Konrad was sitting at the usual table in the corner of the wood-walled cafeteria, wearing his red tank top and faded jeans with his big size 15 black combat boots resting on the table as he had his white-and-black striped fedora over his face. “Oh cut it out Kon, you're not some douche, so don't pretend to be.” Konrad grinned under his hat at the familiar voice, and took his hat off to see the grinning mustached face of his hairy Scottish-descended friend Anthon. The 330 pound 6 foot 3 dark blond weightlifter was in his workout uniform of a gray T-shirt and brown basketball shorts as usual, stinking to high heaven from all the sweat his phys-ed classes wrung out of him, terribly masked by offensively strong bodyspray.

“And what does that make you then huh fatty?” Konrad asked with levity, and Anthon barked in laughter as he set his tray of school slop on the table, while the twins were on approach. “Hey Kris, Mike!” Konrad called as Anthon sat, while the two short 5 foot 5 identical twin brothers with the same casual denim jeans, jackets, glasses, curly black hair and impressive tamed beards approached holding their brought lunches in opposite hands, making them look like one person walking alongside a mirror.

“Hey guys.” They answered simultaneously, making Konrad and Anthon shake their heads in amusement. The brothers worked so hard to do that on a regular basis. “How's sanctioned daily prison going for you two?”

“About the same as a day for Fillerbunny during one of JV's slumps.” Anthon joked, Kris breaking out in laughter as his twin Mike rolled his eyes. They were twins, and had many of the same interests, but Kris and Mike did have vastly different tastes in humor. Mike liked light-hearted, and genuine humor, while Kris and Anthon both derived amusement from grim, dark, and outright offensive things, making JV's work right up their alleys. Konrad appreciated both spectrums, so he got along well with the group as a whole.

Anthon was the one to bring him into the group....

“Okay, okay. I've got another fanfic idea guys.” Anthon said, getting sarcastic groans of false annoyance from the other three, and he laughed as he fished in his backpack while the twins sat on either side of Konrad like they usually did to practice reading each other's faces for planned jokes or choreographed gags. They were actors in the drama club, looking at scholarships with a minor in drama and a major in whatever they fancied. “Pay attention Konrad, this is a Borderlands fic idea.”

“Ugh...why can't you write a Resident Evil fic huh? You're sick enough to make some really graphic and grisly scenes, so it'd work.” Konrad jibbed, again. He'd been poking at Anthon to make an RE fic for ages, but Anthon said survival/horror wasn't much his cup-of-tea. He wasn't scared by any of it really, and even jumpscares just annoy him, so he preferred action/adventure to horror. The only reason he played the RE games was due to hype and his friends, like Konrad, insisting he give them a try.

“I'll write RE if they make a good combat system that isn't bullshit.” Anthon shot back as usual, and again Konrad couldn't argue, making the twins laugh in blatantly fake “ha, ha” tones in sync. “So, this idea's based around a poor sap who Ned makes an actual perfect Man-Skag-.”

[ $ ]

Avarice screamed in agony as the Corrosive bullet punctured clean through his left shoulder, out his shoulder-blade, and perforated his left wing. Zen was stunned, but quickly recovered as he growled and fished numerous carved small idols from his robes, and the rest of the village all quickly took cover while seeking their weapons. As Avarice screamed in pain, his healing factor valiantly resisted the green acid the bullet had carried with it, eventually closing both of the holes as he had ample energy to feed off of, what with the love he'd eaten courtesy of Zerona.

The currently upright Badass Skag looking man-skag throatily chuckled darkly. “Well now, not everyday you get a self-repairing target. I'm going to enjoy melting you!” A back-splash of green graffiti appeared behind the monster, with his name in stylized blood in front of him: (RIP: Rest In Puddles. OF ACID!). “Dance little man!” RIP screamed as he became excited for some sport, and quickly took aim and fired again, only for Zen to react quickly, throwing a turtle idol into the air that flashed, and RIP blinked at seeing his bullet ricochet off of the air, and miss Avarice by several feet, making both the recovering Avarice and RIP look at Zen in surprise.

