So I’m not saying that lewt is everything, I’m just saying it is a big part of any normal day. And days spent in Pandora are no exception.

Ah, who am I kidding, lewt IS the most important thing, and following a close second I suppose you could say grenades…

~

It was just another day in Pandora and an elite few of us decided to go down into the desert and take care o’ bidniz. I guess you could say for the first few hours the skags kept us busy, but with the meagre offerings to be had off their corpses is wasn’t long before we moved on in search of something more rewarding.

As we caned it round the valleys in our Outrunners something caught my eye. It was some sort of Crimson Lance fortification, more or less a giant bridge spanning the valley. It appeared heavily guarded, but I knew the three of us could take them if we played our cards right. Outnumbered, it would take careful tactics, sharp shooting and looking out for one another. It would also take patience, as surprise was probably going to be our best ally here, given to the fact that the Lance would easily spot a motley lot of vault hunters speeding down the valley towards them.

After a brief discussion it was decided that we would dumped the Outrunners and my companions, one a soldier, another a siren, would move into position either side of the valley and slowly work their way forwards to get as close as possible, whilst I played my role as the sniper and picked off key individuals from range to get the party started. The aim was to have at least 3 of the guards headless before my companions became exposed, therefore allowing them to “spring into action” and mop up at close range.

As I looked down the sights of my rifle and mulled this plan over, one thing stood out. A chest.

Then it clicked. As I watched my companions slowly make their way down the valley it dawned on me that I was such a long way away that by the time I arrived to the party the other two would have mopped up the lewt. Disaster.

This was not good, and not happening.

I did what I had to do and fired a round into the air and ran full tilt down the center of the valley towards the bridge, instantly exposing myself and my companions to the enemy and I think partially causing my soldier companion to soil himself as he couldn’t phase like the siren.

Bullets and rockets rained down and the plan had gone to pot.

“Need some backup!” I hear my soldier companion shout. I fired off a few more rounds randomly as I ran under the guise of “being back and sniping”. Any anger at me starting the party early was deferred for now as we were under pressure to survive. I’d smooth things over later.

BOOM.

I’d thrown a few courtesy grenades up into the air to give them impression that the enemy were serious. I then threw a few more and heard my siren companion complain that she had just been showered in shrapnel and that her shield was depleted.

I fired off a final round, they would expect me to be moving in by now. I drew out my magnum and emptied my bandolier of any further grenades.

As explosions rained all around I snuck off to the side of the valley and up the steel staircase of the bridgework. On the way I found a few more grenades and added them to the mix, tossing them off the bridge into whatever was down there; by now a few guards and my companions.

A guard on the bridge. I had to melee him so as not to draw attention. Fortunatly he was focused on massacring my companions and died quickly as I pommeled him in nutsack and chucked him off the balcony.

Sprinting across the expanse I saw the chest I had spied through the scope not so long ago. As I listened to the carnage going on down below I admired the burgundy colour, the clasp and the mechanism as the chest revealed its treasure at my whim.

A wide array of fine guns were proffered up on the steel stray before me. Half of them I didn’t need. I sure there were a few SMGs and maybe an assault rifle or two. I looked over the bridge at my companions bringing the battle to a close and admired their skill. I then looked back at the chest a pocket the lot, mods and all.

Carefully I crept back down the ladder and along the side of the valley just in time as I helped them finish off any stragglers. I ran over to offer pats on the back, wipe sweat from brows and mop up all the bullets and grenades before anyone else got a chance.

As my companions climbed the ladder to gain access to the bridge, I didn’t bother.

I was already in the shop.

~Lordt