There ain't no rest for the wicked. (Borderlands, IC, RP)

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Somewhere on Pandora, in the ruins of the site Sanctuary had crashed after anarchy had set in again, a gigantic glass bulb had appeared. The ruins were overrun by strange glass humanoid creatures. Laurel watched from behind a hill as the creatures went around with there strange loping gait. They were easily 50% taller than most people and twice as tall as Laurel. She pondered where they had come from, how they had appeared so suddenly but could think of no answer. Suddenly there was a massive glassy screech behind her and she turned around to come face to face with one of the creatures. It bellowed at her with it's jagged, cave-like mouth. Its eyes were bright red orbs in it's glass skull that looked like molten glass. She raised her fire element plasmacaster and fired a three shot burst. The burst caused the creature to recoil as molten glass flew from the impact points. Laurel scrabbled away from the creature and raised her left mechanical arm. She activated the digistruct protocol with her mind and in a flash of blue Quicksilver stood between her and the machine gently swaying on its long flexible legs. The creature bellowed a challenge to Quicksilver and charged. The mech stretched out its long extendable arms and wrapped the creature tightly, issuing a digital beeping noise as acknowledgement of the challenge. The creature found itself raised up unceremoniously as the arms wrapped around it multiple times before constricting. The creature bellowed and screeched as cracks began to form on its glass surface. Much to Laurel's surprise a beam of light surrounded her, she quickly recalled Quicksilver and the teleporter beam activated. She arrived in what seemed to be a city, but not one she had heard of in her explorations. The walls were shiny and metallic. The room was empty and devoid of anything.

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Your character is going about their business when suddenly a bright teleporter beam locks onto them and teleports them into the same room as Laurel.

Laurel gazed around in astonishment as people began teleporting in, she thought this might be a bandit arena and felt both her mechanical heart and her biological one double timing. "Erm, hello?" She said sheepishly.

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[Morlodania]

Nataria was minding her own business, drinking in a bar as had become normal to her over the past couple months. She had had a big score about six months ago, and now had more than enough cash to last her a year, or two, if she was careful. She finished her scotch and ordered another, which the bartender served her without delay. Just as she reached for the glass, however, she... Vanished, much to the surprise of everyone in the bar, and to her as well, as well as much to the bartender's anger.

She appeared in a room, shiny and metallic, and watched as others appeared with her. She was Laurel first of all, as she had spoken up, and shot her a curious glance. She looked the other woman up and down. Looked about 17, probably a mechanomancer. Not somebody she wanted to mess with if she had the chance. "Hey. Any clue what's going on here?"

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

She appeared in a room, shiny and metallic, and watched as others appeared with her. She was Laurel first of all, as she had spoken up, and shot her a curious glance. She looked the other woman up and down. Looked about 17, probably a mechanomancer. Not somebody she wanted to mess with if she had the chance. "Hey. Any clue what's going on here?"

Laurel shook her head, "Umm . . . No . . . No I have no idea what's going on. . . Although I'm not exactly hating it, almost bit the dust back there." She said, speaking slowly as her mechanical organs and inner timing mechanisms readjusted from the teleport. She felt as her normal heart slowed to normal and her mechanical heart sped up as it did. She wasn't sure why but it just did and it meant she was usually hyper. As it's pulse increased she smiled at Nataria, "I'm Laurel but you can call me Sprocket. Its nice to meet you. I was fighting a big glass type monster thingy when poof suddenly I'm here. But anywho, what's your name?" She said at an exceptionally fast pace.

[Morlodania]

Laurel shook her head, "Umm . . . No . . . No I have no idea what's going on. . . Although I'm not exactly hating it, almost bit the dust back there." She said, speaking slowly as her mechanical organs and inner timing mechanisms readjusted from the teleport. She felt as her normal heart slowed to normal and her mechanical heart sped up as it did. She wasn't sure why but it just did and it meant she was usually hyper. As it's pulse increased she smiled at Nataria, "I'm Laurel but you can call me Sprocket. Its nice to meet you. I was fighting a big glass type monster thingy when poof suddenly I'm here. But anywho, what's your name?" She said at an exceptionally fast pace.

