Jax’s ECHO Log entry # 1: Not dead yet.
Well, Cent, today was a quite embarrassing day. Fortunately, I fulfilled some halfway-skilled Vault Hunters that kept my fit from getting too crumpled. The transportation dropped us in some small town that smells like dead bodies, body smell, and butts. In some way it still handles to have all the leading line merchants working here. An arms dealership AND a bar? You would not believe this Brymstone location was going to be such a hopping city.
That Marcus person appeared shifty as all go out, however he provided us the straight information on what was going on. A minimum of I believe so. You understand I never ever pay adequate attention to the subtle things, however he did provide us a task. Or, he provided us the opportunity at taking control of some other folks’ tasks … Looks like the majority of the folks ending up with these letters he was speaking about are ending up dead. Or working as a guard with a ludicrous name like Knight Ryder.
Appears the guilds are intending to get their hands on some huge all-powerful wand. Some desire the power on their own. Some desire the power ruined. Some wish to experiment. Some simply desire someone to eliminate Marcus with it. All of it pays. And possibly it has some power no one understands about. I can just hope.
The team I took a trip in with from the transportation consented to work this together, instead of complete. Perhaps not as enjoyable, however provided the unalived state of the representative that I discovered pushed into a garbage can, I’m hoping we can be more effective as a group. Likewise, it was good to encounter another Hunter out here. They revealed me a cool technique I didn’t understand these Wings might do, so that was a plus. Minutes was the name? Been a couple of years considering that we fulfilled. There was likewise some person wallowing a red pyjama attire. He had a brief name too … something like Pet dog, or Rod, or Todd, or something.
And After That there was the kid. Said she was 14, and for all I understand she may have been overemphasizing. I can’t appropriately make certain. Had me thinking about how old Shara would be now, you understand? Makes it a little uncomfortable, raises bad memories, however I’m attempting to put that aside.
Side note: What kind of kid is out here in a trash town like Brymstone, searching Vaults, at that age?
Previously, I discussed it was an embarrassing day, however you would have taken pride in me. I believe I handled not to eliminate anyone today. Not for absence of attempting, however something appears to keep stopping me. If I didn’t understand much better, I ‘d state someone was tinkering me. We handled to discover an entire lot of those letters that Marcus fella had actually spoken about, I deactivated a grenade bomb, and even persuaded the regional police into getting us what we required. I did need to threaten a kid with a bullet, however. Wasn’t my finest minute. However I have actually discovered ya can’t rely on anyone ’round here on simply their word.
We even stopped at the Brymstone bar for some intel, however that dame running the location provided me a bad ambiance. You bear in mind that time we needed to diminish the Paxton siblings after they attempted to transport off with the barkeeps’ keg? Took us 2 days to discover where they ‘d holed up, intoxicated and lost consciousness. When we lastly got it all settled and whatever back where it required to be, that’s when that Vault Hunter appeared. Not even a kind “How do ya do?”, she simply strolled into the bar and began getting in the face of those Paxton siblings. Eyes of cold difficult steel. They were shaking like a pet dog after a river bath. I could not even hear what she inquired, however those fellas informed her whatever they understood. Most likely pissed themselves. Anyhow, what I was attempting to state is I saw a glare easily today. That very same appearance of cold violence in the eyes was on that dame Moxie. She may toss out the old “Hey there Sugar” to keep things cordial, however I do not intend on crossing her.
Unsure where I’ll compose from next, we’re expected to take some sort of transportation out of here. We need to locate this wand if I’m going to get paid in time.
Clock is ticking on what I owe.
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