[I will not allow you to harm any of my tribe again beast! You have killed Zoole, and harmed Zerona's mate! Prepare to die!] Zen then took off at speeds that were utterly ridiculous for both his age and size, an idol of a cheetah buried in his billowing mass of robes glowed as it imbued him with the speed and reflexes of said animal.

'Whoa! Old buck can move!' Avarice thought in surprise, but saw a flash of an image of his head being blown off, and he quickly bolted to the left, a caustic bullet grazing his right cheek, searing the skin off and making the flesh bubble but quickly flake off and be regenerated by his healing factor. 'Fuck! Gotta close the distance!'

{Switch! I can move fast enough to close us in, then you give him the blade treatment!} Crescent suddenly found himself in control of the body, and rocketed up at the homicidal Vault Hunter as he kept Zen at bay with harassing fire, almost hitting the old stallion with each shot, keeping him from getting up the path to the top of the cliff. “Hey ya ugly fuck!” Crescent shouted before trying to shoulder-check the tall sniper, only to be stopped dead by a green shield of energy that appeared upon him impacting it, and what's more, spikes of the green energy stabbed out at him, and pierced right through his unprotected shoulder with pure acidic essence. “AH~!”

{IDIOT! He has a shield, and it's a CAUSTIC SPIKE SHIELD TOO?! Switch!} Avarice screamed as they fell back, and before his shoulder could even bother trying to recover from the gaping acid-burned holes, he transformed into his dragon form, grabbed the edge of the cliff, and pulled his head over it to breathe fire at the man-skag, who quickly jumped away, but this was enough for Zen to finally get in close.

[The crane strikes from above, it's elegance supreme! SKY STRIKE!] Zen leaped up into the air an impressive height due to his frog idol, and then he struck his arm down at RIP, a crane idol flying from his sleeve and turning into a sharp cone of energized air, that grew bigger and bigger as it traveled down. RIP howled as he quickly stored his rifle and fled from the impact point on all fours, a good move since when the cone landed, it punched clean into the rock of the top of the cliff for it's whole size, causing a perfect conical large crater as a quake upset the island from so much pressed-down stone, and the volcano began erupting more harshly, the winds thankfully taking the ash and smoke northeast, away from most of the island.

'HOLY HELL! That's so badass!' Avarice thought to himself in awe before he shook himself, and spread his wings to rise into the air over the new battlefield. The top of the cliff was once a small plateau, but with the gaping crater it was looking like a miniature volcano or one of those cenotes you'd find in the more southern islands of the pacific. Only instead of water at the bottom, it was lava! LAVA IS WELLING UP! [ZEN! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!]

The old zebra landed and sheepishly chuckled as he looked down into the forming caldera of what could disastrously be a new artificial volcano. [We are still new here, I was unaware....]

[Flood it with water! It's the only hope you have of it not destroying your new home!] Avarice saw a scene of his body riddled with bullet holes, and he quickly dove down, barely evading a clustered corrosive shotgun blast that still scraped the tip of his tail, and he pulled up to move diagonally towards RIP, who was no wielding an S&S Caustic Brute, taking constant potshots at his airborne target. 'This is insane! How is this shit happening?!'

{I wouldn't bother with the why just now! We're sitting ducks up here!}

'Ground time then!' Avarice dove down and was wreathed in his green flames, emerging in his true form, his mandibles spreading wide before he let out a hissing roar, his tail whipping the blade into a nearby boulder, cutting clean through it. “You're not the only alpha predator here!”

