Lost in Minds

Chp 1: 4 years later...

Sitting alone on a rock that hangs to the edge of a abyss while looking at the pandoran dustclouds and tundra with the Hyperion Station from afar. If Krieg were to jump he could ensure a 'New life Station' would pick him up but leave him awhile to treck back home, it kept him from anything drastic but he's never had the pleasure of using one and actually he isn't sure if they work since Hyperion is gone. Somethings coming, something in his head twitching, lingering to return; nawing to crawl to his frontal lobe! Krieg shook his head, it stopped-and stood up from the hanging rock cliff. Holding his buzzaxe in both his hands and scrutinizing... did he need this? To kill MOTHER LOVING HOOOOOLIGANS!!! Though he didn't project this outside of his head; no, he felt peace upon the cliff. After using it to kill Hector, he'll need it to protect his siren harness, he'd never let it leave him, not anywhere, his fingers feel across it's handle before he shuffles back to the shack him and Maya live in together, after Hector was defeated.

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Lifting the dumpster's lid adjecent of the door and throwing it with an 'ol farmer's deceased corpse, he heads inside; he hopes to keep his axe hidden from Maya so she thinks he isn't reminiscing of his old days. He always buries it in the dumpster, when he enters his home his mind feels relieved of the twitch in his slagged head he once had.
"Everything is different.." Krieg says subconciously as he enters the one tile kitchen thinking of enveloping Maya into his arm, her back presses against him and leans her head in as she plays in the cooking skillet of skaglishious meat & khabobs-of non human meat
"Everything ok?" Maya asks but no response and a blank expression, thinking probably. She smirks and continues waiting for some bizarre line, yet Krieg just walks into the living room left of the kitchen.
What was he going to say? Did he supress his thoughts? Why did his temper stop was it because he lost his axe or wanted something more..that was it, he suspected being secluded would worry his mind, turn him human; what if the lady was going crazy as well?
All these thoughts fell silent as he plopped on the couch, a sharp void of silence. He turns on the TV and catches an old Hyperion commercial, without collecting the words; his vision outline grows red veins as he cries out groaning in real life, extending his arms behind him and standing. It spooks Maya that she drops the plates of meat and phaseorbs him on instincts to freeze, a few pants later he relaxes and Maya drops the spell. "What was that big guy?!" She chuckles and disregards the mess to sit on his right touching gently on his arm to sit down. Still panting deeply but faint he blinks to realization. "Crazy filler, who's name should not be so!" Maya looks off to understand his language "Yeah..yeah we haven't destroyed all the broadcast towers about that place, we've got to teach those raid of bandits that no one cares anymore!" She pouts sharply returning her weariness; this had to do about Hyperion and their broadcasts were still transmitting to the remaining followers of Handsome Jack, some bandits were paid and threatened to spread his cause. Krieg and Maya have been blasting the broadcast towers in many 'magical' ways. Think of it as a way to keep sane on a dusty planet they've spent so long on, hearing gunfire and explosions..well they just keep building them, people need propoganda they guess. Especially from vendors like Marcus encouraged to eliminate the 'other side' more and more but something tells them, there is still need for this planet; even if it's picking people off, it might reveal something new, Krieg feels it all the time living here since forever but never thinks about it too much; his life is committed to his making his relationship with Maya. Maya situates herself at unease and bites her lip from the anxiousness Krieg can see as he hunches over suspicious "Something tingles the glowing star?" replies Krieg twisting his torso. "Heh...yea no it's nothing, I can figure it out let's head out to destroy those broadcast towers, maybe..wish for an another vault hunter to come along? Just..because..I miss action, the excitement"
Krieg grumbles and slumps to defeat; the only reason he didn't like others was cause they couldn't understand him and if he hurt them on accident it would hurt Maya.

After floor lunch, they start down a west-face path used to reach to this hermit home and scout out any towers left as they make they're way down.
Three are far in the distance as ones that blip red at the top of the antenna, there is so much rubble from the Hyperion base and settlements that small signals will have to be.

Curving down right the slope cuts off and they reach a wired fence of decrepit signs of "Do not pass" "You dum for comin here" "Get gone!" Along with barbed wire at the top. Maya touches the side and sighs as if leaving this place, they both stand before a fog of genetic-made mist of spores puffing continuously. "Nature at it's finest huh?" Maya rhetorically asks Krieg, he shrugs and zombily groans before snickering and slurping his spit, cracking his neck. They hold their breaths as they head in, it's light green glow makes it impossible to see through which makes it harder to navigate but thankfully they didn't have spores before so they know a settlement is a few yards away, they shoot some spores beside them along the way; see spore's mist to Vault Hunters aren't entirely effective, it takes not long but longer to turn them into zombified spores themselves as one came close-the most elite sniper, Mordecia channeled it for a few hours before they were able to create a permanent antidote for it but it was only enough for one, the spores had won and after so long are now leaving, patiently waiting for any civilians to revel it in so it will stay longer but aside from the easy spots the spores had ruptured from the old Dahl facility. Most bandits are well equipped for vines sprouting outta places too.

[I will take constructive criticism even though this story hasn't began much]