There Really Ain't no Rest For The Wicked.

Lunch Break

I've decided to explore nearby the town, and come across an old abandoned crimson raiders's post with shields. They're not the greatest, but it's better than no shields. There somehow was enough for the group to have a shield each.

I would bring them all back as soon as I ate. I had taken out a lot of bandits on my way to the base, which has been a while for me. It wiped out most of my energy that I was hungry by the time I made it to the top of the tower. I thankfully made myself a couple sandwiches to eat.

I walked outside the door, or a frame which used to have a door, and sat upon the ledge of the tower. I set down my things, and let my feet dangle off the edge. I was at least 50 ft up in the air. The cold breeze hit my face, it felt refreshing. A feeling that would have been odd to experience in pandoran weather conditions.

I closed my eyes, as the sun hit my face. I sit there a few moments in silence, until my empty stomach was too much to ignore. I ripped open into one of my sandwiches, and eat, thanking myself internally that I brought food.

I few bits into my sandwich and I was interrupted by the static of my ECHO.

From Jack

I choke on my sandwich a little bit, surprised by the moment. I wipe off any mess that could be on my face from eating, not like he could see me anyway. I tune into the station, Jack immediately starts talking.
"Hey how...(munch) god these pretzels suck..(munch)...haven't really talked much since I left you for dead..(munch) How've you been bud?"
I laugh quietly, hopefully not too loud for him to hear. "(Mumbled) Been doing good. Just found some shields. And now I'm eating sandwiches.." I reply, taking another bite of my sandwich.
"Does it taste like shit, like my pretzels do?" Jack asked.
"Nope. Actually tastes pretty good. You should probably eat better food, aren't you like a CEO? Can't you eat something that doesn't taste stale or whatever?" I ask.
"I'll eat whatever the hell I want! I'm only eating them because they have my face on the bag." Jack says defensively. I giggle at his comment.
"What about you? How have you been? Sure it must be hard running a company up in the sky." I ask, not really sure why I'm making conversation.
"Me? (Munch) been pretty good. Just bought a pony made of diamonds. And before to ask, no, it's not a statue. It's an actual freakin pony made of diamonds." Jack replies.
"Wait wait wait...you mean to tell me that you were able to get a live horse made out of diamonds? That's pretty impressive, not gonna lie..."
"Yuuuuppp. You bet your ass it's impressive. I've been trying to come up with a name for her. I was gonna name it piss for brains In honour of you, but that just feels immature.."
I ponder a moment. "Hmmm....well, you probably don't wanna hear my suggestions but, hope you name it someth-"
"Oh! I got it! I'll name er' Butt Stallion!" Jack exclaims as his voice gets quieter. He's probably walking around the room he's in. A few moments later and he's calling his horse over.
"Butt Stallion! Butt Stallion! (Whistles) Here girl!" A horse is heard in the background, and I laugh.
"Butt Stallion says hello." Jack says, a smile evident in his voice. I burst out laughing by the name, as I say hello back.
"Okay-you know what? Screw you! I think it's a good name! I hope a rakk shits on your sandwich and you eat it!" Jacks stops talking and tunes out of the station. I can't stop myself from giggle at how absurd Jack is.

I eventually wipes the tears away from my eyes from my laughing fit, and finish my sandwiches. I take the box of shields from the room, and start to head back to town.