“Ha! That's what you think! I've seen varkids with more spunk than you!” RIP taunted, before he summoned a grenade from his ECHO, and tossed it. Rather than chance whatever it could've been, Avarice bolted to the side on all fours, and once the grenade detonated seemingly harmlessly behind him, he charged Avarice who just stood there, calmly aiming his shotgun at the bum-rushing Avarice. “So eager, so stupid.” Avarice was about to pounce, when several homing energy missiles made of caustic energy plunged straight through him, ripping massive holes in his body and literally leeching his energy as they passed through, before entering RIP harmlessly. It was a Corrosive Transfusion Grenade. Avarice fell to the ground, choking, his red and purple blood pouring out onto the stone like little rivers, and RIP coldly placed the barrel of his Brute to his head. “Know your place prey.” He pulled the trigger.

[ $ ]

“-You seriously made that a drawback?” Konrad asked in surprise, and Anthon chuckled as the twins both chatted idly, but both had already commented they liked the idea he'd pitched. “You like this character too much Anthon. I mean, you even came up with his skill trees. I thought I liked Borderlands, but you take the cake.”

“You're the RE nut, I'm the Borderlands fanatic. It works out well enough for us both I guess. You like atmosphere, drama, and an intense sensation of helplessness. I like dark humor, levity, and badassery. I think we found our elements.” Anthon joked, looking down at the notebook he'd used to draw out RIP's skill trees, titled Cannibal, Herder, and Fetcher. “Well yeah, like I was saying; the Fetcher skill Stolen Clips makes RIP's guns have larger ammo capacities, regardless of type, but the tradeoff is-.”

[ $ ]

It clicked. Empty. RIP blinked in confusion. 'He doesn't know how many rounds are in a magazine!' Avarice took the momentary confusion of his short-minded opponent as a chance, and stabbed his tail blade at him. The Spike Shield was quick to punish him with more acidic spikes, but it fell, and his blade punched through and into RIP's armored chest, getting a hollow howl of pain from the alien dog-man, and RIP leaped back which pulled the blade from his chest, and spraying purple blood as he backed off, and growled at the downed Plaga who was already healing, his body having started adjusting to the acidic damage. “What's the matter skag? Can't remember how many shots you got?”

“Fuck off!” Avarice roared, ejecting his clip which digitized and moved to pop in another, but had to back off from another lunge, and after being interrupted again by another scorpion-like stab, he roared as he tossed his gun and clip aside, both digitizing back into his ECHO, before he jumped at Avarice to meet in a brutal brawl.

'Shit! Feral Nature!' Avarice lamented, as RIP suddenly became coated in green acid that did nothing to him or his own equipment, and after they broke away from their clawing tumble, RIP hocked up a massive ball of acid at the Plaga, who barely jumped over it, and flipped in mid-air, slicing his tail down and scoring a light hit as RIP tried to evade, but Avarice had to hiss from the pain of the acid coating his enemy as he continued his assault, trying not to let his opponent's shield charge back up. 'Damn it! If it isn't that shield it's his elemental relic and his special ability! Anthon designed him to be the ultimate anti-melee character to begin with, and me without my weapons! Where are you Vaga?!'

Avarice screeched in pain when RIP got his claws on him, and literally ripped his left arm off at the shoulder joint. Before it could turn into a grisly feast and he turned out like Zoole, Avarice lunged to meet the opened maw of his bestial opponent, and bit onto his head, injecting his own brand of venom right into the softer flesh of the inside of RIP's mouth. RIP yowled and shoved him off, before shivering and backing off with his head in his claws, Avarice laid on the ground, panting as he crawled to his removed arm, and promptly began eating. 'I don't know how powerful my poison is. If I'm lucky, he'll die, but if not-.'

“YOU CHEEKY FUCKER!” Avarice's healing meal was interrupted by a fierce kick to the head that nearly snapped his neck, and he rolled for several dozen feet until he neared the edge of the artificial volcano Zen had accidentally created. Zen himself was preoccupied using some sort of idol Avarice couldn't see from this distance to concentrate conjured heavy rain into the conical crater. The lava that had been billowing up was still rising, but slowed as the weight of the rapidly hardening rock on the top layer as well as the water starting to collect began to press down on the weak force of the leaking lava.

