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Sup, Tranquility.
Handsome Jack here. Just arrived, what, like a month ago? Yeah. So. I think we got to talk.
You know. Get everything real nice an out in the open. Not a huge fan about airing out dirty laundry, but it's best to put this out there now rather than have to explain myself later. There's two people out there that tried to murder me when I got here, and I figure they'll keep trying for as long as I'm here... You might be friends with my buddies- and I say this sarcastically-Lilith and Mordecai, and they might say some things about me. Why not hear it from the horse's mouth?
I got nothing to hide. It's story time, kiddos. Gather 'round.
You see, back where I hail from, I was tryin' to push the 'ol reset button on a planet whose society was running itself to the goddamn ground. I was rich, powerful, and I had some pull. So what did I do to a planet full of bandits, cannibals, and murderers that had every potential in the universe to become a utopia if it weren't for them?
The only thing that could be done. I got my hands dirty. I executed these disgusting parasites and worked on wiping out their cities. The good people of Hyperion, along with every other planet that looked at Pandora with the look someone would give a deranged serial killer foaming at the mouth, saw me as a hero. I was their hero. I did the job no one else wanted to take or was too afraid to take.
Of course I met with resistance. When you get a bunch of savage murderers together populating an entire planet, they don't like anyone coming in trying to civilize them. I pissed a lot of people off for the sake of the greater good. To be fair, I lost people I loved too... including my only daughter, who was just a child. She was murdered by these monsters.
At that point, I let things get personal. I tried to get revenge, and in the end- I failed. It was over. Lilith and her bastard Vault Hunter friends were pretty damn close to killing me... and that's when I got brought here.
After seeing past the fog of surviving, and ending up on this ship.... As most of you noticed, I was feeling optimistic. The burden of the planet... all those murders and acts of violence.. the things I felt regret over, well, were put behind me. The death of my daughter is still weighing heavy- I never got my revenge, after all. I was feeling alright, up until the moment I got ambushed and thrown into gunfight between these psychopaths from my past, and forced to fight for my life.
Who can blame them? Really. [He laughs]
Would I love to kill these guys? Oh ho ho you're goddamn right I would. They took everything from me. And yet... I'd be perfectly fine if any form of justice just fell on these mother humpers.
But if I'm expecting my past to be looked over, to be fair I need to look past theirs, don't I?
Ain't life a bitch. A large, ravenous, full-bodied bitch.
Needless to say--people who work for Security here, should probably keep a close eye on all of us. Yeah. Including me. I want to ride out this violent streak, however long it takes... Because I'm not going to lie... the first time they surprised me... but the next time I see those two child murderers, I can't guarantee I wont try to paint the walls with their blood. One, as I have learned from my mistakes back home, violent crimes solve nothing, and Two- While I'm just amazing at many things, I'm an awful painter.
See? This is how a civilized person handles things. Is that so hard?
Whoever says I'm not trying to turn over a new leaf can suck it.
Handsome Jack here. Just arrived, what, like a month ago? Yeah. So. I think we got to talk.
You know. Get everything real nice an out in the open. Not a huge fan about airing out dirty laundry, but it's best to put this out there now rather than have to explain myself later. There's two people out there that tried to murder me when I got here, and I figure they'll keep trying for as long as I'm here... You might be friends with my buddies- and I say this sarcastically-Lilith and Mordecai, and they might say some things about me. Why not hear it from the horse's mouth?
I got nothing to hide. It's story time, kiddos. Gather 'round.
You see, back where I hail from, I was tryin' to push the 'ol reset button on a planet whose society was running itself to the goddamn ground. I was rich, powerful, and I had some pull. So what did I do to a planet full of bandits, cannibals, and murderers that had every potential in the universe to become a utopia if it weren't for them?
The only thing that could be done. I got my hands dirty. I executed these disgusting parasites and worked on wiping out their cities. The good people of Hyperion, along with every other planet that looked at Pandora with the look someone would give a deranged serial killer foaming at the mouth, saw me as a hero. I was their hero. I did the job no one else wanted to take or was too afraid to take.
Of course I met with resistance. When you get a bunch of savage murderers together populating an entire planet, they don't like anyone coming in trying to civilize them. I pissed a lot of people off for the sake of the greater good. To be fair, I lost people I loved too... including my only daughter, who was just a child. She was murdered by these monsters.
At that point, I let things get personal. I tried to get revenge, and in the end- I failed. It was over. Lilith and her bastard Vault Hunter friends were pretty damn close to killing me... and that's when I got brought here.
After seeing past the fog of surviving, and ending up on this ship.... As most of you noticed, I was feeling optimistic. The burden of the planet... all those murders and acts of violence.. the things I felt regret over, well, were put behind me. The death of my daughter is still weighing heavy- I never got my revenge, after all. I was feeling alright, up until the moment I got ambushed and thrown into gunfight between these psychopaths from my past, and forced to fight for my life.
Who can blame them? Really. [He laughs]
Would I love to kill these guys? Oh ho ho you're goddamn right I would. They took everything from me. And yet... I'd be perfectly fine if any form of justice just fell on these mother humpers.
But if I'm expecting my past to be looked over, to be fair I need to look past theirs, don't I?
Ain't life a bitch. A large, ravenous, full-bodied bitch.
Needless to say--people who work for Security here, should probably keep a close eye on all of us. Yeah. Including me. I want to ride out this violent streak, however long it takes... Because I'm not going to lie... the first time they surprised me... but the next time I see those two child murderers, I can't guarantee I wont try to paint the walls with their blood. One, as I have learned from my mistakes back home, violent crimes solve nothing, and Two- While I'm just amazing at many things, I'm an awful painter.
See? This is how a civilized person handles things. Is that so hard?
Whoever says I'm not trying to turn over a new leaf can suck it.