In less than an hour, Diamond Tiara's room was redecorated to look like her office, complete with posters of herself, magazines of the latest guns, and four things that looked like trophies. There was a pair of gloves with a hammer & dog tags, a stuffed bird with a pair of goggles, a beret on top of a large machine, and, a jar of what looked liked purple magic. Her family and friend looked at each of these things with curiosity.

"What are these?" Silver Spoon asked.

"Those, my friend," Diamond replied "are trophies I took from the biggest assholes I meet."

"...A-" Diamond's robotic leg opened to reveal a hand, in which it's index finger placed itself over her friends lips.

"Shh... don't repeat what I say."

"But yes," Jack added, "These were actually the first four Vault Hunters we used in our... sorta... first adventure."

"What's a vault hunter?" Spoiled Rich asked

"And what do you mean by 'first'?" Filthy added.

"A vault hunter," Diamond explained "is, more or less, a-"

"Bandits!" Jack interrupted, snapping "They're nothing more than greedy bandits with some special ability with some form of intelligence and will do anything for money! No matter how big or small it is, these bandits will do anything and kill anyone just for some god damn-!"

"Dad! ... Please, calm down. Yes, Vault hunters are bandits, but I would rather say they're a lawless Mercenary/Treasure Hunter mix. And yes, there's more, at lease twelve more, but we'll get to them later."

"More Vault hunters!?" Silver asked in shock.

"Yes, and don't worry, at least some of them stayed and became what was close to a family, but, like I said, we'll get to that later." Her robotic hand went away and in it's place, a hologram of four individuals came up: three men and a woman, all in Jack's species. The woman had short, red hair, wore what looked liked a jacket, and tattoos ran over her left arm & breasts. One of the men was much taller and built, looking like some monster, another had darker skin & wore combat armor, and the last one was scrawny, wore a mask, and had a much more different looking bird. Diamond gestured to each of them and the trophies that came from them. "As you can see, our woman here is Lilith, a siren and what's left in that jar over there; this huge guy is Brick, more muscle than brains, who held that hammer with the stuff you saw there, though the hammer comes in much later; This guy in the armor is Roland, a soldier from the Crimson lance, some group from the Atlas corporation, where you can see his hat & turret right now; and this scrawny guy here that desperately needs a sandwich is Mordecai, a sniper and animal lover, especially with that bird of his, Bloodwing, though that's a different bird named 'Talon' with his goggles, again, much later. Of course, these guys were our first choice, and I think it was really because of Lilith, wasn't it?"

"Pretty much." Jack replied "There was six sirens, and she was one of them. And, it was an experiment."

"An experiment?" Spoiled Rich asked

"For controlling things into my favor."

"And how did that go?" Filty Rich asked

"It's best if we explain." Diamond spoke.

Jack, Angel, and Diamond moved into the Hyperion space station. Years had passed when Diamond first arrived; she and Angel were taught by Jack himself, but Diamond was pretty quick to learn the stuff taught, and the two, though what first started off as master & pet, became sisters. While Angel had to be hidden, now a young adult, Diamond Tiara, around 10 years old, had a natural ability to make even the most cold hearted people to go gaga over her, which helped Jack got his job as low-level hyperion engineer. Inside the station, Angel was strapped to Hyperion's network, where Jack gave her the task to find some 'candidates' in finding what was called a 'Vault' on the planet of Pandora. Diamond Tiara regularly visited her big sister, comforting her and encouraged her to find these candidates. A few days had passed already.

I won't lie. My dad was really harsh on Angel for being deifferent

Why were you being so rough on your daughter?

If you had seen what she did, you would take precautions.

I would never do that to my daughter!

Then you are an idiot that would die on Pandora.

Can we get back to the story?

"Okay, any candidates today, Angel?" Jack asked with Diamond Tiara next to him.

"There are... four treasure hunters who arrived on a shuttle several hours ago." Angel replied, using her siren abilities. "They are currently on a bus to Fyrestone."

"Great! Say this to 'em: Don't be alarmed. I need you to stay calm and don't let on that anyone is talking to you. Start making your way off of the bus."

"The bus is still moving, sir."

"Shut-"

"Dad!" Diamond interrupted "Mr. Tassiter!" Mr. Tassiter, despite with Diamond Tiara's cuteness, was never affected by the filly himself. He looked liked a cross between an evil version of Mr. Fantastic and a James Bond villain.

"Jack?" He asked in his usual, high snooty and Nagy voice "Why have you dispatched one of our satellites to Pandora? What are you doing!?"

"Uh... sir, uh the energy readings my uh," Jack stuttered "instruments, uh, at home from Pandora are-"

"Get out of there at once, you hideous little code monkey! And shut off that Satellite and take your horse with you!"

"My name is Diamond Tiara." Diamond growled under her breath. Jack patted her head.

"Easy there," he replied, clicking some buttons on his laptop. "I'm sorry, Mr. Tassiter. It won't happen again."

"Good. Now get back to work!" He left the two alone.

"Freakin' Jackass. Go and meet up with Angel, Diamond. See how she's doing."

"Yes, dad." Diamond walked away, heading to their secret room in Deck 13.5. It wasn't too far from where they were at, hell, she just needed to climb a ladder to deck 14, and drop to 13.5. Angel was sitting in the room in the deck, sitting on a chair, wired up to a chair with multiple screens around, each viewing through the eyes of their candidates and security around the area.

"Hello, Diamond." Angel spoke. "Did dad send you here?"

"Yeah. Mr. Tassiter came down here again."

"Ah, the jerk."

"So, who are the candidates?"

"Hm... they seems to be friends back in their childhood. We have a huge one, a well rounded one, a scrawny one, and... a siren?"

"A siren!? Like you!?"

"Hm... maybe not like me, but yes."

"They're still on the bus. I'll see them fully, though it will look flashy on screen." The boomboxes around, which normally played classy music, played a song that actually fitted with the scene.

"And, for now, we'll continue in the morning." Diamond spoke. It's true, outside was getting dark.

"Aw! But I wanna know more!" Silver Spoon complained

"And who was driving the... bus?" Filthy Rich asked.

"Some guy named Marcus Kincaid." Jack replied "He claims to be a vital role in this, but, all he does is sell guns, bullets, and grenades. Probably the only gun salesman around, as all other die."

"Yeah," Diamond replied, stretching and yawning. "Well, good night to all of you."

"Wait!" Filth spoke "Is... is it alright if I, your real father, can tuck you in?" Diamond stared at Filthy, then sighed in defeat.

"Fine. But only this once." Diamond laid on her bed, and Filthy began to tuck her in. She had changed, and he could tell how uncomfortable it was for, but it's been such a long time, and he really wanted to do this. He kissed her forehead.

"Welcome home, Sweetie."

"Yes, 'welcome home'." Jack mocked.

"Dads... go to sleep." Diamond muttered. The hologram of Jack went away as Filthy walked out and closed the door. Diamond closed heyes eyes and fell asleep... for a minute. She woke up. "OF COURSE!!! GUNS THAT SHOOTS DIAMONDS!!!"

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