Knoxx and another Atlas servant named Vaughn, a man of short stature who had surprisingly ripped abs, bustled about, working to make the Atlas party perfect.
Knoxx sighed as he picked up dirty plates off of the dining tables, "Where the hell is Yvette? She's supposed to be helping us clear these tables."
"I think she's slacking off, probably eating," Vaughn shrugged, washing a table with a rag.
Knoxx finished picking up the plates and said over his shoulder as he walked into the kitchen with the before mentioned dishes, "Do me a favor and take away these chairs, since Yvette's too busy." He rolled his eyes, "Oh, and they need you in the main hall."
"Ah! I can't be in two places at once!" Vaughn threw his hands in the air in discontent and let out a deep sigh as he started cleaning faster.
He left with Knoxx to the main hall after they finished in there, the party soon spilling back into the dining room.
Steele walked onto the center stage area, decorated in lovely red flowers and various regal decorations. She was wearing a deep blue mask, plated with silver. She coughed to gain the crowd's attention, "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Now I better see everybody dancing! Let's get this party started!"
Steele left the stage and a band named "Bandora" entered, starting the party off with a classy orchestral song. The guests all danced, save for Handsome Jack, who stood on the sidelines, crossing his arms.
Knoxx and Vaughn entered back into the scene at the start of the music; Steele ordered them, "Fix the lighting, it looks like Mercenary Day in here, not a party. Oh and put the tables up."
Steele walked off, letting the two servants do their tasks. She spotted a close relative of her's, Pollux, adorned in an elegant red mask.
Steele walked to Pollux, smiling, "Good to see you showed up. Ah, when was the last time you and I wore masks at a party like this?" Steele put her hand on her hip, reminiscing the good old days. However, she quickly took note of Pollux's eye, which had an eyepatch over it. She then questioned, squinting her eyes, "What happened to your eye?"
"Ugh, long story," Pollux sighed, crossing his arms, "All I can say is Fiona happened."
"Oh," Steele nodded; it all made sense, considering the objective craziness of said relative, "I see... No pun intended."
Pollux gave her a little glare, but said with a smile to change the subject back to the niceties of polite conversation, "Yes, it's been too long."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Jack was still standing on the sidelines, watching the others waltz. As he crossed his arms and leaned on the wall behind him, his attention was grabbed by another man who was not dancing. He had a sweet look upon his face, brunette hair smoothed back; he had legs for days and was quite frankly the hottest person Handsome Jack has ever seen in his life. Just one look at this man and he forgot all about Nisha. He watched the other man, who was talking to another masked person.
Handsome Jack looked over to his side towards Vaughn and asked him, gesturing towards the one who had caught his attention, "Who is that man over there?"
Vaughn answered nervously, rubbing his eyes, "I'm not sure, sir. I'm not wearing my glasses, so I can't really see..."
"I don't think I've seen true beauty before this night," Jack whispered to himself, ignoring Vaughn.
Nearby, Vasquez stopped dancing, hearing the sound of Jack's voice. He glared in Jack's direction and walked towards Steele. He took her away from her conversation with Pollux, whispering to her, "I can tell by his voice," he pointed at Jack, "That he is Hyperion. How dare that scumbag come here, hiding behind that mask like the coward he is, to sneer at our celebration?!" He turned to a servant of his, "Get me my gun."
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Romeo and Juliet but Borderlands (Handsome Jack x Rhys)
FanfictionAU where Hyperion and Altas are rival gangs that also make guns, reminiscent of the Montagues and Capulets. Tassiter, the leader of the Hyperion gang and the father of Handsome Jack, is constantly waging a gang war against Commandant Steele, the mot...