Nataria shook her head and looked at Laurel. "I'm Nataria. Siren." She presented Laurel a hand to shake. "I was drinking at a bar. Whoever brought me here did me a favor though... This last week I worked up a massive tab there..." She shrugs, and looks around the room. "Where the hell are we, though?"

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Nataria shook her head and looked at Laurel. "I'm Nataria. Siren." She presented Laurel a hand to shake. "I was drinking at a bar. Whoever brought me here did me a favor though... This last week I worked up a massive tab there..." She shrugs, and looks around the room. "Where the hell are we, though?"

Sprocket shook Nataria's hand with her own mechanical, five fingered hand. She reached out with her left and placed it's three fingers on the wall. She checked for a digital circuit and found one, an advertising billboard to outside. "Uh-oh, this is what I was afraid of. We're in the Blight Arena . . . It was inspired by Mr. Torgue's arena but slightly less . . . Legit." She said with slight worry. "We're gonna end up fighting together or against each other."

[Morlodania]

Sprocket shook Nataria's hand with her own mechanical, five fingered hand. She reached out with her left and placed it's three fingers on the wall. She checked for a digital circuit and found one, an advertising billboard to outside. "Uh-oh, this is what I was afraid of. We're in the Blight Arena . . . It was inspired by Mr. Torgue's arena but slightly less . . . Legit." She said with slight worry. "We're gonna end up fighting together or against each other."

Damn it all... I really don't want to have to fight a mechanomancer... Nataria shook her head. "Well then... Better hope you're on my side... I'd hate to have to ruin a pretty young face like that with my Space Mauler." Nataria looked around the room, searching for any sort of door. "Or to have to break your mech."

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Damn it all... I really don't want to have to fight a mechanomancer... Nataria shook her head. "Well then... Better hope you're on my side... I'd hate to have to ruin a pretty young face like that with my Space Mauler." Nataria looked around the room, searching for any sort of door. "Or to have to break your mech."

Sprocket smiled, "Thank you, I would hate to kill a siren. Quicksilver wouldn't mind though but I wouldn't let him." She said and hopped to the other side of the room, "If I can find a door panel, I think we can escape. I wonder if any of the others want to come." She said and gestured to some of the other forms that were slowly taking shape. The teleporter was struggling with the mass teleport. "Must have managed us first because I'm small and you're magic." She said cheerfully and held her left hand to the wall, searching for more circuitry.

[Morlodania]

Sprocket smiled, "Thank you, I would hate to kill a siren. Quicksilver wouldn't mind though but I wouldn't let him." She said and hopped to the other side of the room, "If I can find a door panel, I think we can escape. I wonder if any of the others want to come." She said and gestured to some of the other forms that were slowly taking shape. The teleporter was struggling with the mass teleport. "Must have managed us first because I'm small and you're magic." She said cheerfully and held her left hand to the wall, searching for more circuitry.

Nataria walked up to one of the walls, knocking on it to see if it gave a hollow sound. She kept doing this all around the edge of the room, attempting to find a weak point. "Your hypothesis seems likely. I'm more easily ripped from reality than most, and size certainly does matter. Smaller things are far easier to transport." Nataria eventually finds a hollow sounding point. "Try around here for a door panel."

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Nataria walked up to one of the walls, knocking on it to see if it gave a hollow sound. She kept doing this all around the edge of the room, attempting to find a weak point. "Your hypothesis seems likely. I'm more easily ripped from reality than most, and size certainly does matter. Smaller things are far easier to transport." Nataria eventually finds a hollow sounding point. "Try around here for a door panel."

Sprocket sprang across the room, propelling herself on her pneumatic left leg. Her light frame flew through the air and landed lithely in front of the panel. She pressed her left hand to the wall and a thin blue line of light through her three fingers showed a connection had been made. Her eyes flickered and a blue light filled them as a matrix began scrolling over the light. "Give me a moment . . . The door mechanism's encrypted. This might be a while." She said and sat down with her hand on the wall.

