[It's so tempting to do nothing and let Owen be obliterated by that machine, but she doesn't want to leave to someone else the satisfaction of murdering him. So instead, Nuwa fires.
You know what's something different from when she was firing earlier and taking lives left and right? She sure wasn't looking through the scope back then. Right now she is. No wonder this particular shot wasn't precise at all. Does it even hit the target, does it have bad consequences, does the 2 get a 0 added to its right by mod decree and the bullet bounces and kills Owen, who knows.
[ You COULD be the coward in the truck if yall tried and also weren't rolling 2s. Speaking of 2s, since you both rolled one of those each, this is what happens:
Nuwa focuses down her scope and prepares to fire -- and though she was doing so well earlier, maybe the scope just... isn't for her. The recoil of the gun ends up knocking the gun straight into her face, and while it's not enough to make anything bleed, it hits just harsh enough that Nuwa is probably going to end up leaving with a black eye and a pulled strain in her arm and shoulder that does not feel pleasant whatsoever [2].
Worse yet is the incendiary fire that envelops the steamroller portion of the truck in flames, upping the ante by a considerable amount as the driver cheers, Hogcrusher pedal being slammed directly at Owen. 'We'll see who's laughin' when all your organs are crushed -- AND burned!' they jeer, as they speed on towards him. His fired grenade doesn't make a pretty arc, and while it hits, it bounces in the most unfortunate way right back at Owen himself [2].
The good part? The first explosion veered the car's course off by just enough that it won't shred and flatten Owen in one go (damn we still need you for cyoa). It's still terrible though since Owen is going to get hit by the sides of the truck, getting flung off and into a wall at however many horsepower this behemoth carries [11]. He is most certainly not getting off scot-free, definitely some bone broken of your choice.
They manage to land without harm and wheel back another 180, in very much those vibes of 'this felt like it was going to be so bad but we lived bitch', and the riders (and audience!) are clearly loving the adrenaline rush. They will not hesitate to come back for another run!
[Nuwa never had a black eye ever before. She feels the recoil, pretty much throws the gun aside in frustration and...
...you know, I was planning to pick up the other gun and try again with that one. That's what I was going to do. But giving Nuwa another black eye and pulled strain on her other arm and shoulder and also throwing her other gun aside would make her look incredibly bad and I don't have the heart to do that to proud and intimidating Nuwa.
So instead let's try to recover her whip and fail at that, yup. It probably will be more troublesome than the other scenario because it means she can't get the one weapon she's 100% familiar and great with, but perhaps it'll be a tad less humiliating for her]
[Owen his very definitely broken a bone or worse before, let's go for his upper left arm.
Since they're trying to come back, Owen is going to try to climb his ass into that vehicle. At the very least, he'll cling onto the outside of it and hit them with the gun.]
Nuwa's whip is scattered somewhere on the ground, having been flung aside when the Hogcrusher ripped you and your earlier target apart. She can make a dive for it certainly, but may find herself in a predicament as the vehicle vrooms past her, forcing her back just to not get run over [3]. It is a little humiliating but I have no doubts she will get her rolls back on... soon...
Owen, on the other hand, makes a grab for the truck, and -- well, he succeeds decently actually at managing to get a hold of one of the protruding handles. It doesn't stop the truck from moving whatsoever though, and Owen may find himself getting dragged along across the harsh ground as the Hogcrusher makes its its circular rounds [9].
'Whoa there, we've got a freeloader!' cackles the rider, who clearly has no intentions of slowing down whatsoever, fully intending on running Owen ragged and red all for the sake of the name-appropriate bloodsport. It's not looking too hot for either of them, really.
...At least, until Owen hears the sounds of choking above him and a small shower of blood, the truck does suddenly skid to a halt. If either of them look, they'll see a completely new challenger has joined the field -- a bizarre-looking... person...? with a visor over their head, which flashes a holographic red 0 [20!]. Having appeared out of nowhere, the air around them distorting slightly, the source of the blood looks to be a sword they pierced straight into the driver. ]
Greetings, all scum bags. / I hear there is a Vault, here. / I'll be taking it.
[ The commotion in the audience dies down a bit as they take in the new person, and then an uptick in rumouring whispers. The announcer, his tone of voice suddenly having a stark turn for the worst, yells in a normal-volume voice away from the microphone. ]
S... SHIT! IT'S A REAL VAULT HUNTER! FUCKING RUN!
