- ZANE FLYNT -

@theirishoperative​ reblogged from here:

Amara listened to his story with a few eyerolls, arms crossed over her chest. It was hard to believe any of the stories Zane shared because of how much hooey they contained. Not to mention his line of work didn’t exactly afford him a trustworthy nature when it came to his words. “He took the dive or did you push him? Because you seem like the pushing kind of guy.”

Zane shifted on his feet, remembering the words that rung loud and true to his poor little eardrums from Clive. It was a hell of a time, but it was very true! Well...

“Me? Well, when push comes ta shove-....”, he stopped, soon bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Oh no, I’m not a pushin’ guy. The guy came lashin’ at me and then with quick thinkin’ I just stepped aside and off he went. Pretty graceful if I do say so meself!”, he proclaimed. 

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“Hey, look, it wasn’t backstabbin’ I swear! Would ya really take me for a backstabber Amara? I mean really!”

 Zane was quick to jump to a defense but was his story just as strong as his cardboard walls? Unlikely.

“I saw someone bein’ real sad - somethin’ about their lover stabbin’ them in the back cause they had an affair of some sort. Real kick in the nads, y’know. Anyways, I comforted the fella and told him ‘Ya gotta get back on your ride, boyo. Ain’t no use cryin’ over spilled milk.” ‘Sides, from what I heard? The lass is a right skank. I mean who makes their outfit matches the curtains these days!? Anyways - onto the next part, so I told him to not get mad, get even. Then he started to spout some inspirational jimber, and then he toddles off. Next thing I know, he comes back with a knife! A damn knife!! I says to him ‘The hell are ya doing?!’ and he says to me ‘I got her a parting gift - a knife for all the backstabbin’ she’s done to me! And then unfortunately, he came runnin’ towards me thinkin’ I was the guy who took his girl away. Sorry to say Clivey lad, but busty babes with a knack for backstabbin’, affairs and a love of birds is a big no. Fortunately he took the dive - literally. Right off a cliff. See ya Clifftop Clive!”

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“Oh for the love of...! Come on....!!” 

No matter how many times he would whack at the mechanicals on his arm to get good ol’ ‘Zoomer’ out, the little devil just wouldn’t pop out. He continued to punch at it, tap at the buttons, swearing repeatedly over and over as he tried to get the thing moving again. 

Suddenly it booted up, making Zane’s face brighten up with joy - only for it to immediately come crashing down when it started to smoke and blow up, electrical sparks fizzing out from the box. 

“....Just my luck. And here they say Irish luck comes in handy, but by Jiminy Crocket, this is takin’ the mick just a simmer.”, he grumbled before taking it off. 

He glanced it over. The thing was as good as dead. Great. Anything else? Oh yes, ECHO device down too? GRAND! Zane’s luck really wasn’t behind him today. Fortunately, a passer-by managed to soothe over the Operative with recommending him to see Professor Wordsworth. Word has it that the guy was brilliant at fixing, tinkering and just about everything that any planet could offer. At this rate, he’d take anything he can. He’s nothing without his drone! Fortunately, he had Zane 2.0, his digi-clone, to rely on! 

Approaching the man’s door, he knocked, calling out from the outside. 

‘PLAY THE XYLOPONE WITH MY SPINE.’ screamed the psycho as they pounced upon the Operative, attempting to slice his face with the buzzaxe that they proudly carried into every battle. This had caught Dimitri’s attention after fighting off his own corner, causing him to sigh. He was expecting more out of this guy, with the way all of these Vault Hunters had been bragged up, but guess he’s going to have to save his ass.

❝I thought I told you to not get in my way or cause me any trouble.❞ He said to the other before quickly shooting the psycho in the head, right between the eyes. There was no hesitation, no remorse in his eyes. He had done killing for a living, so this was normal to him.

He then stood next to where the other was on the floor, covering him with his trusty Jakobs pistol. He would never admit that he was covering him until he got up, but that was exactly what he was doing. He didn’t ask him if he was alright though, instead he gave his own kind of inspiration, so to speak.

❝Now get up and get your ass in gear. I won’t save you next time.❞ 

This isn’t the first nor probably the last time he’s been attacked by a psycho. He’d like to forget about the last one. Cindy sure was a bad one. A shudder came to his brain as he thought about that one. Ugh.  But anyway, this wasn’t the time for reminiscing! He had to act quickly before he’d be made into a meat bicycle! Fortunately, his new ‘comrade’ was coming to his rescue, shooting it very accurately, causing the psycho to flop to the ground dead. He felt relief strike at his body as he felt his vision correct and the heavy weight finally lifted. 

He went to thank Dimitri but his harsh words rang into Zane’s ears, causing him to frown a little bit. 