'Ow, damn, skag-ass must be immune to my...oh...fuck....' Avarice's thoughts on his venom being ineffective were suddenly moot, as he witnessed RIP howling, rolling about in agony as he bulked up, ripping out of his bandoleer and shorts. The Badass Man-Skag was changing into a Badass Alpha Man-Skag! 'Damn it! My venom is actually Plaga mutagen?! Shit! I just made things worse!' Avarice fretted mentally as his enemy grew larger, more heavily armored, and his head's armor and mouth became more pronounced with larger barb teeth and an upraised crest of his head's bone armor that was clearly meant for ramming. His previously spindly and lithe form was bulking up, becoming muscular as all get-out, and gaining a couple feet in height, before he stood up and howled at the moon at his new 12-foot height. 'We're fucked!'

Avarice quickly got to his clawed feet, his arm having grown back even if it's predecessor was at RIP's feet. Oddly enough, RIP seemed more involved with inspecting himself at the moment, and Avarice took the chance to back away closer to Zen. [Zen, please tell me the crater's almost taken care of. I'm going to need help in a minute because I accidentally made the enemy stronger.]

[Just about. It is a shallow pool of water down there at the moment, but I do not feel it sufficient enough. I need more time. STAY IN YOUR HOMES!] Zen shouted the end down the path, and Avarice could see a good number of armed zebra warriors, both male and female of varying builds pause at his demand.

[You cannot stand against this monster! Let us stop him!] Avarice joined in with his own shout at them, before turning back to RIP, seeing the beast-man having calmed down, and focused his eerie purple gaze upon them. “Hey smiley. I see your damned adaptive genes used my mutagen beneficially.” 'Damn it, why did skags have to be so fucking resilient and adaptive to their environments?'

“Thanks, but I still have to eat you. Job's a job, and I'm being paid big time for this.” RIP picked up his bandoleer, and it digitally restored before a smaller bandoleer attached to it, and he put it back on, a larger pair of khaki shorts digitized over his exposed groin as well. “The fact you're working for Jack just makes this even better.”

“What are you being paid? Who is paying you?” Avarice demanded, trying to stall, RIP's shield activated the instant his bandoleer was back on, and a quick glance into the crater revealed a large pool of water a few feet deep had filled in from the constant deluge, but by how tired Zen was looking, he wouldn't be much help once he was done.

“The pay was pretty vague, but I was promised an “improved fate” by the magical tentacle thing that kidnapped me from my pad in Jakob's Cove. All I have to do is kill you, and boom; I might be able to put MY world's Jack in the ground like he deserves!” RIP exclaimed, his glowing purple eyes leering at Avarice, who leered back. “Of course, he could've warned me that my target is a bonafide Badass. I haven't had this much trouble killing someone who wasn't an Atlas or Hyperion big shot. Then again, I guess the latter applies to you, doesn't it?”

“I'm just a Foreman. Sure, I'm supposed to be the 'head' of this dimension's branch of Hyperion, but I just got it started. Surely you must know this world's problems, and that I'm trying to help them-.”

“LIKE HOW JACK HELPED PANDORA?!” RIP screamed in fury, before holding his beefy arms out to gesture to everything. “You think Hyperion won't destroy this world?! You think they won't carelessly kill anyone beneath them for their own gain?! You naïve shit! Hyperion, no matter the dimension, or aims, or goals, is always the same! You're dooming this world to the tyranny of Hyperion, and although my friends in my own world could use my help trying to save our Pandora, I can't just let you do the same here! Cutting off the head of the thresher before it can sink into the ground is the quickest way to end things!” RIP then summoned a red smg with a side-loaded drum barrel that had green corrosive element glowing accents to it, the seductive form of Moxxi painted on the side. “So how about I finish you with Moxxi's Bad Touch?”

