It’s been a whole lot of years since I final sat down and performed some Table Top roleplaying (TTRPG for individuals who like their acronyms). This previous 12 months, a happenstance allowed me to make some new mates on-line and be part of a digital desk enjoying Bunkers & Badasses, a brand new TTRPG system from Nerdvana Games, primarily based on the Borderlands online game. And whereas that sport has morphed over the months, I’ve been having a blast with my character, Jax. I made a decision that it was time to share a few of Jax’s journey with you on this place. I haven’t actually accomplished a whole lot of inventive writing output on this website, so we’ll see what occurs with this!
This story follows the adventures of Jax, and the Vault Hunters he meets alongside the best way, by his ECHO recordings that he’s sending to his spouse, Penny. Before we get to the primary ECHO recording, it’s time to satisfy Jax!
You see a person board the transport…
The man is lean, not significantly tall, however he can most likely attain the highest shelf. Outfitted in a leather-based trench coat with what’s left of a swimsuit and tie, he approaches purposefully. You’ve seen that stride earlier than, someone who’s used to getting his means. A bowler hat with goggles rests on his head, prone to maintain off the solar. It certain isn’t for the type. He seems like a neighborhood, hailing from Lynchwood, and also you assume you keep in mind him within the ready space preserving to himself, quiet. He has that Vault Hunter look about him. And that huge chook. What was that every one about?
He appears to be getting nearer, eyeing the open seat subsequent to you. His eyes are darkish, however you may’t inform in the event that they’re brown, or darkish brown, or darkish darkish brown. His face appears fairly generic, like someone used to disappearing in a crowd, however his ears are only a bit too pointed.
“This seat taken?”
As he sits down subsequent to you, he leans proper in and begins chatting. Immediately speaking about how he’s entering into this vault looking enterprise for the money. And another causes.
Which he doesn’t significantly wish to let you know proper now. After all, you simply met!
It takes no less than 5 extra minutes into the journey earlier than he simply received’t cease speaking about it. His title is Jax and his winged buddy, Kaylee, has been with him for the final 4 years and is at all times by his aspect. Unless Kaylee is hungry, by which case, Kaylee goes just about wherever she needs. Right now, Kaylee is eyeing you with what you may solely hope is distrust, and never starvation.
As Jax speaks, you see him fingering an engraved pocketwatch. A present from Penny, he says. You instantly remorse it because the phrases slip out of your mouth:
“Who is Penny?”
A slight smile seems on Jax’s face, as he leans again into his seat.
“So, that is the half the place I let you know the unhappy story that led me to a lifetime of violence, hazard, and mayhem. Right? Orphaned by the companies? Enslaved in a gladiatorial ring? Former soldier turned mercenary after a horrifying expertise of genocide or homicide? Nah, none of these issues. Strap in, bucko. This is a love story.
Her title was Penny. Best sheriff I ever labored with. Knew how you can discuss them down or take them down, generally each. I used to be her tracker for nearly 10 years. For eight of these I wore a hoop.
They got here at night time, loaded up and on the lookout for one thing. Bashed down the door I had simply changed, with out even a well mannered knock. Neither of us are silly. The perimeter sensors gave us the heads up 10 minutes earlier than they obtained to the porch. They got here in weapons blazing and one in all them ruined my favorite chair. That jerk obtained the primary bullet. I nonetheless keep in mind the look on these faces as they turned to face the cracked window the bullet had simply gone by. I obtained one other one off earlier than we needed to be on the transfer.
Turns out, although, whomever despatched these idiots was smarter than most. That bunch of skags weren’t the kill squad. We bumped into the true mercs as we headed down the bottom of the hill. Penny took the shot in her shoulder after which bodied me out of the best way as a rocket launcher erased her from the spot. My protect held and I headed for our meetup level. I knew I might lose them, I knew these hills. Penny ought to have been by the closest New-U. But she wasn’t.
I’ve been attempting to trace down whomever despatched that squad since. I attempted asking politely, however these mercs proved to be of little assist, with few clues on them. I gave them every just a few traumatic regenerations till their accounts had been dry, however obtained nothing however some obscure hints in some ECHO recordings. That was two years in the past.
A bit of Vault Hunting can pay the payments for the search, and possibly a type of alien techs will have the ability to carry Penny again. And possibly, simply possibly, I’ll discover some extra hints as to who got here for us that night time. I’ve a favour to return.”
“It’s time to see what Brymstone has to supply.”
It’s at this level that you simply understand there’s no less than one other two hours of journey earlier than the Brymstone cease. Why couldn’t the convention have been on Pandora?
To be continued…