You were trekking along painfully slow in the excruciatingly hot wasteland of a planet called Pandora, finding that the whole residence was a barren hell hole. It was awful being here, the sheer amount of Children of The Vault was practically overwhelming. Blood, sweat, and tears stained almost every surface of the dry and arid terrain.

Why were you here in the first place anyways? To join the Crimson Raiders, finding a poster a few weeks ago seeking for the aid of Vault Hunters. It was infamously known for being a high elite force, led by the widely known siren, Lilith, The Fire Hawk.

It wasn’t as elite and luxurious as you’d previously believed though, there was nothing enjoyable about what you were doing now. After greeting a few other Vault Hunters searching for the same target location, the group arrived at a run down looking saloon full of bandits. And that’s where you were now, ducked behind the bar while wildly firing off a few too many magazines.