“NOPE-NOPE-NOPE-SO-MUCH-NOPE!” Avarice shouted in a panic as he quickly sprinted to the side away from the filling crater and Zen as a hailstorm of green bullets sprayed at him, trailing close behind and almost taking his tail off. 'WHY THAT GUN?! What did this ass do to get Moxxi to like him that much?!' Avarice jumped over the stream of bullets that suddenly snapped in front of him, his fear well-placed since that gun was one of his favorites from BL2, it made all Loaders go from threats, to puddles of slag in seconds. Sometimes with only a few bullets. And that was only halfway up the level range against stronger Loaders.

Who did Moxxi have to fuck to get that deadly a gun designed for her?

“HOW MANY BULLETS DO YOU HAVE?!” Avarice shouted in irate worry as the big fucker hadn't even stopped firing once, chasing Avarice around the small plateau with choked laughter.

“I DON'T KNOW! STAND STILL AND LET ME-shit.” RIP finally ran out of bullets in the drum magazine, and Avarice took the chance to grab a small boulder, and shout in exertion as he hefted it up, spun, and launched it at the reloading RIP, who was blindsided by the unexpected act, and knocked to the ground as his shields took the brunt of it and overloaded. Avarice took the chance to bolt with incredible speed and try to stab through the Vault Hunter's maw, but his vertical jaws clenched onto his bladed tail, and they began wrestling, only for Avarice to instantly be overpowered by the powered-up Alpha, and be pinned under the weight of the massive were-skag who chuckled with the blade in his jaw, about to casually rip Avarice's head off.

Thankfully, before Avarice could be finished off, a spear shot through the air and into RIP's right eye, getting him to howl. The instant the pressure on his tail weakened, Avarice's blade promptly shot into RIP's maw, and out the back of his head.

Avarice was admittedly quite shocked at the sudden and anticlimactic turn, as the powerful monster atop him shuddered, his eyes shimmering before they went dark, and when he slumped into a boneless heap, RIP simply seemed to melt into a glowing purple mass of energy, before vanishing, all his equipment with him too.

That was NOT a New-U system!

Avarice bolted upright and looked around frantically, only to be pounced to the ground again by Zerona as the rest of the village charged up the natural ramp onto the plateau behind her. [My mate! I am so sorry I took so long, but Zoole’s death demanded I at least give my proper respects before I left him.] Zerona nuzzled his chitinous cheek, and Avarice had to blink in surprise.

[Zerona...does my true form not bother you?] Avarice asked in shock, and Zerona smiled before she licked his cheek.

[Is that answer enough my mate? I knew it was you when I saw you. My heart told me so.] Zerona said matter-of-factly before she hugged him a little tighter. [You truly are ignorant of zebras if you do not know how bound we are to our hearts, our loved ones.]

Avarice would have blushed if he could have, but he settled instead for humming a cicada-like buzz, and nuzzling her back with his eyes closed. ‘Wow...back home, love was just something told in stories, rarely ever seen. And here, in this world...I found it in several women who gave themselves to me so readily, so accepting….’

[As beautiful as such a sight may be.] Zekkino’s voice interrupted, getting them both to sit up and look his way, seeing a bemused and smirking population of zebra villagers. Indeed; the stallions were much taller than the mares. Averaging a whole foot over them actually. Zekkino was a special case as Avarice thought though, towering over most of them all. [Would it be too much to ask what that beast was?]

Zen had finished filling the crater with water, which was now turning from a potential volcano into an artificial hotspring, and was approaching. Seeing him standing next to Zekkino, Avarice was a little stunned to see a blatant family resemblance between them. Specifically their faces and eyes, and matching stripe pattern. [I agree with my son. Would you please enlighten us? You seemed familiar with that monster.]

Zerona protectively clung to Avarice, and he sighed. This was going to take a while.

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[So that monster was created by your friend?] Zen asked for clarification. Avarice had told him, Zerona, and Zekkino while gathered in Zen’s hut about the Multiverse, the Displaced, and about Hyperion’s presence here, but they were mostly concerned with RIP at the moment, beings he was a direct threat that, according to Avarice; was not gone.

