Started a Borderlands FanFic that'll probably be in installments. More will be revealed about the main character as the story progresses and plot unfolds.
Please let me know if you like it and it'll keep me motivated to write more.
It'll be published to the FanFic website as soon as can figure it out. Since I'm a new user there I have to wait 12 hours to publish.
I was dead tired. I smelled like dried Skag blood and sweat having been out struggling in Pandora’s Wastelands looking for a lucky break. While out on a hunt it’s best to sleep with one eye open, one foot on the floor and a hand on your sidearm. I hadn't had a good nights sleep in three days. If any small noise doesn't wake you up while you’re out in the Wasteland - you’re as good as dead.
The usual group of veteran Vault Hunters had gathered at day’s end in Moxxi’s bar to tip back a few cold ones. It was also an informal way of taking a head count - seeing who made it through another day on this deadly rock spinning in space. I had been away for three days so I was getting subtle tips of a glass here, a nod there, a wink from an seasoned Vault Hunter who was methodically polishing his monocle. It felt good to be back. But empty handed? Not so good.
Moxxi was kind enough to set out the salted Bladeflower seeds and scraps of her homemade Skag jerky - it was Moxxi’s version of ‘Happy Hour’. It always made me snicker, Happy Hour on Pandora, now that’s a joke. Usually someone had a good find out in the Wastelands and bought everyone a round, no, not today. It was exceptionally quiet, no one bragging about the best loot found that day. It was too late and it had been an exceptionally hot, unfulfilling day.
My eyes were shot from squinting into the harsh sun, I closed my eyes to give them a break and I must have nodded off.
I was suddenly standing in the perfect Vault. It was just like all the legends I had heard over the years. Sealed away underground and untouched for a century. Loot piled high and giving off a radiant glow. I was taking it all in and planning how I’d cart off all this loot when a ghostly apparition rose up from the loot pile like smoke. As it formed into a human shaped it looked straight in my direction and pointing over my shoulder it whispered, “Watch out! Watch out for The Shine!”.
I woke with a start, knocking the Bladeflower seeds across the bar and had one hand on my Hornet drawing it from the holster. Moxxi was right there, gently placing a hand on my wrist and leaning toward my ear she softly said “Easy Sugar, we’re all friends here!”
I slid my Hornet snugly back into it’s holster and straightening my hair a bit I looked around to see if anyone noticed. The last thing a Vault Hunter needs is a rep of getting the skull shivers, or worse, having brain worm from sleeping in the Deserted Canyons of Cragsmoor Sands. With a bad rep no one will travel in the Wastelands with you ever again. No use in letting someone cover your back who’s gone soft in the head.
Moxxi slid me another drink saying, “This one’s on the house Sugar, you look like you can use it.”
I nodded and slipped her a generous tip, for the free drink and hoping to buy her discretion about my incident. As I reached for the Skag jerky Moxxi snatched the bowl off of the bar and put it away. Looking over my shoulder and pointing toward the door with a movement of her chin, she said, “Watch out for The Shine!”
Please let me know if you like it and it'll keep me motivated to write more.
It'll be published to the FanFic website as soon as can figure it out. Since I'm a new user there I have to wait 12 hours to publish.
--- ---The Shine - Chapter 1 - Shine On--- ---
I was dead tired. I smelled like dried Skag blood and sweat having been out struggling in Pandora’s Wastelands looking for a lucky break. While out on a hunt it’s best to sleep with one eye open, one foot on the floor and a hand on your sidearm. I hadn't had a good nights sleep in three days. If any small noise doesn't wake you up while you’re out in the Wasteland - you’re as good as dead.
The usual group of veteran Vault Hunters had gathered at day’s end in Moxxi’s bar to tip back a few cold ones. It was also an informal way of taking a head count - seeing who made it through another day on this deadly rock spinning in space. I had been away for three days so I was getting subtle tips of a glass here, a nod there, a wink from an seasoned Vault Hunter who was methodically polishing his monocle. It felt good to be back. But empty handed? Not so good.
Moxxi was kind enough to set out the salted Bladeflower seeds and scraps of her homemade Skag jerky - it was Moxxi’s version of ‘Happy Hour’. It always made me snicker, Happy Hour on Pandora, now that’s a joke. Usually someone had a good find out in the Wastelands and bought everyone a round, no, not today. It was exceptionally quiet, no one bragging about the best loot found that day. It was too late and it had been an exceptionally hot, unfulfilling day.
My eyes were shot from squinting into the harsh sun, I closed my eyes to give them a break and I must have nodded off.
I was suddenly standing in the perfect Vault. It was just like all the legends I had heard over the years. Sealed away underground and untouched for a century. Loot piled high and giving off a radiant glow. I was taking it all in and planning how I’d cart off all this loot when a ghostly apparition rose up from the loot pile like smoke. As it formed into a human shaped it looked straight in my direction and pointing over my shoulder it whispered, “Watch out! Watch out for The Shine!”.
I woke with a start, knocking the Bladeflower seeds across the bar and had one hand on my Hornet drawing it from the holster. Moxxi was right there, gently placing a hand on my wrist and leaning toward my ear she softly said “Easy Sugar, we’re all friends here!”
I slid my Hornet snugly back into it’s holster and straightening my hair a bit I looked around to see if anyone noticed. The last thing a Vault Hunter needs is a rep of getting the skull shivers, or worse, having brain worm from sleeping in the Deserted Canyons of Cragsmoor Sands. With a bad rep no one will travel in the Wastelands with you ever again. No use in letting someone cover your back who’s gone soft in the head.
Moxxi slid me another drink saying, “This one’s on the house Sugar, you look like you can use it.”
I nodded and slipped her a generous tip, for the free drink and hoping to buy her discretion about my incident. As I reached for the Skag jerky Moxxi snatched the bowl off of the bar and put it away. Looking over my shoulder and pointing toward the door with a movement of her chin, she said, “Watch out for The Shine!”