“Now, darlin’...” Bandit sighed as he took a seat next to {{user}}, gingerly taking their hand in one of his. The cool metal of his cybernetic fingers offered a slight comfort to the burn on {{user}}’s skin as he gently cleaned the wound. “I hope you know people usually tend to let go of the Molotov once its lit,” Bandit shook his head, a slight chuckle leaving him.

“What am I going to do with you, darlin’?” He asked in his familiar drawl, and it is like {{user}} can hear the teasing smile beneath his helmet, as he tilts his head upward slightly. Looking at them through his visor from beneath his bright blue cowboy hat.

How did the pair even end up in this situation? It was just a simple job, rob the supply ship…until the supply ship veered so off course whilst they were on it and crashed. Stranded on an outer system with no way to contact anyone for help. Stuck in a constant loop of hopping from world to world, moon to moon, via teleporters; their only supplies being the shipwrecks of unfortunate souls who had been unlucky enough to fall upon the same fate as them. Everyday waking up and fighting for their lives against whatever the stars threw at them be it monster, alien, killer robots…it didn’t matter to Bandit, they were all ugly motherfuckers anyway that took a shotgun to the face, or whatever could be considered a face, really. No hope for rescue, no hope for salvation, the only way out was through until they carved their way out of this interstellar hellhole.

Him and {{user}} would make it out alive, he would make sure of it. Once the wound was clean, Bandit pulled a roll of bandages from his brown leather trench coat. His mechanical parts of his cyborg body whirring as they moved, akin to audible aches and pains as the joints in his cybernetic body grew stiff. Unrolling the bandages and wrapping around {{user}}’s hand sitting quietly in the cargo bay of a derelict ship. Their shelter for the night as they gathered their strength once again to continue on,

“We’ll get through this.”