[ ...And with that, the arena bursts into chaos, with people -- both audience and fighters alike, actually -- taking a run for it in all directions. The audience seems to head to escaping through whatever audience-specific entryway they got, while the others in the field, just like you, decide to run for the open doors the Hogcrusher came through.
The assassin only cranes their head curiously, before getting into the truck themselves instead. He just shoves the dead body out of the driver's seat -- fortunately, the body does NOT fall on Owen on the way down [4]. ]
The arrival of someone who brings so much dread to everyone here obviously gets her guard up. These people are bloodthirsty spectators in matches to death, with no qualms at sending a bunch of people to their doom just for some entertainment. To have so much fear in them, in such a sincere manner...yeah, something's up. Better keep her guard up.
As she sees it, either this Vault Hunter will try to kill them, or he'll leave and abandon them to their luck. The second one probably will be what she'd prefer.
No time to pick up the whip. Nuwa makes sure to keep the Invitation, having discarded the other one. She doesn't approach the vehicle or the Vault Hunter -- she keeps her distance, ready to run towards the open doors if necessary]
[Owen did not let go of this thing, and well. He's always enjoyed screams of fear and anybody being upset. The stranger is... dressed so weirdly, who the hell is this dude? If he knew what a robot was, he'd probably call it that.
It's not the first time Owen's died here or at home, so he will continue climbing into the Hogcrusher.
He does pay attention to which way the people were running. Looks like his out is the way the vehicle came.
Not that he knows anything about driving this thing, even now that he's properly on it. Sure his arm is bleeding and broken, but these things happen. Also Cerberus is as stubborn as he is, so I guess they're both bleeding on the seats.]
[ The newcomer pauses a moment as most present attempt to flee. Even with their filtered voice, it's hard not to feel that disappointment. ]
They're running away. / Well, this is disappointing. / Now, where is that Vault?
[ They are, regardless, focused on the prize it seems. Though when Owen kinda just. Climbs into the car with him, they turn their head at the wizard. The holographic screen reads a large ?. ]
What are you doing? / I do not want your baggage.
[ ...They don't seem to mind, per se. But the earth rumbles some more, and he turns his head a little bit. ]
Don't cause me trouble.
[ Well, hold on tight then! Because someone is apparently not going to slam the gas on this Hogcrusher, you're along for the ride. Don't forget your dog Owen, and don't fall behind Nuwa, as the assassin drives the car right into the doorway at full throttle. Entering the coliseum walls, they'll see flickering lights and steel insides, maybe an H-shaped logo here or there. Alarmed yells of any sad dregs of people who were actually making a sorta-okay living as janitors diving out of the way abound. ]
Tell me what you know / the location of the Vault / or else I cut you.
[Thank goodness Nuwa is in great shape. If only she still could teleport...but no, she can't. Following by foot will have to do.
Listening to his questions...well, clearly he's the sort of person who doesn't hesitate to attack. Good, that's admirable enough. Nuwa looks at Owen on that vehicle, waiting to see what he'd say. Did you find out anything about this Vault other than what these people were shouting?]
[Even if they don't want him, there, Owen is here now, and holding onto some piece of the vehicle. Why can't they just use brooms like a reasonable wizard. They might be a West, they're dressed insanely enough.
Unfortunately, he does start smiling as people have to jump out of the way. Yes, it's good to watch people being terrorized when he is not part of that group.]
Dunno. They put us in here to die and "win a vault" whatever that means.
[ I'm sorry to inform you Owen that Zer0 is actually one of the most sane and reasonable of the Vault Hunters. There are others who are definitely more West than this one. Zer0 might be a Central-North. ]
So, you know nothing. / Feel free to get off the car / Your convenience. [ That's one way to say 'fuck you'. ] Or, that is, unless...? / If you help me find the thing / then I will help you.
[ Seem like a fair deal to you? Seems like a fair deal to him. He glances back towards Nuwa once, who's doing a good job of keeping up. You too, lady. ]
[Lowe is completely right, he really is one of the most reasonable ones, haha.
The glance in her direction doesn't go unnoticed. You know what, being civil probably is the right move here. Nuwa nods]
To our mutual benefit.
[Saying yes to that. Although she doesn't really expect Zer0 to help her, most likely backstabbing her later, hey, this is the only choice she sees right now. Saying no would leave her stranded wherever this is. At least aiding should give some time to analye everything and decide what's the best course of action]
[ Alright, we have reached an accord. So, Zer0 is just going to reach down a moment and grab Owen's collar by a four-fingered hand (not missing a finger, it is legitimately a four-fingered hand) and pull him up to the driver's seat. And then he drops this bombshell on him. ]
Can you drive a car? / No? Well, you better learn quick. / Get to it, chop chop.