[Morlodania]

Sprocket sprang across the room, propelling herself on her pneumatic left leg. Her light frame flew through the air and landed lithely in front of the panel. She pressed her left hand to the wall and a thin blue line of light through her three fingers showed a connection had been made. Her eyes flickered and a blue light filled them as a matrix began scrolling over the light. "Give me a moment . . . The door mechanism's encrypted. This might be a while." She said and sat down with her hand on the wall.

"Have fun with that..." Nataria walked away, sitting on the floor and pulling out a small pistol. She began to clean it, every crevice, making sure that "Lil' Burner' would be in full working order next time she needed it. "So... Where do you come from, Laurel?" Bataria looked up at her curiously.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"Have fun with that..." Nataria walked away, sitting on the floor and pulling out a small pistol. She began to clean it, every crevice, making sure that "Lil' Burner' would be in full working order next time she needed it. "So... Where do you come from, Laurel?" Bataria looked up at her curiously.

Sprocket grinned, "Oh I'm from offworld. Not sure which planet but yeah, now I'm here. Got shipped here when Quicksilver went berserk. Injured a couple doesn't scientists he did. So they exiled me here, where I couldn't do any harm I believe they said." She shrugged. "And you, where you from? I've heard of sirens but never actually seen one before."

[Morlodania]

Sprocket grinned, "Oh I'm from offworld. Not sure which planet but yeah, now I'm here. Got shipped here when Quicksilver went berserk. Injured a couple doesn't scientists he did. So they exiled me here, where I couldn't do any harm I believe they said." She shrugged. "And you, where you from? I've heard of sirens but never actually seen one before."

"Born and raised on-world. My mother's a descendant of the Siren who opened the first Vault. That Siren's powers go down the line, me being the newest, as far as I know." Nataria holstered her pistol, and simply lay back on the floor. "I've been alone for years now. Did a big job about six months ago, been lazing around, seeking out E-Tech on the black market ever since. If I can get a full set of E-Tech weapons, I'll never want for anything again, because nothing will be able to stand in my way."

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"Born and raised on-world. My mother's a descendant of the Siren who opened the first Vault. That Siren's powers go down the line, me being the newest, as far as I know." Nataria holstered her pistol, and simply lay back on the floor. "I've been alone for years now. Did a big job about six months ago, been lazing around, seeking out E-Tech on the black market ever since. If I can get a full set of E-Tech weapons, I'll never want for anything again, because nothing will be able to stand in my way."

Sprocket pulled out her SMG, "I know what you mean. Pinks here hasn't been outdone since I found her. Deactivated loader had her, had to hotwire the servos to get her out." She turned to face Nataria and her arm twisted around inhumanly. She showed Nataria the pink pony painted on the side, "Painted that on myself. It adds that little personal touch" she said with a smile and her blue glowing eyes. The doorpanel pinged, "Firewall one breached" it said softly but did not raise an alarm. Sprocket had already disconnected that.

[Illan]

Pryce walked through a ragtag encampment of poorly made huts, houses, and various other shelters, looking around for anyone that seemed to be hostile. Only his boots pounding against the dirt were heard, along with the small dust cloud behind them being seen. The man held his prized shotgun, "Outlaw", in his hands, ready to fire it at whatever might challenge him. This shotgun had been with him for years, and the old bastard hadn't given in yet. It was in his hands the moment he raiding the Dahl Garrison back on Promethea, and when he first set foot on Pandora. Needless to say, that Jakobs Shotgun had as much history as he did.

Suddenly, a masked figure rushed out of one of the poorly made tenements

"Hey! You! Get lost, 'efore I put a bullet in yer skull!" The man called out, in a, to be honest, not very threatening tone.

Jack kept advancing towards the man, shotgun lowered to the ground.
"Don't you want my gear? I thought bandits were all about that stuff." He responded sarcastically, holding the "Outlaw" in the air.

"Well....I did just wake up.....but what the hell......HAND IT OVER, HE-" The bandit was interrupted by a swift blast of lead to his face, eviscerating it. Jack popped the barrel of his shotgun down, and put a new shell in.