[Essentially sir. For all I know; he already existed, and my friend simply must have been attuned with him, and inspired to tell his story. The Multiverse is as unknowable as it is knowable. Anything is possible. Everything exists. That’s the simplicity of it. Out there; there’s a big, beefy stallion version of Zerona here who’s probably the village stud.] Avarice used as an example, making Zerona blush and the two stallions laugh.

[So what must we do to defend against such a creature? You say he is dead-set on our destruction simply from having associated with you. Do not worry though; you are one of us now. We will not shun you for something as petty as the wrath of your enemies. We have lived through worse, and we shall continue to do so.] Zen affirmed, and Avarice sighed as he thought it over.

[The only thing I can see being a lasting solution for the time is to move your village to Valley Island. It is all valleys though, and no naturally occurring food sources besides grass have grown there likely due to the shelf-like shape of the island not letting seeds carry up from the ocean.] Avarice informed, and Zen nodded before gesturing a hand to his son, who also nodded and briskly left the hut, shouting for the other villagers to prepare to move.

[It is no trouble. We have subsisted on less. Our bodies are resilient, and we have thrived where other tribes have struggled. We shall endeavor to bring seeds with us to begin growing crops proper. With such fertile and flat land, it would be easy to have an actual farm. Please, fly ahead and tell your fellows we are coming.] Zen then yawned, and grunted as he rubbed an eye, Zerona scoffing before she moved to him and pulled him to his hooves easily.

[You are too old to be up so late Chief. Rest now. Let Zekkino and the others manage things.] Zerona ignored the old stallion’s protests as she forced him into bed, and Avarice got up to leave only to be smacked over the back of his head, and he turned to see it was Vagabond, who had a presence that felt angry and concerned.

“I’m fine Vagabond. Just some freaky asshole from another reality. But knowing how his world works, he’s far from gone. Gotta warn Jack that more than canon Vault Hunters could be after our asses.” Avarice growled as he exited the hut and changed into a dragon again, Vagabond next to him similarly changing shape. “Where are you lately? I’ve been busy busting my ass, and you’re off doing who-knows-what.”

Vagabond shrugged and again gestured that he was “around” and Avarice snorted some smoke out his nostrils in agitation at the noncommittal response.

“I’d really like to know how to talk to you. I’m sick of having to guess everything.” Avarice growled, and was about to take off when Vagabond grabbed his shoulder, and gestured behind them to a still-naked Zerona at Zen’s door, who hadn’t been able to get dressed, or clean in all the madness. “Oh, right. Uh...Vagabond, meet my new mate; Zerona. She...well….” Avarice was hoping projecting his memories of what happened would work, and when he felt a sort of pull coming from Vagabond at said memories, and Vagabond nodding his head in understanding, he was hopeful for a clearer form of communication to be started with his partner. “So nothing against it?”

Vagabond moved his hands into the shape of a heart, and Avarice somehow felt...incredibly happy Vagabond approved of his relationships. Like he was making his elder sibling or parent happy. ‘If you only knew.’ Vagabond thought at feeling Avarice’s surface thoughts and feelings. Wondering when his eventual replacement would be able to hear him without dying.

[My mate, what is this? Why do you seek it’s approval?] Zerona asked in confusion. It seemed a magical construct, not his elder family like he seemed to treat it as.

[This is my partner and friend Vagabond. He comes and goes as he pleases, but I trust him like no other. Speaking of which, I need to send you someplace far safer than here, with your tribe. I told you what mating with me would entail, don’t tell me you forgot.] Avarice reminded, and Zerona looked around at her packing tribemates forlornly.

[I do remember...very well. Is he the one who shall take me to the rest of your herd?] Zerona asked hopefully, and Vagabond nodded, before gesturing her closer as he pulled out a damp robe, probably taken from a sinking ship or something, and using it to clean her up a bit like he was her elder family member, and she blushed with a smile before he wrapped her in it. [He is a good stallion...I won’t be without you for long, will I?] Zerona asked worriedly, and Avarice sighed.