[ Fortunately it seems like straight road, granted heading downwards for the time being so Owen doesn't need to do much... yet, but familiarise yourself quick. He'll leap down after unceremoniously plinking Owen down in that seat to also help Nuwa up, so now you can both scream in Driver's Responsibility. Or maybe you can just revel in the fact that you can just absolutely run everything over with a fucking armed-to-the-teeth steamroller, dealer's choice. ]
To the lowest floor. / A Vault Guardian will come. / I mean to kill it.
[A Vault Guardian is such a grandiose title, no less grandiose than 'Demon King' or the many self-proclaimed tyrants in Da'at. They're always no big deal, no reason to think this will be any different. Titles are always such a sign of weakness.
Nuwa grips Zer0 and gets up, accepting shared Driver's Responsibility. Move, Owen, you and Nuwa are sharing, yup.
........
Does this even have seatbelts? Perhaps that's only for trucks, she supposes. Well, whatever]
Full speed. Time is of the essence.
[Says the one who fully intends to bail if this looks like it'll crash against a wall. She probably would be able to pull that off without terrible injuries.
Truthfully, with the penchant for violence, the disregard for other people's lives and the drive to fulfill goals no matter what, she's halfway there to be a Vault Hunter. Perhaps we all should be glad she's not interested in being one, hah]
[ You're in a truckstop, who knows? Maybe your endgame trial will require you to drive a car, and you will fondly look back on this cyoa, and realise that maybe the friends you made along the way were the real trucks or something something something something.
Anyway this imagery of Nuwa on top steering and Owen down bottom pressing the gas pedal is mindbogglingly hilarious and extremely probably canon for Borderlands.
Zer0, beside them, is completely nonchalant as your truck runs down a poor passerby or two. The truck bumps violently, but he is busy looking at a map he's pulled up from a fancy wrist machiney thingamajig. ]
Oh, yes. I think so. / In five hundred meters, though / we turn at a bend.
[ He seems to be, like. Fine with this reckless driving, I guess. Meanwhile, they're going to hear and feel a violent rumble shake the entire thing, and some parts of the roof, steel, concrete, stone and all, start to cave in in small chunks at a time. They can kind of hear some muffled screaming and yelling from above, I guess. ]
[Nuwa holds on while passerbies suffer their unfortunate demises. Won't be long before they get to their destination, so perhaps asking right now will be good:]
I believe it's about time you explain how you intend to kill this...Vault Hunter -- and if this detestable man and my role is, to put it bluntly, to serve as fodder while you perform the deed.
[No hard feelings if they're cannon fodder, really. She doesn't intend to die, so she can't really be upset about such a futile role assignment if that's what's going on]
[If he dies like this, it's more fun than being exploded. It'll certainly still hurt the way every death hurts, but hey. These things happen. His soul's not really here anyway.
Owen has no response to being called detestable. That's true and more people should call him that.]
It's obvious, no? / It is a glorious fight. / Bloodshed, viscera.
[ Said so frankly, or so you think it might be, given it's hard to tell tone of voice with this one. He hadn't thought of them as fodder exactly, since Zer0 isn't really in the business of manipulating and necessarily sacrificing other people to get what he wants, unlike some other, more cruel bandits and hunters... but then again, if the dice shake out that way, it doesn't matter to him. He's in it for the challenge. ]
I don't need treasure. / Did you want the prize? That's fine. / Fighting is my love.
[ So it goes, apparently. Maybe this Vault, if it's indeed here, will give you something nice, like a brand new whip. Or a way out of here, wink wink. Anyway, here comes that bend. Zer0 points. ]
[Seems like a good time. Without a way to focus on her main, huge goal back in her world, Nuwa focuses a lot on the immediate goals. Now there's one here: destroy the Vault Guardian. Great, very great!
[ Excellent, indeed. He loves bloodthirsty, but classy people. He and you could get along great Nuwa, probably.
But here we go, the wheel is turned and they get a pretty sick 180, tires skidding and sparking fire across the ground as they make a bend. Frickin' awesome. Maybe slightly less awesome is the fact that there is a steel door in front of you and it is most definitely a bit too hard to brake hard enough to avoid it? You're already on full gas mode!!! anyway. Actually, it's fine, because what's going to happen is that you're going to plow through that steel door with your metric ton of iron teeth and hard heavy steamroller, tearing down those doors most violently. Brace yourselves and hope you have a good hold on the wheel, this is going to get turbulent.
