[center][h3]Zer0[/h3]
[b]Level 2[/b] - (4/20) EXP
[b]Location:[/b] Ancient Gardens → Scrapyard
[b]Word Count: 399[/b][/center]
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Zer0 had remained fairly quiet since his fellow Vault Hunter to be friend had gotten the odd weapon. If these creatures gave up loot when killed, this place would be much more similar to Pandora than he had expected. This was mildly different though, for instead of dropping the weapon they had these things gave up...a weapon similar to their tactics, perhaps? It was hard to say, and it left Zer0 mildly excited.

From there they rejoined with the main group, and Zer0 found himself thinking back to the days when he and his allies had first found themselves in an unknown wasteland fighting new enemies. This really wasn't any different. Betrayed by an unknown entity, blown up by Jack. Awoken face first in the snow and piles of wreckage, awaking to find he'd nearly killed the creature that had released him. An unknown world full of new creatures to slaughter, an unknown —well, that part was the same at least.

He stayed by the Courier's side as he reported back in to the big lizard. Who promptly lost his hat, which apparently kept the little pink thing safe. Zer0 pulled up his rifle, only to watch as the offender was promptly reduced to paste, which made him giddy inside. He looked at the man with the sniper, which he had initially ignored for looking like a White. Now he reconsidered, wondering if he wouldn't be able to make a trade for the gun. That thing had the power that he found himself missing, and that shot reminded him greatly of the Skullsmasher. He'd need to pull this guy aside later. Maybe they could create a Dupe...

He kept Pace with the Courier fairly easily, casually taking potshots that increased in number as he realized that b0re was back to working. As the Courier worked with the robot, Zer0 stealthed, reappearing besides the man as he took cover. Poking his rifle over their cover he took aim, firing a bullet through several of the robots. These weren't even up to Hyperion standards, if he was being honest. And that was saying a lot about their quality.

[i]Bam, Bam, Bam[/i] he fired, ducking back down between bullet flurries.

The Courier thought that the little white things were fairly rodent-like and benign, which was the only reason Zer0 hadn't started blenderizing them yet. There was no challenge there.