At this point the stories are all the same. There is no variation to the words passed on from one to another. Jack had found all of the sirens. He now controlled all of Pandora with the 12 hands of ancient power only he, and the sirens themselves, could understand. But something didn't seem right in all of this. In every photo, Jack seemed scared. He seemed uneasy as if something was amiss. I can only sit and wonder if anyone else noticed this.
My name's Gaige. I'm a Mechromancer. I don't do much, to be completely honest. I just watch my robot, Deathtrap, melt enemies that I tell him too. Technically I'm part of the Vault Hunters but I'm more of a substitute than anything. Before she was taken, Lilith couldn't shutup about how I needed more training before I could do the work they do. But soon I'll save her, soon I'll prove myself. I can hear the others returning. I know them all by their walk at this point. The soft patter of Tiny TIna's dangerous feet, the sly scuttle of Mordecai's drunken consciousness, the slam of Brick's giant tree stumps as he ambled along. The sharp trot of Axton's ever careful march, the heavy tromp of Salvador's unyielding roam, and lastly, the whisper of Zer0's seemingly nonexistent prowl. I wonder what news they've brought back this time.
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The Phoenix of Pandora
FanfictionHey guys! Colson Mueller here with an actual full length fan fiction. I will be updating it as I can. It is based off of the idea of there being 6 sirens on Pandora. 5 being found, 1 being killed. A 6th Siren is then sent to replace the dead Siren...