When they arrive, though, they'll have come to a strange basement of sorts, extremely spacious -- and in the center, a kind of arc of some sort that looks like an upside down V, or an A without the bar. The structure, seemingly metal, stone, and something else, remains dormant for the time being.
The Hogcrusher is smoking and steaming, and it's probably a good idea to get out of it. Rest in peace, fucked up murder truck, you worked overtime this day. Zer0 will go ahead and hop out of the vehicle when they arrive where they're at.
Assuming Nuwa and Owen are feeling alright, you can do a short observation round or two, or try to recuperate after that very bumpy ride. ]
Bumpy, like the sea. / Storm, throwing me asunder. / You're a bad driver.
[ It's actually pretty good given nobody ***who matters died. ]
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You know what's something different from when she was firing earlier and taking lives left and right? She sure wasn't looking through the scope back then. Right now she is. No wonder this particular shot wasn't precise at all. Does it even hit the target, does it have bad consequences, does the 2 get a 0 added to its right by mod decree and the bullet bounces and kills Owen, who knows.
Well, Lowe knows]
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That's some big talk from some cowards in a truck.
[He would like to be the coward in the truck.
Anyway, he does shoot them again.]
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Nuwa focuses down her scope and prepares to fire -- and though she was doing so well earlier, maybe the scope just... isn't for her. The recoil of the gun ends up knocking the gun straight into her face, and while it's not enough to make anything bleed, it hits just harsh enough that Nuwa is probably going to end up leaving with a black eye and a pulled strain in her arm and shoulder that does not feel pleasant whatsoever [2].
Worse yet is the incendiary fire that envelops the steamroller portion of the truck in flames, upping the ante by a considerable amount as the driver cheers, Hogcrusher pedal being slammed directly at Owen. 'We'll see who's laughin' when all your organs are crushed -- AND burned!' they jeer, as they speed on towards him. His fired grenade doesn't make a pretty arc, and while it hits, it bounces in the most unfortunate way right back at Owen himself [2].
The good part? The first explosion veered the car's course off by just enough that it won't shred and flatten Owen in one go (damn we still need you for cyoa). It's still terrible though since Owen is going to get hit by the sides of the truck, getting flung off and into a wall at however many horsepower this behemoth carries [11]. He is most certainly not getting off scot-free, definitely some bone broken of your choice.
They manage to land without harm and wheel back another 180, in very much those vibes of 'this felt like it was going to be so bad but we lived bitch', and the riders (and audience!) are clearly loving the adrenaline rush. They will not hesitate to come back for another run!
The earth rumbles... ]
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...you know, I was planning to pick up the other gun and try again with that one. That's what I was going to do. But giving Nuwa another black eye and pulled strain on her other arm and shoulder and also throwing her other gun aside would make her look incredibly bad and I don't have the heart to do that to proud and intimidating Nuwa.
So instead let's try to recover her whip and fail at that, yup. It probably will be more troublesome than the other scenario because it means she can't get the one weapon she's 100% familiar and great with, but perhaps it'll be a tad less humiliating for her]
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Since they're trying to come back, Owen is going to try to climb his ass into that vehicle. At the very least, he'll cling onto the outside of it and hit them with the gun.]
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Nuwa's whip is scattered somewhere on the ground, having been flung aside when the Hogcrusher ripped you and your earlier target apart. She can make a dive for it certainly, but may find herself in a predicament as the vehicle vrooms past her, forcing her back just to not get run over [3]. It is a little humiliating but I have no doubts she will get her rolls back on... soon...
Owen, on the other hand, makes a grab for the truck, and -- well, he succeeds decently actually at managing to get a hold of one of the protruding handles. It doesn't stop the truck from moving whatsoever though, and Owen may find himself getting dragged along across the harsh ground as the Hogcrusher makes its its circular rounds [9].
'Whoa there, we've got a freeloader!' cackles the rider, who clearly has no intentions of slowing down whatsoever, fully intending on running Owen ragged and red all for the sake of the name-appropriate bloodsport. It's not looking too hot for either of them, really.
...At least, until Owen hears the sounds of choking above him and a small shower of blood, the truck does suddenly skid to a halt. If either of them look, they'll see a completely new challenger has joined the field -- a bizarre-looking... person...? with a visor over their head, which flashes a holographic red 0 [20!]. Having appeared out of nowhere, the air around them distorting slightly, the source of the blood looks to be a sword they pierced straight into the driver. ]
Greetings, all scum bags. / I hear there is a Vault, here. / I'll be taking it.
