughn still remembered the way the Visioneers had digistructed on his face while he was eating a piece of fruit. He hadn’t been paying attention to what the others were doing, so it had taken him a moment to figure out what was happening. He remembered seeing Fiona standing by the Quick-Change. She’d given him one of her patented winks, and Vaughn had panicked… rattling off the Apollo Visioneers’ technical specs. Fiona had flashed her cocky half-smile, obviously pleased.
Vaughn took off his Echo-Spex and put the Visioneers on. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the new glasses. It had been such a long time since he hadn’t had to try to peer around the cracks and scratches in his lenses. Vaughn unrolled the piece of paper and flattened it on the desk as best he could. He stared at Fiona’s wanted poster.
“Where are you, Fi?” Vaughn asked. He missed her. Still. He couldn’t forget her. He’d tried.
“Hey, Vaughn,” Vaughn’s EchoComm crackled in his ear.
“What’s up, Reggie?” Vaughn asked.
“We’re not really sure, but there’s a group approaching the base. Fast.”
“Vault hunters, or bandits?” Vaughn sighed.
“It kind of looks like… Dahl,” Reggie said uncertainly, “or ex-Dahl? Bandits who’ve looted a Dahl facility? We dunno. But it feels like trouble.”
“Ok, I’ll be right there,” Vaughn said. He ended the call.
Vaughn stood, and gave Fiona’s poster one last, longing look before rolling it back up and putting the Apollo Visioneers back in their case. He stowed the keepsakes in the locker, and hastily donned his Echo-Spex before rushing out of his shack.
Vaughn was grateful for the distraction. He’d have plenty of time to mope about Fiona’s disappearance after the Hellions repelled the Dahl-attired bandits.