"Dumbass." He muttered out, laughing.

Just then, a bright blue light engulfed his vision, sending him down to his feet on one knee in, disoriented from the flash of bright light. His vision went black, and he found himself in a room with several other people, notably a young Mechromancer and even a Siren.

Jack had no idea what had just happened, he just rubbed his eyes, still slightly blinded from the flash of light. He held his shotgun at the ready, in case any of these people proved to be enemies. He found his way to the wall near the two curious girls, and leaned against it, watching over the small, odd metallic room.

[Das Metro]

Serj 'Shots' Palestŕina was running through the divide like a man possessed, chasing, oddly enough, a Skag pup. It wasn't often you saw anything chasing the Skag, and not the other way around. As he ran, Shots made a boomimg noise, meant to minic an explosion. He slipped on his metal Loader mask and drew hi machete as the pup picked up it's pace in response to Shots' 'boom' noise. With steely mask on, old rusty metal cleaver-like machete, and several miligrams of crank in his bloodstream, Shots soon caught up to the Skag.

High into the air, Shots leapt, landimg squarely on top of the pup. Pinning the pup beneath his boot, Shots roared, "Now you will see my rhyme does have reason!" Shots raised the machete, preparing the death blow... but then he was teleported off. Serj stood up straighter and pointed his machete at both, an extension of his limb, "I can smell you both in my clothes... Why were we brought here by the Machine if the Divine?"

[Morlodania]

Nataria looked at the man who came over. "Not a girls club anymore, I guess. We got ourselves some boys here too." She said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, and stood up, presenting the man with a hand. "Nataria. Siren. Who are you, what do you do, and how goes life?" She looked over at the other man in the room. "No clue, stranger."

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Jack had no idea what had just happened, he just rubbed his eyes, still slightly blinded from the flash of light. He held his shotgun at the ready, in case any of these people proved to be enemies. He found his way to the wall near the two curious girls, and leaned against it, watching over the small, odd metallic room.

Sprocket smiled at Jack and blinked her glowing blue eyes with her arm twisted around at a strange angle. "Firewall two breached" the door dinged softly.
"Hiya, I'm Laurel, Sprocket for short . . . Because." She said with a grin. "Welcome to the Blight Arena, what's your name?"

She looked at Serj quizzically, "Machine of the divine? Pfft, I wish! That was a teleport beam. Intercontinental model if I'm correct."

[Illan]

Nataria looked at the man who came over. "Not a girls club anymore, I guess. We got ourselves some boys here too." She said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, and stood up, presenting the man with a hand. "Nataria. Siren. Who are you, what do you do, and how goes life?" She looked over at the other man in the room. "No clue, stranger."

Pryce turned his head towards the girl with the tattoo arrangement, the one he immediately deduced as a Siren before she even approached him. He noticed her outstretched hand, and shook it without a second thought.

Friendly, he thought. She wasn't going to try and kill him. Yet.

"Jack Pryce. Renegade, Outlaw, I go by many names synonymous to those. And life is absolutely peachy, minus the sudden teleportation to this room. Any idea what's going on, or need help? Might as well make myself useful."

[Illan]

Jack had no idea what had just happened, he just rubbed his eyes, still slightly blinded from the flash of light. He held his shotgun at the ready, in case any of these people proved to be enemies. He found his way to the wall near the two curious girls, and leaned against it, watching over the small, odd metallic room.

Sprocket smiled at Jack and blinked her glowing blue eyes with her arm twisted around at a strange angle. "Firewall two breached" the door dinged softly.
"Hiya, I'm Laurel, Sprocket for short . . . Because." She said with a grin. "Welcome to the Blight Arena, what's your name?"

She looked at Serj quizzically, "Machine of the divine? Pfft, I wish! That was a teleport beam. Intercontinental model if I'm correct."