[ The commotion in the audience dies down a bit as they take in the new person, and then an uptick in rumouring whispers. The announcer, his tone of voice suddenly having a stark turn for the worst, yells in a normal-volume voice away from the microphone. ]
S... SHIT! IT'S A REAL VAULT HUNTER! FUCKING RUN!
[ ...And with that, the arena bursts into chaos, with people -- both audience and fighters alike, actually -- taking a run for it in all directions. The audience seems to head to escaping through whatever audience-specific entryway they got, while the others in the field, just like you, decide to run for the open doors the Hogcrusher came through.
The assassin only cranes their head curiously, before getting into the truck themselves instead. He just shoves the dead body out of the driver's seat -- fortunately, the body does NOT fall on Owen on the way down [4]. ]
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The arrival of someone who brings so much dread to everyone here obviously gets her guard up. These people are bloodthirsty spectators in matches to death, with no qualms at sending a bunch of people to their doom just for some entertainment. To have so much fear in them, in such a sincere manner...yeah, something's up. Better keep her guard up.
As she sees it, either this Vault Hunter will try to kill them, or he'll leave and abandon them to their luck. The second one probably will be what she'd prefer.
No time to pick up the whip. Nuwa makes sure to keep the Invitation, having discarded the other one. She doesn't approach the vehicle or the Vault Hunter -- she keeps her distance, ready to run towards the open doors if necessary]
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It's not the first time Owen's died here or at home, so he will continue climbing into the Hogcrusher.
He does pay attention to which way the people were running. Looks like his out is the way the vehicle came.
Not that he knows anything about driving this thing, even now that he's properly on it. Sure his arm is bleeding and broken, but these things happen. Also Cerberus is as stubborn as he is, so I guess they're both bleeding on the seats.]
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They're running away. / Well, this is disappointing. / Now, where is that Vault?
[ They are, regardless, focused on the prize it seems. Though when Owen kinda just. Climbs into the car with him, they turn their head at the wizard. The holographic screen reads a large ?. ]
What are you doing? / I do not want your baggage.
[ ...They don't seem to mind, per se. But the earth rumbles some more, and he turns his head a little bit. ]
Don't cause me trouble.
[ Well, hold on tight then! Because someone is apparently not going to slam the gas on this Hogcrusher, you're along for the ride. Don't forget your dog Owen, and don't fall behind Nuwa, as the assassin drives the car right into the doorway at full throttle. Entering the coliseum walls, they'll see flickering lights and steel insides, maybe an H-shaped logo here or there. Alarmed yells of any sad dregs of people who were actually making a sorta-okay living as janitors diving out of the way abound. ]
Tell me what you know / the location of the Vault / or else I cut you.
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Listening to his questions...well, clearly he's the sort of person who doesn't hesitate to attack. Good, that's admirable enough. Nuwa looks at Owen on that vehicle, waiting to see what he'd say. Did you find out anything about this Vault other than what these people were shouting?]
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Unfortunately, he does start smiling as people have to jump out of the way. Yes, it's good to watch people being terrorized when he is not part of that group.]
Dunno. They put us in here to die and "win a vault" whatever that means.
[He has learned nothing.]
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So, you know nothing. / Feel free to get off the car / Your convenience. [ That's one way to say 'fuck you'. ] Or, that is, unless...? / If you help me find the thing / then I will help you.
[ Seem like a fair deal to you? Seems like a fair deal to him. He glances back towards Nuwa once, who's doing a good job of keeping up. You too, lady. ]
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The glance in her direction doesn't go unnoticed. You know what, being civil probably is the right move here. Nuwa nods]
To our mutual benefit.
[Saying yes to that. Although she doesn't really expect Zer0 to help her, most likely backstabbing her later, hey, this is the only choice she sees right now. Saying no would leave her stranded wherever this is. At least aiding should give some time to analye everything and decide what's the best course of action]
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I'll help.
[For now, anyway.]
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Can you drive a car? / No? Well, you better learn quick. / Get to it, chop chop.
[ Fortunately it seems like straight road, granted heading downwards for the time being so Owen doesn't need to do much... yet, but familiarise yourself quick. He'll leap down after unceremoniously plinking Owen down in that seat to also help Nuwa up, so now you can both scream in Driver's Responsibility. Or maybe you can just revel in the fact that you can just absolutely run everything over with a fucking armed-to-the-teeth steamroller, dealer's choice. ]
To the lowest floor. / A Vault Guardian will come. / I mean to kill it.