[I don’t know Zerona. But do know that I shall return to you and the others. I must go. Your tribe needs safety and security, my group needs their help too, and the rest of the world isn’t stopping as I try to strengthen my hand in this Game of Thrones.] Avarice said, looking east towards the rest of the “known world”, imagining the horrors Die Leucht had planned, that he could not act on as of yet. ‘I won’t let you take Equestria, I won’t let you derail this world’s chance for peace for your own sick hungers for power!’

With that thought, Avarice leaped into the air, opening his wings on an updraft caused by the hot plateau and began soaring to Valley Island to inform Homage of these events, and hope to improve things even more than before, if monsters from other realms were going to pop up like RIP did.

Vagabond put a hand on Zerona’s shoulder, and when she looked up at his empty hood, she was suddenly blinded by him encompassing her with his coat, and then she stood before a bunch of bewildered mares in a plush lounge, equally bewildered. Vagabond was nowhere to be seen. [Um...where did that creature leave me?] Zerona asked, looking from Celestia, to Luna, to a dutifully standing Solar and lastly to an exasperated Sonata, all were wearing nightgowns, having recovered from the erotic events from earlier.

[There he goes again, putting his phallus in another female. Then again, poor dear must have been in pure horny agony from being without attention for a week.] Sonata said in fluent Hawaiian since it was in her language database. When she got up and approached, Zerona wasn’t worried, as she could smell her mate on all these females save the armored one.

[So this is his herd? I was expecting more.] Zerona said, and Sonata choked a laugh as she moved in and hugged the blinking zebra. Herd Sisters were usually this amorous with each other, but it usually took time, while this scaled and metal-plated female wasted no time in pressing her snout between her boulder-like J-Cups in their light-blue nightgown.

[Oh, there will be dear. Trust me on that. A stud like that has too much love to give with his heart out in the open.] Sonata cooed, and then turned to the still nervous sisters, who were both worried about who Zerona was. “This is the new member of the herd ladies.”

They both calmed down, and Luna sighed with a grin while Celestia softly smiled and shook her head in amusement. “Welcome to the group exotic one. We shall be glad to hear of thine tale of bedtime adventure whilst we are awaiting a new suit of steel armor.” Luna said, getting a confused blink from Zerona, and then blushed at realizing the mare didn’t speak Equish. “Oh dear...this might be an issue.”

[I have the remedy to this situation. I just need you to gargle these….] Zerona fished out three familiar vials in her satchel, which was hidden under her robe along with her dagger which was revealed when she opened said robe to open said satchel. [And then directly transfer them to me via mouth-to-mouth.]

Zerona’s words were sadly on clueless ears, and Sonata sighed. ‘Avarice, you sexy stud, if you weren’t my master I wouldn’t put up with this awkward shit for you.’ “Let me translate….”

Author's Notes:

RIP: Vault Hunter, former worker(slave) of Jakobs, the original man-skag, bitch rider(skags), and lady killer(Moxxi's on-off boy?-toy). Father of at least half the skag population in his own universe, and the only man alive besides Handsome Jack in his universe that knows enough about digistruct technology to keep the old New-U system running, and how to fuck with it to make unique "mutant" people or even recover people too fucked up to be rezzed normally.

One of the original Vault Hunters in his own universe, RIP is known for being a literally bloodthirsty psychopath who's only redeeming quality is his desire to keep the weak safe from the tyranny of the strong. Nothing get's in his way between him; and his sense of "gun justice" and isn't beyond ignorantly trampling the helpless if they "take the wrong side" putting him in line with Brick on their views of the weak. If they can't stand up to snuff; get lost. It's only his friends who manage to keep him on a "leash" and unfortunately, here, on Equus, that leash doesn't exist.

The world is not ready for his madness, his carnage. The rivers will run red with the blood of his enemies.