[meme] | @vangxardStatus: not accepting
Since his recent promotion, it felt like Handsome Jack was continually testing him. This recent assignment felt no different, and Rhys was beginning to see why no one liked going to Pandora. The locals were far from friendly for starters, though at least he had Axton to keep him company.
“Get down!” It was shouted as he was ushered into hiding, Rhys scrambling to get his Hyperion gun out so he could at least defend himself. Though the company man hadn’t exactly taken any courses on proper gun use.
Especially not how to shoot one.
He poked out from hiding, shooting at one of the bandits as Axton was busy picking them off. One explosion had Rhys covering his head, feeling like he was going to piss himself from how scared he was. Shit, fuck, he was not cut out for this.
Rhys had barely noticed the time passing, huddled in a ball, head pulled to his knees. So scared, he jumped, shooting first when he felt someone touch his shoulder.
It took him a moment to realize just who he’d shot, panic settling in as he rushed to Axton’s side. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He pulled up his ECHO comm, calling Helios. “I need help, Axton is down. I—please, send help.”