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Nuwa grips Zer0 and gets up, accepting shared Driver's Responsibility. Move, Owen, you and Nuwa are sharing, yup.
........
Does this even have seatbelts? Perhaps that's only for trucks, she supposes. Well, whatever]
Full speed. Time is of the essence.
[Says the one who fully intends to bail if this looks like it'll crash against a wall. She probably would be able to pull that off without terrible injuries.
Truthfully, with the penchant for violence, the disregard for other people's lives and the drive to fulfill goals no matter what, she's halfway there to be a Vault Hunter. Perhaps we all should be glad she's not interested in being one, hah]
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He does, however, press down on the gas pedal and lets Nuwa handles the actual wheel of the thing.
Cerberus is still in the car and biting Owen's broken arm, but it's not the worst he's ever had! He's still alive!
I hope they get to run over everybody in their path.]
Straight down?
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Anyway this imagery of Nuwa on top steering and Owen down bottom pressing the gas pedal is mindbogglingly hilarious and extremely probably canon for Borderlands.
Zer0, beside them, is completely nonchalant as your truck runs down a poor passerby or two. The truck bumps violently, but he is busy looking at a map he's pulled up from a fancy wrist machiney thingamajig. ]
Oh, yes. I think so. / In five hundred meters, though / we turn at a bend.
[ He seems to be, like. Fine with this reckless driving, I guess. Meanwhile, they're going to hear and feel a violent rumble shake the entire thing, and some parts of the roof, steel, concrete, stone and all, start to cave in in small chunks at a time. They can kind of hear some muffled screaming and yelling from above, I guess. ]
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I believe it's about time you explain how you intend to kill this...Vault Hunter -- and if this detestable man and my role is, to put it bluntly, to serve as fodder while you perform the deed.
[No hard feelings if they're cannon fodder, really. She doesn't intend to die, so she can't really be upset about such a futile role assignment if that's what's going on]
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Owen has no response to being called detestable. That's true and more people should call him that.]
Are we running the Vault Hunter over?
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[ Said so frankly, or so you think it might be, given it's hard to tell tone of voice with this one. He hadn't thought of them as fodder exactly, since Zer0 isn't really in the business of manipulating and necessarily sacrificing other people to get what he wants, unlike some other, more cruel bandits and hunters... but then again, if the dice shake out that way, it doesn't matter to him. He's in it for the challenge. ]
I don't need treasure. / Did you want the prize? That's fine. / Fighting is my love.
[ So it goes, apparently. Maybe this Vault, if it's indeed here, will give you something nice, like a brand new whip. Or a way out of here, wink wink. Anyway, here comes that bend. Zer0 points. ]
Turn the wheel!
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[Seems like a good time. Without a way to focus on her main, huge goal back in her world, Nuwa focuses a lot on the immediate goals. Now there's one here: destroy the Vault Guardian. Great, very great!
Turning the wheel!]
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So they're doing a full speed turn into whatever bend they're going into.]
I'll enjoy the blood.
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But here we go, the wheel is turned and they get a pretty sick 180, tires skidding and sparking fire across the ground as they make a bend. Frickin' awesome. Maybe slightly less awesome is the fact that there is a steel door in front of you and it is most definitely a bit too hard to brake hard enough to avoid it? You're already on full gas mode!!! anyway. Actually, it's fine, because what's going to happen is that you're going to plow through that steel door with your metric ton of iron teeth and hard heavy steamroller, tearing down those doors most violently. Brace yourselves and hope you have a good hold on the wheel, this is going to get turbulent.
When they arrive, though, they'll have come to a strange basement of sorts, extremely spacious -- and in the center, a kind of arc of some sort that looks like an upside down V, or an A without the bar. The structure, seemingly metal, stone, and something else, remains dormant for the time being.
The Hogcrusher is smoking and steaming, and it's probably a good idea to get out of it. Rest in peace, fucked up murder truck, you worked overtime this day. Zer0 will go ahead and hop out of the vehicle when they arrive where they're at.
Assuming Nuwa and Owen are feeling alright, you can do a short observation round or two, or try to recuperate after that very bumpy ride. ]
Bumpy, like the sea. / Storm, throwing me asunder. / You're a bad driver.
[ It's actually pretty good given nobody ***who matters died. ]
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[...no, Nuwa, you are a bad driver. You don't know how to drive.
Nuwa hops off the vehicle as well, making sure her sniper rifle was still intact and in good shape. Seems like it'll still work]
I'm ready.
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