Nisha, Bringer of Laws

Nee-Sha nodded, only half listening.  “World Eater.  Yes...” her distracted tone of voice came through.  She was examining the rack the Imperials used to extract confessions.  There was no occupant, but Nee-Sha could use her imagination.  “The rack... I never saw one used.  I would like to”  She moved on.  A set of hammers and nails, some of them bloodied, lay on a stool, next to a pair of pliers.  “Ah, pliers.  A corner block of any pain-givers kit.”  She picked them up and then, improbably, pocketed them.  There was a corpse in one of the cages, and she set to examining it eagerly, looking for signs of torture.  “Were you in this room when anything was done?  What do you think happened to him?”

Moxxi would’ve laughed had the situation been any different. She just managed a grim chuckle, her hand slack around Rubi’s grip. “Heh…never thought you cared Cowgirl.” She muttered, peering over Nisha’s shoulder with a wince. All she could see for miles was the crazed sea of psychos, each mask just a little different from another.They were currently being fended off by Sanctuary, the citizens giving everything they could to stall their approach and find victory before it was too late to try.She was already exhausted. The battle hadn’t even begun yet, and it could only get worse from here on out.“If we survive this…drinks are on the house.”She flashed a smile at least. It was all she could do.

Nisha smirked and took the drink.  “Ya know, speakin’ Hodunk style you ain’t so irritating.  Much better ‘n that ‘sultry’ act you like putting on.  Oughta do it more often.”  She downed it.  “Smoothe.”  She gestured to the bin.  “That’s innovative, but I prefer my digi-pack.”  She waved the bin away.  “I got my Fusilade, so I’m set.”  She pulled out the Legendary Scav Machine gun and set it to ‘fire.’  “This oughta hurt em.”  She leaned her head back, closing her eyes, wondering if this was the day she was going to die.  “Maybe this is it for me.  My last day ‘n alla that.  Shit, there’s other people I’d have preferred to die alongside of, but they’re all dead or they split, so I guess you’ll have to do.”  She smiled wryly.

Nee-Sha nodded in wonderment.  She knew little about dragons - why concern oneself with the extinct?  But the thought of seeing one... “Alduin?  I do not know who that is.  Is he a great dragon?”  She didn’t know the Nordic legends.  She continued down the stairwell until she hit a room that was obviously used for interrogation and torture. “Well, well, well... what have we got here?”  She said this less with disgust and more genuine curiosity.

“Well I’m flattered Nis!” Tim said smiling

Nisha chuckled.  “Most of Pandora’s a horror set, cowboy.  Elpis, too.  Where ya been, Tim?  Zombies ain’t no scarier than Psychos with buzzaxes or flying Vault Guardians.  Least the zombies move slow enough for ya to shoot easier.”  She stretched out.  “It is pretty charming, though, ain’t it?”  She gestured to the tall pine trees… though the view was somewhat spoiled by all the stumps.  Jakobs needed wood, and lots of it.

“God I need a drink, or a pillow to scream in…” 

Nisha was a bit surprised as Tim downed a good amount of the liquor with no seeming ill effects.  She wouldn’t have thought he’d had that in him, although she had to laugh when he said it burned. She smiled at the offer of getting her a key made, and hanging out with him a bit.  “Hell, I wouldn’t mind bein’ able to hang round this place.  Lynchwood drives me outta my mind some days - same shit every day.  And Helios or Opportunity…”  she took the bottle back and took a slug “…don’t get me started on those places.  Can almost feel the fuckin’ fakeness.  This place… wouldn’t mind havin’ a getaway like this… or someone to share it with.”  She smiled, but a bit more shyly this time.  She picked up one of the wine bottles.  “Hey, pop this shit open or what?”

Moxxi would’ve laughed had the situation been any different. She just managed a grim chuckle, her hand slack around Rubi’s grip. “Heh…never thought you cared Cowgirl.” She muttered, peering over Nisha’s shoulder with a wince. All she could see for miles was the crazed sea of psychos, each mask just a little different from another.They were currently being fended off by Sanctuary, the citizens giving everything they could to stall their approach and find victory before it was too late to try.She was already exhausted. The battle hadn’t even begun yet, and it could only get worse from here on out.“If we survive this…drinks are on the house.”She flashed a smile at least. It was all she could do.

Nisha couldn’t stop her ears from ringing as the grenade exploded dangerously close to her.  She had to laugh at the spray of body parts, some of which sailed through the window.  “Hah!  Nice!”  She couldn’t hear her own words, and Moxxi’s seemed to come through some sort of insulated layer, but she grasped the meaning easily enough. “Thought we were countin’ it on shots alone, not explosives!  But if we’re doin’ it that way, check this out!”  She took out another Mirv grenade and a rolling thunder electrical alongside it.  “Never done this before… here it goes!”  The electrical grenade sailed out first, landing and detonating with bolts of lightning going everywhere.  The Mirv hit the ground three seconds later, detonating with a tremendous bang.  The force of the explosion propelled the shock grenades out well beyond their maximum range, zapping everything in their path and the whole area was lit by explosions and lightning.  And dust.  Lots of it. When the dust settled, dozens of bandits lay dead, and the rest were disoriented, backing off.  Nisha, on the other hand, could scarcely believe it. “I’ll be god damned… it actually worked.  That’s… you know what?  I got no fuckin’ idea how many that was.  Shit, we’ll just have to toss a coin or somethin’.”  She took a deep breath, her hearing starting to come back.  The bandits would redouble their attack soon, but for now, they had a breather.  “Stay ready.  They’ll charge soon, and it’ll be in earnest this time.  Got any automatics?”

“Yes I wore my boots to bed, so what sis?”

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