A Beastmaster and Vaults

Act 1 Continued

    A bullet hell was the definition of the situation. Except we were the ones raining the hellfire of lead into the bodies of the opposers, Moze laying waste to the bandits by riddling them with holes from the Vladof pistol she was content with. Zane having picked up a Hyperion smg slid in and out of cover, using the built in shield to his advantage. Amara having picked up a Maliwan shotgun rushed forward with the pyro element, switching to it's radiation alternative mode time to time. While I was firing away with a scoped Jacobs revolver, sniping the furthest bandits that moved in and out of cover, providing suppression fire to their stupid allies.

    The firefight was short, but loved. That was until a cheese grater grating against a chalk board of a voice spoke. "Minio- I mean, Recruit! You won't survive against Shiv with your weak, frail bodies! You need shields! Look around!" Clap Trap exclaimed, our euphoria short lived as we all collectively groaned. Dink, having been burrowing in and out of the COV Bandits was covered in vicious material. Offered me a small pack of pistol ammunition, she "scavenged" from a bandit. I looked at her, taking the ammunition, "When did you eat this?" I asked. Dink only walked away from me, ignoring my question with a sway and a large bit of sass.

    With my small confrontation with Dink, my fellow vault hunters called out to me from across the area as they stood on top of a few cargo ship containers. They fashioned the shields to their belts as I climbed up. Grabbing one I let out a small thanks, earning a gentle smile from Moze, a thumbs up from Zane, and a simple "No problem" from Amara. Strapping it onto my own belt loop, I check my pistol before nodding to the group. As we walked, Moze decided to bring up conversation, "What's your favorite manufacturer?" She asked all of us sincerely, "Would have to go with Hyperion for me, the aiming thing they've got is just really fuckin' good." Zane speaks up. "Maliwan, the multiple elements in one weapon without the need to switch to a weapon specifically for that element is quite advantageous in battle." Amara declares with pride. While I walked a bit, pondering the thought, "Jakobs, the sheer firepower is good for quick hunts. You, Moze?" I answered, turning and looking at the smaller being. She smilies once more in a wicked grin, "Vladof. The fire rate means MOAR BULLETS!" She exclaimed, sure and loud.

We all laughed as comfortable silence fell over the group after that, with the exception of footsteps and Dink's skittering.
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Author here; this chapter is short and sweet. Been busy with other unpublished stories/drafts and I had gotten a notification of this being added to a library.

It reminded me this existed, so i decided to write up a quick chapter to make sure I don't forget it and to keep others on their toes.
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