Every-Borderlands-Ever Imagines (REQUESTS CLOSED)

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Summary: Ellie receives a call from her brother Scooter, informing her of the arrival of a vault hunter to the Dust. Ellie is told she must equip the vault with a bandit-type vehicle in order for him to save Roland, commander of the Crimson Raiders. The vault hunter arrives and is ready to leave swiftly, but something is forcing the young adventurer to lag behind.   

First Person

    The screech of the rusty tires caught against the grains of sand below clawed at my ears as I exit the camouflage light-runner. Tiny plumes of dust accumulated around my unsteady feet, the unforgiving force of gravity taking its toll on my bones. My hand unconsciously found its way to my forehead, shielding my sharp eyes from the sun guarding my view of the junk yard belonging to Scooter's dearest sister Ellie.
    The humongous board was enough alone to either attract or scare off passerby, it depends on which side of Ellie you're on, Scooter told me; with blood spatter and large, golden titles, the actual image of the woman's face was obscured by the rest of the board and the gleam from the relentless shining sun.
    The junkyard was piled high with old vehicles of which could only be seen active before the Corporate Wars unleashed on the planet of Pandora. The ground was scarred with scorch marks and trails left from the spiked tires of Bandit Technicals, with strewn about limbs severed from the scattered corpses of Spiderants. A metal structure sat like the final candle in a cake in the center of the clutter, sending blasts of light into the poor eyes of any who stare to long.
    I found my feet planted on cold metal, hard and grey, bolts and screws lying askew. The clang of boot versus metal rung throughout the gaping opening of the large garage in the center of the yard, crying like mighty thunder. I twisted my neck wayward to a man dressed in pilot uniform, nodding my head respectfully; not a word left my throat.  I pad lighter on my toes as the echo of metal became hollow and monotonous apart from the booming former. I rest my legs at the center of the old, metal complex.
    Scuffling could be heard.
    Aiming my sight for the sky, I was met with an idle grey, no more lively than the surface I rest on. The walls donned no different shade than their adjacent counterpart, but we're lined with rusted, mechanical figures, adorned with vehicular trinkets, and armed with none other than Pandora's most prized possessions: guns, naturally.
    The scuffling grew, like a fleeting mouse across a tiled floor.
    A strange aroma entered the area. A light, rich, pleasing scent, welcoming my senses on silky wings. A harbinger of elegance, a host of delight, a canvas of graceful, soothing strokes of tranquility. What could be giving off such a scent?
    Beyond the obscurity of wasted vehicles scattering the complex, the scuffling subsided, replaced with the form of a human being. Head to toe she was visibly large, with protruding hips and stumpy legs, large bust and chubby, rosy cheeks. With a perky nose and cheery eyes, pouty lips and rounded chin, with noticeably little ears, concealed by short, caramel hair. Her humongous hips swayed from side to side as she turned, eyes scanning her surroundings, the loose overalls helping none to resist the natural bounce of her voluptuous breasts.
    I listened as she hummed a little tune, glancing down at what I assumed to be a watch on her wrist.
    "Where the hell are they? Lilly said they would be here by now." She tapped her foot impatiently on the floor, the sound echoing off the walls like a clicking pen.
    So that was her. That was Ellie.
    "Actually, uh..." She jumped as I appeared behind a trashed outrunner. "I'm already here. 'Didn't know you were around."
    Ellie rest one small hand on her busting hip, letting her appraise me with cool eyes; I resist the urge to cover myself out of fear of being judged by the stranger.
    "I'll say, Vault Hunter," Ellie hummed with her southern drawl, planting a smirk on her face and tapping her foot once again. " if I knew you was gonna be here lookin' like the cutie you are, I'd'a made sure I looked like the finest sweetheart on Pandora.
    I retorted, "I Don't think you need a thing for that, Miss El."
    "Well, aren' you jus' a heartbreaker?"
    I laughed alongside her.
    "Hey, ya know, vault hunter. If ya got time, I gotta few jobs for ya. Lil told me you enjoy doing that sorta thing from time to time."
    I thought about it. I felt stupid, but even after knowing the woman for but five minutes, I felt oddly attracted to her. I agreed.

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    I brushed the dirt and filth from my pants as the headless bandit dropped to the cool sand of the dust at dusk. I walked with a calm sort of swagger, eyes locked on a rounded figurine buried in the grains lying about the land. I crouched, grasping at the cold stone and inspecting it's detail; with plump sculpting and the confident posture of a flying eagle, I knew that this was the last miniature statue I had to collect of Ellie. I turned away from the corpse with disregard, and left the scene in my outrunner.
    The blinding lights of Ellie's Junkyard shone like a warm welcome as I leapt from the seat of my vehicle. The sand piled on my boots tempted me to get comfortable inside the large complex. The sight of Ellie waiting for me next to the Catch-a-Ride station filled me with joy and sadness all at once, for I long to see her at every arrival, but it was finally time for me to save Roland after a four-day wait.
    "Hey there, Vault Hunter, you got them statues?"
    "Sure do, El," I held the six figurines in my arms. "Where do you want them?"
    "Anywhere that strikes your fancy," she placed one hand on her hip.
    I glanced around the facility. I crept over to each of the small, rectangular windows, gently placing each figirine on the smooth windowsill. I stood on the tips of my toes, sliding a statue on to a high shelf. I separated the mess of tools on a table near a corner of the room and put the fourth sculpture down. I set the next stone figure atop the Catch-a-Ride machine and held the last in my hands.
    "Hey, Ellie," I asked.
    Her eyes went from my face, to my hands, and back again. "You wanna keep it? Sure thing!"
    I fumbled the small item in my sweating hands. "Thanks," I chuckled as she turned away.
    I stared down at the ground, my feet like roots in the cold metal floor of the garage. I looked to Ellie, holding a straight face. I watched as she turned, jumping as she saw my form still in her garage.
    "What you still doin' in my garage? Roland needs ya, y'know?" She posed in the sassy way she did during our meeting.
    "Well..."
    "Will I ever see you again? You're pretty cool," I rubbed the back of my neck.
    Ellie chuckled, "You ain't leaving cause you'll miss me? Aww, that's sweet."
    Ellie sauntered over and placed a dramatic kiss on my cheek. "Can't get rid of me that easily!"
    I paused, letting the chills run up and down my spine.
    "Well, whenever you're ready, the Technical's all greased up and ready for ya. I got it installed in every Catch-a-Ride system, case you need a spare."
    I looked towards the woman, smile on my face, "Thanks, Ellie," I leaned, wrapping my arm around one side of her body, and raced over my new vehicle.
     "You know," Ellie shouted over the roaring engine of the Bandit Technical. "We dare-devils need to stick together, sometimes! Feel free to stop by anytime, VH!"
    "Actually, you can just call me Y/N!"
    "Y/N?" She tried to smile to herself, "Will do. You run off now. Lilly's waitin'."

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