Sense and Sensibility and Stormtroopers (PvP)

[Handsome Jack]

“Well... fuck.” I grumble as I take in the scope of the uppermost tier of Coruscant. “How the hell am I ssupposssed to find Sseventeen in thiss shit?”

Building loom ominously skyward, framing a mass of people milling through the city. Probably shoulda asked those troopers at the gate where I could find my brother. But that article about him taking down some 'All Might' guy had got me a bit too excited and I rushed off without even figuring out how the hell I was even gonna find the guy. Fuck me sideways on Tuesday, sometimes I'm a fucking idiot.

Thinking back on the article, I remember it had said something about Seventeen working with the Empire as some kinda soldier or something. My reptilian eyes scan the crowds until I spot a white-clad trooper passing nearby. A few questions later (after I explain that I’m not gonna drink the dude and I’m working with Gero) I find out he’s recently returned to one of the barracks nearby. Huh. Seems like having a Pops that works for the government is more helpful than I’d thought. My questions answered, I push my way through the crowds towards my destination.

Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, the barracks have a nice, disciplined atmosphere. A few of the troopers give me a suspicious eye as I walk through, but most just continue cleaning their weapons, watching vids, playing games, and doing all the other things soldiers do with their leisure time. I hear a couple of snide remarks about being Gero’s bitch and my performance in Dante’s Abyss, but as much as it irks me, I let it slide. I have more important things to deal with than teaching a few Stormtroopers a lesson in manners. As I move towards the superior officers’ area of the barracks, a flash of red catches my attention. Oh look. It’s the bitch. Shoulda figured SHE’D be here. I’d love to settle the score with her, but then I see who she’s speaking to. Motherfucking Android Seventeen. Something passes between the two of them as I make my way over, but from this distance I’m not exactly sure what it could have been.

As I close the gap, Trixie spots me and immediately goes on the defensive as her knees bend to lower her center of gravity. Doesn't take much longer for Seventeen to follow suit. Dunno if he knows who I am or not, or if he's just reading the situation, but I keep my own form relaxed as I get close enough to talk to them. Guy looks like he's been through hell. Probably from that fight I’d read about. Can’t really complain, though. I'd have a bit of trouble trying to handle him at full-strength, but maybe I'll stand a chance if he's already tired.

“Hey Red,” I say, addressing Trixie with a grin. “Been awhile. How'ss thingss been?”

“The fuck you doing here, Cell?” she replies angily. Yeah. No love lost there.

“Oh, nothing much. Jusst came to ssee the hero of the hour.”

I shift my attention to Seventeen and continue, “Ssup, bro? I've been looking for you.”

“What? Why?” Seventeen asks quizzically. With a grin, I pull my trump card from my pack. It's nothing too assuming. A small, glimmering orb, roughly the size of a marble. As I toss it at the ground between the two of us and the Isolation Verse expands, I answer him.

“To become perfect.”

As per Alex’s request, the Star Piece was handed off to Trixie. Popping an Isoverse to make it a one on one between myself and Seventeen. He has been challenged.