“Ay ay, ain’t nobody be causin’ ya any trouble, boyo, keep your panties on!”, he retorted before adjusting his jacket. 

“Just slipped is all! Happens to all of us...yeesh....”, his voice weakened lower as he went on, shaking his head before rolling his shoulders and made his way up through the ship, shooting any oncoming enemies that had dared to stand in his way. 

Suddenly, during the skirmish, the ship had jolted, causing the power to go out, emergency lighting now starting to flicker on. Unfortunately, the ground had shook so much that it caused crates and other obstacles to fall before him, barricading the way up to the bridge. Zane was coated in darkness, nothing but the dim red emergency lighting and the torch on his jacket shining a light before him.

Well that was a friendly comeback - not. Okay so maybe Zane took a chance by picking on the wrong person, but it needed to be said. He said what he said and there was no ‘take-backsies’. He knew he had an ego the size of Pandora and back, but hell, now he was trying to make out that Zane was the one with the inflated ego. What nonsense!

“Y’talkin’ a loada skag shite, boyo. Me havin’ a big ego? You oughta look in the mirror buddy. Yeesh, and here I thought a farty psycho had a worse stench than your attitude. You wanna get that sorted before you mess with the wrong guy - and I don’t mean that in a good way.”, added sarcasm there. 

Dimitri really could not be bothered for these guys right now. He was in one hell of a stinking mood, and this wasn’t going to help that - even if he could take his anger out on their bodies. His cold glare was now aimed at his foes before him, already calculating where to go and who to take out first, way before the blonde guy mentioned it.

❝You really don’t have to tell me what to do, just focus on yourself.❞ He said to the other, shooting a gun in between the eyes without even looking. ❝Just kill whoever the fuck you want, just make sure you don’t get in my way or slow me down.❞

The only person Dimitri ever listened to was his commander, so in this case it was Lilith. Therefore, he completely brushed off the orders from Zane, and went on to do his own thing. If that guy did get in his way, then he would not hesitate to get rid of him too.

❝I really can’t be fucking bothered for these guys today.❞  He mumbled to himself, moving onwards to do what he was born to do.

Zane really just wanted to enjoy his pint and be done with the day, but of course they had to be invaded by some screaming idiots. Of course. What else did he expect? Well, there was a lot of things on that list, some that would probably leave the poor Operative with a few nightmares, but he’d rather put his mind on the battle at hand. 

His eyes shifted back towards the Ex-Crimson Lance member, feeling that deep, penetrating fire burn through his body. Dimitri was just getting worse and worse by the minute, but hey, nothing a good drink couldn’t handle. He’d be sure to let him have one after this they’d both need it at this rate... 

“Yeesh...”, he sweated a little, yanking at his collar to let himself breathe a little more. Dimitri’s words were venomous and he hadn’t really felt himself sweat since an unexpected run-in while drunk at a bar in Lectra City. Thankfully, the tale of Mrs Barbara Boobie and the swindling Irish was to be told another day... if ever. 

Well, truth be told, Zane wasn’t really his commanding operator, but he thought they could at least work as a team? Should have known better. He shook his head and rolled his shoulders before pulling out a trusty assault rifle from his back, peeking before leaving his cover. 

“Come and get some!!”

Bullets flew through the air, enemies rampaging throughout the ship. Their screams and echoes would continue to rattle through the speakers and down the passageways while Crimson Lancers, Vault Hunters and the like would do their best to defend the ship and rid of the attackers. Zane carefully made his way up to the Bridge area, taking down any and all that would get in his way, trusted zooming drone at his side and all, all the while clearing out a pathway for him and Dimitri to progress. 

However, his luck was soon to run out as an unexpected enemy launched themselves at Zane with buzzaxe in hand, screaming down his poor ears. 

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“I’m tellin’ ya Rhysie-boy I saw it with me own eyes!”, he exclaimed, pointing at his cybernetic eye as he moved up away from the vending machine he was leaning against.

“I was right there! Just mindin’ me own business when some bloke approaches me like ‘Hey you got a few buckos to lend? Gotta take me girl out for dinner’. So me, bein’ the kind-hearted soul I am gave him a few buckos to spare so he could help out his girl. Fast forward a little, and I caught sight of ‘em of on a date, splutterin’ all the romantic gushy stuff. ‘Awww that’s just cute’, I thought to meself, then BOOM! Outta nowhere she explodes!! The poor guy was in tears! Didn’t expect it! I know they say to end a date with a bang, but I think that’s just takin’ it a tad too far. And you know what else? It rained money. She literally exploded into a bazillion ones. The fellow collected up the money and ran. Didn’t see him after that. Must have gone and got a new suit or somethin’.”