//------------------------------// // Chap 5: Awesome! // Story: My Little Weapon: Firepower is Magic // by Captain Princess //------------------------------// Robots are awesome. Robots that talk are even more awesome. Guns that shoot really fast are awesome. Thus, the delighted Gaige, dubbed the 'Mechromancer', was thinking of just how awesome her new gun was, due to the fact that it was also a robot that talked. Deathtrap never talked. The gun had taken a minute to come to terms with it's existence, but Gaige was good at that. She'd been practicing for the moment Deathtrap became self aware, which was coming soon, she was sure of it. The gun had surprised her though. It came with it's own memories of being a pony called Rainbow Dash, and it took Gaige a few minutes to convince it of the concept of memory implantation and artificial intelligence. But she didn't go too far into detail, because this gun had an awesome personality that she wanted to keep. To this effect, Gaige agreed that the gun could keep it's name, Rainbow Dash. "But...killing people? I'm not so sure..." mumbled Rainbow, after Gaige loaded a clip. "Hey, c'mon. This is what you were made for! And if someone as awesome as you was made for it, with someone as awesome as me firing, it CAN'T be a bad thing! That's just too much awesome!" reasoned Gaige. "Y-..Yeah! Yeah let's do it!" replied the gun. It was a Bandit-brand, sky-blue SMG with an iridescence that reflected more colours. Gaige thought that the name it, or she, wanted to keep was quite appropriate, since it seemed as if the paint could reflect every colour of the rainbow. And it was fast. It fired incredibly fast, spraying lethal fire at a staggering frequency. A simple GUN-Loader target at Marcus' range was completely dissolved after just one magazine, though reloading did take some fiddling. Typical of the Bandit brand. The faint smell of skittles that wafted from the smoking barrel however, was less so. Stocking up on ammo, Gaige and her new favourite gun, Rainbow Dash, set off from Sanctuary to score some cash. That, and she wanted to give Dash a field demonstration of Deathtrap, thinking that the two A.Is might get along, despite Deathtrap having no real personality of it's own. Gaige had adopted the 'animals are people too' attitude with it. Or him, as she'd say. "I see him, I see him" reported Dash, as she adjusted to the use of her near-superfluous scope. Gaige was working the Anarchy tree, and so fine aim was a thing of myth, but it was still useful for pre-slaughter recon. "Think we can take him?" asked Gaige, keeping herself quiet. "I think we can ri-riddle him fulla-a-a holes." stuttered Dashgun. "You alright? You sounded a little glitchy there." "I-I did? I mean I fe-eel alright...if these are e-eeeeeven feelings." "Hm. Might've got some dust on or near your central circuitboard somewhere. I hope you can still shoot just fine 'cause I don't have anything to fix it with here and now." "Le-Let's just d-do it!" And so they did. A small camp set-up of Bloodshots, looking to advance their territory, right in the middle of Bullymong territory. They were doing well enough keeping a perimeter, but their keen eyes and sharp reflexes weren't enough to alert a bunch of cocky bandits of the quiet approach of a young girl and her brightly coloured toy gun. Her toy gun which had the firepower to quickly flay the flesh from the entourage of psychos that first noticed, and dealt with the rest of the bandits in the same clip. All that remained was the larger-than-life Badass Psycho who had, up until that moment, been kept on a chain. Having been freed by Gaige and RainbowGun peppering his torturer keeper full of more holes than he could keep track of, the badass decided he would approach the liquid hellfire demon and ask for it's phone number. The act of doing so involved a lot of violence, and this made perfect sense because hellfire demons understood nothing BUT violence. It was their language. What wasn't their language, nor that of the badass, was a wall of bullets. Rainbow Dash had managed to fire so very rapidly that the bullets would knock against eachother mid-flight and form a small solid panel of travelling ammunition. The result of this event was ofcourse that the poor bastard who was faced with this wall found himself with a decently sized square hole where his ribcage used to be. The rubbery tubing that was his vascular system desperately attempted to plug the leak using excess volumes of blood, but it was to no avail, as the leak was far too large, and the blood simply dribbled out of his vacant chest cavity. It took his legs no longer than four seconds to realize that he was encountering a system-wide shutdown, and he promptly died, hitting the ground like a sack of raw porkchops. Despite the pep-talk and the revelation of her existence, Rainbow Dash found herself disturbed by the events that just occurred. The act of murder, justified or no, left a sour taste in her mouth, despite the fact that she lacked such an orifice at this time. But she put it aside, and attributed it to the lingering effects of her memory programming, whatever that meant, and buried it so as to join in Gaige's revelry. She didn't want to poop the party afterall, and Gaige was certainly celebrating, pointing at the corpse's square entry-and-exit wound, and clearly found the whole deal very amusing. She even let Deathtrap loose, and pointed out the damage to him, thrusting Rainbow Dash in his 'face', showing her off to him. He didn't seem to care very much. Even on the trek back to Sanctuary, with enough cash for Gaige to get herself a large and delicious meal, Deathtrap gave no signs of giving any kind of shits. He simply followed, and obeyed instructions, which were rarely anything more complex than "sick 'em!", which he understood perfectly well as meaning "Kill Everyone". Rainbow mused on the idea of reaching out to Deathtrap, and of achieving some sort of interface with him. She felt dissatisfied with the way Deathtrap was behaving, as though he had no mind with which to think. He was basically an egghead, like Twili- "WAIT!" she called from Gaige's back. "Huh?" "WAIT! Wait a second. We need to find something out. I uh...th-this is important. It's a-a-about those memory programs you told me about." "What about 'em? I mean we could just go see scoot-" "Squirt!?" "What? No, Scooter. Look, I already went through this with you. You were probably going to be used in some kinda-" "-A.I test that Hyperion does for the sake of evil science, I know. But I wanna find something out, about Twilight and the others." "They're not gonna be real." "Yeah, I guess." It pained Rainbow Dash, her feelings of loyalty smashing against the wall of reality. The impotence felt like some kind of fuzzy, static-y mess. "Woah, someone doesn't know how to broadcast properly" said Gaige, checking her U.I "He-....ou hear me chic-......this gun man, it-.....freaky accen-...." was the garbled mess that came through. "Yo! Salvy is that you? Dude, you gotta get to a better transmission place!" she bellowed into the radio. "...oohhh-.....ou smart gir-...." A minute passed, as Gaige patiently tapped her foot, waiting. A new transmission came through, and Rainbow Dash found herself surprised to be staring at a large and heavily punished face, with the messiest, matted beard that she had ever seen. "H-hello?" she cautiously offered to it. "Whaaat? Yo who's that chica?" "Woah, you can receive transmissions? Dude that's awesome! Yo Salvy, this is my gun, Rainbow Dash! The put this A.I core into a gun man! Fake memories and everything!" "Wohohoaaah girl, that's awesome! Yo check it out, I got one too man!" "Woah what?" "Yeah esé, this shotgun here. Talks funny with a cool accent I never heard before! Yo, say somethin'!" "Uh...hi y'all." "APPLEJACK!?" "RAINBOW!?"