#verse;borderlands

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           Leaning back at Moxxi’s bar she caught a glimpse of... Was that an old timer? No way. Nobody grew old in this section of the universe. Considering the oldest person she herself had ever met must’ve been in his early fourties the older looking guy was certainly almost an anomaly. She’d have to talk to him.             Waiting for him to eventually take his seat at the bar she’d move over and would sit next to him, ordering a drink on herself. If there’s one thing Pandora had, it was alcohol as bad as it’s environments. Yuck. An annoying voice sounded off from her hip-holstered shotgun. “Yuck, lookit this old f**k! Looks like he smells-a piss n’ sorrow!” Then came a slap from a metallic hand.              “Sorry about her. What’s your tactic, old timer? How do you stay alive out here? You don’t look the type to hide in towns... No, I know those kinds all too well.” She’d take a look over at Moxxy for a small moment before turning back. “Tell me your story, or what you will. I’ll share information back, or booze. Whichever.”

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           God, Elpis was a shitpile. Had a whole lot to explore and to be honest it was pretty expansive even though it was clearly dwarfed by Pandora itself. The mercenary often found time to sit outside the back entrance to Concordia, a shitty little compost heap that was the ‘beacon’ of Elpis. Fat chance, any place like that in Promethia was torn apart by fauna in days if not hours. Clearly this wasn’t her home planet, she never understood why she dwelled on that.             Shaking her angry thoughts from her brain the merc caught two pretty weird looking bandits headed to the city, or at least her way. Leaning up off of the weapons vender she’d take a step outside, her Oz kit activating to provide her with oxygen. Her robotic left arm held a gleaming and exotic triple barreled shotgun in it’s grip. As the two approached it decided to comment. “Ay look at this these f**kin’ c**ts! Shoot em’, dig it in! Fatty fat fat! Lab rat, rat face!” The thing seemd to vibrate in her grip with some mix of psuedo anger and excitement. The hulking woman herself took a look at the two for a while, smirking a little under her skull print bandanna.             “Don’t mind my girlfriend. Toll road, wanna get through here, it’ll cost ya... I don’t know, your Oz kits or something. Or you can jump into the lava, that’d be funny.”