He wasn’t even sure why he bothered coming here. When Moxxi said they knew some corporate big wig that could help him, he was hesitant. But she assured him that it would be fine. That no one was going to shoot him on sight despite his face. That was a hard concept to get over seeing as he had been shot at for the past seven years or so for having this handsome mug.

God, he wished he could get a new face. But there was no changing the damage Jack had done. He was stuck with this mask, with what was underneath.

Looking at Rhys, he wasn’t sure he wanted to trouble the CEO. Either he was excited to have him here or he was scared of his face. Both could potentially be bad. He looked away from Rhys, mulling over what he should say in his head. Where did he start? “I want a job -- to make some money. Just temporary -- no contracts...” he glanced back at him, “Just enough to afford a new hand...” He raised his arm where his hand had been cut off. “And maybe enough to disappear. Even after seven years, I don’t think people are ready to see this face again....So if you could just -- you know, stick me in a closet somewhere? Yea, that would be great....I can code, build designs for weapons...Whatever you need...I understand if that’s a no though. Ya...w-wouldn’t want this guy ruining your company image...”

After everything that he had been through soup honestly sounded fantastic. The double looked up at the Atlas CEO, his right arm resting in his lap as he tried hard to remember not to move it. It was a relief to be in a safe place where people weren’t trying to kill him for his looks. 

“Depends, you want to watch me struggle to eat it with my left hand?” He tried to joke at his own expense with a friendly smile. He really was trying but he was so scared just one mistake would push people away... Not to mention the... Well Jack moments. He didn’t want to push Rhys away when he was so nice and getting him a new hand! Geez just at least get the hand first Tim. 

┑The Vault Hunters do their best to help Timothy. They introduce him to sources to help, try to find him steady work, but no idea really sticks. Timmy has some weird qualifications, and most people aren’t going to hire a doppelganger of Handsome Jack himself. Timmy knows this. Still, it doesn’t hurt to try.┍

┑They take him to Atlas once the city of Promethea begins to repair, telling Rhys they have someone he would want to meet. Timmy is silent the whole journey, head down and hood up in the waiting room. He’s nervous. He’s alone, and unsure how this whole meeting is gonna go. How much did the Vault Hunters tell this Rhys? How much of his life did they share? He didn’t want to walk in, show his face, then get shot. He sighs, staring at the ground, trying to avoid the inquisitive stares of the various staff members passing by. He certainly didn’t look like Atlas material....┍

┑Casinos are this dreamland of money, drinks, and sex. Most would satisfy your every desire... for the right price. The Handsome Jackpot was no exception; stocked full with all sorts of illegal fun. Handsome Jack spared no expense with his casino, and to celebrate it’s grand opening of a lifetime, Hyperion raffled away some lovely week-long vacations of varying degrees. The grand prize winner got an exclusive VIP experience, complete with their own personal Jack doppelganger to be their arm candy. A highly desired vacation, surely.┍

┑So wasn’t everyone surprised when a programmer won instead of some high-level boss or manager? The giveaway wasn’t rigged at all, much to everyone’s surprise, and the grand prize is awarded with a dry smile by the giveaway organizer. A week vacation to the newest, hottest casino? Of course everyone would want it. And yet, it’s Rhys who gets shuttled on a high-class ship to the bright, colorful station.┍

┑A bot dressed in fine fabrics checks him in, escorting him to his high-rise room to get settled in before exploring all the casino can offer. “Your escort will be here in approximately 6 minutes, 32 seconds.” They chirp, before turning promptly and leaving him alone in the room.┍

┑Jack was tired. Weeks spent being drilled on what to do, what not to do, how to be Jack and how to be convincing had drained him, including the harsh punishments for being defiant, stepping out of line. He wasn’t used to be like this, but what choice did he have? His face ached badly, and he sneaks two shots of vodka to ease up both his anxiety and pain before he straightens his neatly tailored outfit. Their opening day outfits were simple, but attractive enough to compliment every aspect of Jack they meant to copy-- black slacks, white button up, and a Hyperion gold vest. Jack leans his head against the closed door a moment, trying to keep himself together, to get into his role, before he straightens up, knocking.┍