"Nice to meet you then, Sprocket." Jack nodded to the girl. "I'm Jack, Jack Pryce. And what is the "Blight Arena?" Jack questioned, becoming more and more confused. He slung his shotgun behind his back, realizing these girls weren't going to hurt him, and instead were quite kind.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"Nice to meet you then, Sprocket." Jack nodded to the girl. "I'm Jack, Jack Pryce. And what is the "Blight Arena?" Jack questioned, becoming more and more confused. He slung his shotgun behind his back, realizing these girls weren't going to hurt him, and instead were quite kind.

Sprocket smiled cheerfully, "Oh its like Mr. Torgue's arena that was around a while back . . . So they get a bunch of bandits or bounty hunters, like us . . . And then make them fight to the death before ripping each others stomachs out through the victims throat. Isn't it delightful?" She said with a giggle and a smile.

[Das Metro]

"Nice to meet you then, Sprocket." Jack nodded to the girl. "I'm Jack, Jack Pryce. And what is the "Blight Arena?" Jack questioned, becoming more and more confused. He slung his shotgun behind his back, realizing these girls weren't going to hurt him, and instead were quite kind.

Sprocket smiled cheerfully, "Oh its like Mr. Torgue's arena that was around a while back . . . So they get a bunch of bandits or bounty hunters, like us . . . And then make them fight to the death before ripping each others stomachs out through the victims throat. Isn't it delightful?" She said with a giggle and a smile.

Sometimes it was as thought Shots' brain had a filter, and only certain words got in, and most of what Sprocket said got through. Ripping and tearing? That sounded good to Shots. "I will drink all of you like the ocean!" Shots casually shouted, scratching hus bare back with the dull end of his machete.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Sometimes it was as thought Shots' brain had a filter, and only certain words got in, and most of what Sprocket said got through. Ripping and tearing? That sounded good to Shots. "I will drink all of you like the ocean!" Shots casually shouted, scratching hus bare back with the dull end of his machete.

Sprocket chuckled, "That's nice crazy guy. But I don't think it will get that far. I just have to get through another fi-" she was interrupted by the door, "Firewall three breached . . . Please stop." It said politely. "Four firewalls and an encryption and we're free."

[Illan]

"Nice to meet you then, Sprocket." Jack nodded to the girl. "I'm Jack, Jack Pryce. And what is the "Blight Arena?" Jack questioned, becoming more and more confused. He slung his shotgun behind his back, realizing these girls weren't going to hurt him, and instead were quite kind.

Sprocket smiled cheerfully, "Oh its like Mr. Torgue's arena that was around a while back . . . So they get a bunch of bandits or bounty hunters, like us . . . And then make them fight to the death before ripping each others stomachs out through the victims throat. Isn't it delightful?" She said with a giggle and a smile.

"Sounds.....fun, I suppose. You need any help with that?" Jack asked, gesturing to the panel and kneeling down beside it.

"I'd like to think that I'm pretty savvy when it comes to this stuff, I've broken through my fair share of security systems in my days." The man said, grinning.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"Sounds.....fun, I suppose. You need any help with that?" Jack asked, gesturing to the panel and kneeling down beside it.

"I'd like to think that I'm pretty savvy when it comes to this stuff, I've broken through my fair share of security systems in my days." The man said, grinning.

Sprocket smiled as more of the matrix scrolled across her eyes, she wasn't entirely sure if they were robotic or biological but they were useful. "What you know about NHS-24 private encryption key with a 16 digit binary solution keyword?" She asked with her beaming smile.

[Ubaria]

Neo was beamed into the room just a second later, he was in the middle of important business god-dammit, now he was in a room in godknows where. He observed the room from behind his visor in a calm and collected manner, slowing rotating around until he lay eyes on the group behind him. Neo let out a gruff sigh and dropped the decapitated bandits head on the floor, it bounced with a disgusting squelch and slapped blood onto the floor, he strode over to the group as his digiblade phased seemingly out of existence.

Stopping a few steps from the group he gazed at them each for a few seconds, his black visor revealing nothing underneath.
"What is the meaning of this. Perhaps another contract? I suspect not" Neo spoke, short deliberate sentences in his deep monotone voice.