Maya accepted the insistently offered ECHO communicator reluctantly, turning it over in her hand before clipping it to her belt and slipping in the ear piece.  The heads up display was a little disorienting. Athenas hadn’t been in the Stone Age, but their tech hadn’t been nearly as… integrated. She’d certainly never seen such a crisp prosthetic in the Abbey. Of course, she hadn’t seen much of anything in the Abbey. She’d read about other worlds, but it was something else entirely to [i]see[/i] it.

“Ah,” Maya said simply, eying all the wreckage. If there had been a shuttle, it was indistinguishable from the rest of the rubble. At the girl—woman’s compliment, Maya frowned a little. She glanced to her arm, trying vainly to flare the tattoos to life. No dice. Maybe her injuries had thrown her off kilter? 

“Thanks?” Maya couldn’t help but sound a little wary; she’d seen the wanted posters in the spaceport when she’d first arrived on Pandora. Bullets and her phaselock had dealt with the idiots that had attempted to collect thus far. She disliked having access to neither of these. “Your… arm is interesting.” She paused for another beat. “I’m Maya.”

[i]Smooth.[/i]

“Now, come, come, friends! Let’s get you inside!”

Maya glanced to the redhead, shrugging a shoulder as if to say ‘well, we don’t have any other options’. She set off after Claptrap as it wheeled away surprisingly well, considering all the snow. The robot chattered away above the roar of the blizzard, its voice surprisingly irritating.

“Man, this is great! Now that I’ve met might Vault Hunters, I can finally join the resistance in Sanctuary, take vengeance against Jack for killing my product line, and repair my central processor so I can stop thinking out loud! I wonder what it’s like to have a belly button.” 

She had been about to ask the little robot about the resistance when a small feed popped up on the, weird as all hell, display. It was grainy, as if the video feed was corrupted, but the smooth feminine voice in her ear was crisp, as if she were only paces away.
“I’ll explain everything soon, but know this—you’re alive for a reason, and I…am here to help you.”

Maya’s eyes narrowed.  “I hate cryptic bullshit,” she muttered darkly, raising a hand to shield her face against snowflake ineffectually. She glanced to her companion, who looked as though she might crystallize at any moment. “Did you get that message too?”