The Good and the Bad ~aarmau/borderlands AU~

~Prologue~

This is an Aarmau/Borderlands Alternate Universe, so it's okay if you don't know much about Borderlands or Aphmau. This is a fusion of both worlds, therefore, there will be some changes. P.S. this doesn't follow the same storyline as the real Borderlands.

*Play Song*

Gunfire of all sorts rings out from all sides, volleys of metal springing from every direction, threatening lives as they soar.

This wasn't new on Pandora, of course. In the wastelands of this ravaged planet, these kinds of life-threatening, violent events are an everyday occurrence.

And they loved it.

"GAH! GOD DAMN FLAMING PSYCHO LIT MY ASS ON FIRE!" A pale man with shocks of bluish white hair exclaims while running around with, indeed, an ass on fire.

"For Irene's sake, Travis." A muscular young woman with powder blue locks uses her flame- resistant gauntlets to rid Pandora of that particular enemy. The aflame creature letting out a singular cry before it is drowned out by its quick death.

"Oh c'mon, Katelyn, it wouldn't be a proper fight without Travis doing something idiotic." Garroth snickers, a stocky blonde who was rattling a nearby crazed marauder with a hit to the noggin with his shield before finishing off the fiend with his sword.

"Travis wouldn't be Travis without doing something idiotic." The tallest man of the group remarks, the all-powerful demonic sword in his grasp as he took on the badass nomads.

"I will not take this abuse!" The supposed idiot they called Travis exclaims, finally distinguishing the flame at his rear so he can join the fight as the Demon Warlock, casting spells to help aid his fellow Vault Hunters.

Yes, these were the Vault Hunters or at least some of them.

"I thought Travis would make a self-flattering comment about having a lit ass by this point, but what do I know?" A scarf-covered brunette voices through the communications system the group shared, shooting in comfort a good hundred meters away from the fight with his trusty sniper rifle at his fingers. "I'm just here to save his ass."

"Hey, Lucinda? Get your boyfriend to stop talking about my boyfriend's ass." Katelyn exclaims, swiping up a nearby fallen bandit's gun to take down some sprinting psychos from a distance.

"If I could control what Laurence Zvahl says, life would be a hell of a lot easier." Lucinda states, her coordinated hands summoning balls of electric blue energy before casting them accordingly at approaching enemies from the roof of their travel vehicle, which was an abomination of a few vehicles into one which was where they slept at night and traveled in during the day. The whole thing was a heaping piece of assorted scrap metal, but it was home.

With Handsome Jack, a renowned hilarious psychopath, still at large with a robotic army behind him, Vault Hunters from all over are coming together to try and take him down before he lets the Warrior out against Pandora. A beast that has only been known to be defeated and imprisoned by the Goddess of the world, Irene herself.

Doing small deeds and quests for mercenaries was this groups forte. But it's not like Handsome Jack is their best friend, no matter how charismatic and psychotic he is.

After finishing off the remaining foes, the group scavenges the fallen for loot. Plucking leisurely from the carnage for anything that will sell well in the black market.

Aaron, the tall one with the significant demonic sword and shotgun, makes his way over to the slim brunette in the scarf, otherwise known as Laurence. "Great job man, it's always comforting knowing you're looking over us like a guardian angel..."

"Of course boss, gotta make sure you stay alive so I get my dough, you know?" Laurence jokes, bro-hugging accordingly with the leader of their group as they retire to the House.

"Find anything?" Aaron questions as he enters the main room of the House, which consisted of a long rusted conference table that was now consumed by a varied abundance of bandit weapons.

"Found a couple handguns and grenades, this one even got slag damage on it," Travis announces, gesturing to the weapons laid out in front of him. Everyone does the same with their stashes, and just as they are about to disperse, Aaron calls to attention another announcement.

"Alright guys, first and foremost, good job today, and I'm glad the only injury to come out of it was Travis's toasted ass...."

The group shares a chuckle, Garroth smacking Travis on the back, and Travis could not help but crack a smile.

"Second of all, we'll be in Sanctuary by morning tomorrow and I just want to warn you all....this mission we are about to briefed on is different than anything we've ever done...."

"It's against Handsome Jack, we know Aaron. We all have our beef with him and...." Lucinda starts, sighing as flame danced at her fingertips for all to see, distinguishing it accordingly to prove her point. "We've all been waiting for this....we're all in.."

The rest of the group murmur in agreement, Aaron adjourning the meeting to let the rest of his crew go to their rooms. Aaron himself was about to head to the cockpit before he is stopped by Katelyn.

"Please tell me you have good news...." Aaron pleads, Katelyn smirking as she pulls from a pocket in her cargo pants a silver orb. She hands it to Aaron who takes it wholeheartedly, a slight smile at his lips, a rare sight due to recent events.

"Thank you so much Katelyn...this is the key to taking down Handsome Jack once and for all...."

"Aaron I just....." Katelyn blurts out before she can stop herself, her palm at her lips to prevent any more outbursts.

Aaron knows right away what she means, his head dropping as his fingertips traced the intricate designs of the orb.

"I just hope you know....that whatever we do....it'll never bring her back..."

"I know Katelyn.....I know all too well...." Aaron says with obvious masked pain in his words, Katelyn feeling instant guilt from reminding Aaron of the event that has been plaguing his mind recently.

"I've come to terms with it.....she's gone...and I know she is...." Aaron raises his head to Katelyn once more, determination in one eye and a tear in the other. "But I'm not gonna let that bastard spend another minute more breathing on a planet where Aphmau is not....."

Always fun starting a book off with some death, isn't it?

Or is she?

Have a nice day my crystals!