Borderlands One Shot

"And you are?" You asked, wandering into what you thought was an abandoned outpost.

"Excuse me?" The seemingly only inhabitant strolled up to you, her hand resting on a pistol that swung from her hip. Before you could respond she had the barrel pointed towards you with the trigger teetering on the edge of firing. "Because it seems like you wondered into my fucking place." The fear and shock of discovering an inhabitant in the middle of a Skraggon nest that within seconds had a gun practically embedding itself into your forehead had rendered you pretty much unable to speak, leaving you with only stutters and splutters of the start of words.

"Look. It seems like you're here to either help me, or hurt me. Tell me now and I can save myself some ammunition. That shit doesn't come easy you know."

You managed a feeble 'help', "Well shit, why didn't you say?" She threw the pistol onto a nearby table and reached out her hand which you accepted into your own.

"Janey... Janey Springs." She pulled you into her, wrapped her arms quite tightly around you before letting you and grabbing onto your cheek, pinching it between her fingers. "They will just not stop sending me the pretty ones." She looked up towards the sky and put her hands together, silently thanking somebody for your arrival. "Hopefully I have more luck with this one than the last one."

"What?" You asked, before you got your answer, she had slung her arms around your shoulder and had you walking further into her base.

"So, what are you here for?" She almost threw you onto a chair with such force that it almost toppled onto one side, but it managed to find solid ground.

"I like to think I'm a little bit of a jack of all trades, whatever you need, I'm the person to help." With the profile of a high-ranking soldier she began to pace back and forth with her hands held sternly behind her back.

"Well this is a very..." she leant in closely "Dangerous area, lots of big baddies that I may need disposing of, god awful Skraggons knocking at my door every five fucking minutes. There is one thing though, nobody has been able to do this for me."

You held onto every word waiting for the deed that needed to be done.

"It will be tough and you may not make it out alive."

"As long as you make the price high enough, ill do anything."

She leant in again, her lips brushed against your ear she spoke.

"Mate... do you know how to fix a fucking printer?"

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Written by Aaron.