#borderlands!verse

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Ow... James wasn’t sure what had happened. One minute he’d been working in the small temporary shack he called home for now and the next he’d felt a searing pain in his head and passed out. He felt slow, groggy and eased himself up with a shake of his head.

“... how long was I out?” He thought aloud, pulling back his sleeve to check his watch. 

James blinked in surprise at the generosity, but a grateful smile came soon after and an understanding nod. He didn’t look that old for a parent, then again his child didn’t look old either. “Could we get onions, peppers and pepperoni? I... it feel weird taking it for free.” He admitted sheepishly, “also know anywhere fairly safe to stay the night? We’re just passing through.”

James had kept Hannah close, all they’d been after was a few supplies when the cultists jumped them. Far as he knew they jumped anyone who didn’t smell like death and wasn’t screaming about God queens.

He hadn’t expected some older fella jumping in with a shotgun taking down the last load that James hadn’t managed to get a decent shot in. His ECHO eye scanned over the man, trying to identify him.

It as rare James and his child would exit his makeshift fortress, but they were low on supplies and he wasn’t going to leave her all alone there. So he’d made the drive with her across the wastelands to the nearby town to restock on a few things.

While in the town James had treated his child to a rakk burger while he spoke to one of the vendors, the little girl perched on a wall not far from him as she swung her legs, arms covered by long sleeves on her jumper. 

Hannah was entertaining herself while her father dug in piles of scrap not far from her. He needed a few materials for projects and what better place than an abandoned scrapyard. There was no sign of bandits so Hannah had summoned her little orb friend she affectionately named ‘Sparky’ to float around and chirp happily. 

could be useful if the smol wanted to make a wall or if she wanted her floaty ball ‘Sparky’ around. or if she wanted to be a sculpture.

While her father was wary of Claptrap he knew they’d been discontinued by Hyperion. He had no affiliation with them and with strict rules that she wasn’t to wander off anywhere hazardous he allowed her to hang out with the odd little robot/