Chifuyu's POV
Jack: Oh, crap.
He ejected us and started shooting the soldiers.
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Springs: Ok, the robot is fine but to everyone else, you're about to die.
Claptrap: Damn my psychosomatic need for oxygen
We holded our breath and started following her.
Springs: Here, I'll turn on this Air Dome Generator so you can get a breather!
We got under it and took a breath. Tim almost suffocated.
Springs: Nearly there! It'd be embarrassing if you died now.
We followed her some more and reached her shelter.
Springs: Everybody good? Nice to meet ya. I'm Janey Springs, junk dealer. Who're you?
Athena: I'm Athena.
Springs: Well hello.
Wilhelm: Wilhelm.
Springs: I like your cybernetic eye. And beard
Nisha: Nisha.
Springs: The outlaw bandit-killer? I've heard of you.
Claptrap: I am an experimental prototype known as FR4G--
Springs: --Cool.
Tim: The name's Jack... babe.
Springs: Well. Nice to meet you, Jack.
Aurelia: Lady Hammerlock. I own a planet. It's not a big deal.
Springs: Works for me!
Chifuyu: And i'm Chifuyu.
Springs: The healer? Oh, i've heard stories about your adventures. So what are you all doing here?
Chifuyu: Trying to get back to Helios. There's a jammin' signal around here we gotta take care of first, though.
Springs: A jamming signal? Haven't noticed anything like that. You might wanna get to Concordia -- little citty run by a fella called "The Merrif". Gotta be somebody there who can help you. You'll need an O2 kit -- "Oz kits", we call 'em -- to survive the journey, though. I've got some broken ones stashed nearby, but I can repair 'em for you. Even if you ain't the breathing type, you'll be glad you've got an Oz kit. Head to these coordinates and clear the place out.
Tim and i headed there. There was no need to risk all of our lives. We managed to reach the place. There were some rock creatures blocking our way.
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