Borderlands: Conquest

Alexander stood in the command centre of Helios, his imposing figure a stark contrast to the chaos that had reigned just hours before. The ebony power armour he wore, emblazoned with the Iron Legion's symbol, gleamed under the harsh lights. His face, as always, was obscured, but the intensity of his presence filled the room.

As Jack, Roland, Lilith, and Moxxi were led into the room by his Iron Legion soldiers, Alexander turned to face them. His pitch-black eyes, visible through the slits in his helmet, seemed to pierce through the group.

"Welcome back to reality," Alexander said, his voice carrying a weight of authority that seemed at odds with his youthful appearance. "I trust your... journey... was illuminating."

Jack, still disoriented from the effects of the hallucinogenic gas, stumbled forward. "You... you're supposed to be dead!"

Having travelled through Hyperion's corridors Alexander had opened the vents from the contaminated areas into the general vent systems, meaning those who weren't equipped with their own filtering systems were affected.

Alexander's response was calm, almost scholarly in its delivery. "Death, Jack, is a concept I've long since transcended. But let's not dwell on philosophical matters. We have more pressing issues to discuss."

He gestured to the large viewport, where Pandora loomed large. "Behold, the future of this system. A future that I will shape, with or without your cooperation."

Lilith, her Siren tattoos still flickering weakly, spat out, "You're just another tyrant. No better than Jack or anyone else who's tried to control Pandora."

A low chuckle emanated from Alexander's helmet. "Your perspective is limited, Lilith. I'm not interested in control for its own sake. I seek to bring order to chaos, progress to stagnation."

He began to pace, his movements fluid despite the heavy armour. "The Iron Legion is expanding across Pandora as we speak. My generals - Xion, Jeremiah, and Isaac - are ensuring that our influence grows. Hyperion may still have a presence, but their days are numbered."

Jack, his usual bravado returning, laughed bitterly. "You think you can just take over? Hyperion has resources you can't even imagine!"

Alexander stopped, turning to face Jack directly. His voice, when he spoke, was tinged with a forceful edge. "Resources built on exploitation and short-sightedness. Your corporation is a testament to human greed and folly. The Iron Legion represents a new paradigm."

Moxxi, always looking for an angle, stepped forward. "Sugar, surely we can come to some sort of arrangement. There's room enough on Pandora for all of us."

Alexander's response was blunt, cutting through Moxxi's charm. "Your attempts at manipulation are transparent, Moxxi. There will be no 'arrangement.' You will either adapt to the new order or be left behind."

He turned back to the viewport, his posture radiating confidence. "The hallucinogenic gas you experienced was just the beginning. It showed me the depths of your fears, your weaknesses. Knowledge I will use to reshape this system."

As he spoke, the air around Alexander seemed to shimmer, a manifestation of his energy manipulation abilities. "You see me as a warlord, a tyrant. But I am a scholar first, a leader second. My methods may seem ruthless, but they are always in service of a greater goal."

Roland, ever the voice of resistance, spoke up. "And who decides what that greater goal is? You?"

Alexander turned, his black eyes seeming to bore into Roland's soul. "Yes. I have seen the corruption, the waste, the pointless violence that plagues this system. I alone have the vision and the power to set things right."

As if to emphasize his point, Alexander raised a hand. The group watched in horror as energy seemed to flow from the air itself into him, a demonstration of his life force absorption ability.

"This is but a fraction of what I'm capable of," Alexander stated, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "The power of the Vaults, the secrets of the Eridians - they are all within my grasp."

He stepped closer to the group, his presence overwhelming. "You now face a choice. Join me in building a new future for Pandora and beyond, or stand aside and watch as I reshape reality itself."

The command centre fell silent as the weight of Alexander's words sank in. Jack, Roland, Lilith, and Moxxi exchanged glances, the gravity of their situation finally becoming clear. The battle for Helios, for Pandora, for the very future of the system, had taken a turn none of them could have predicted.

And as Alexander waited for their response, his armour gleaming and his power palpable, they couldn't help but wonder: had they finally met their match? Was this the end of their journey, or the beginning of something far more terrifying?

The tension in the command centre was palpable as Roland, his face set in grim determination, stepped forward. His voice was steady despite the fear evident in his voice.

"I've seen tyrants come and go, Alexander. I've fought against oppression my entire life. If you think I'll just roll over and accept your 'new order,' you're sorely mistaken."

Alexander's black eyes seemed to darken further if that were possible. When he spoke, his voice was calm, almost regretful. "I expected more wisdom from you, Roland. A shame."

Before anyone could react, Alexander's hand shot out, faster than the eye could follow. Energy crackled around his fingers as he gripped Roland's throat. The soldier's eyes widened in shock and pain.

"No!" Lilith screamed, her tattoos flaring to life as she lunged forward.

But it was too late. With a sickening crunch, Alexander tightened his grip. Roland's body went limp, his eyes glazing over as the life drained from him.

Alexander released his hold, and Roland's body crumpled to the floor. The room fell into stunned silence, broken only by Lilith's anguished cry.

"You bastard!" she roared, her body erupting in flames as she channeled her Siren powers.

Alexander turned to face her, his posture relaxed despite the inferno raging before him. "Ah, Lilith. So much power, so little control."

As Lilith unleashed a torrent of fire, Alexander simply raised a hand. The flames seemed to bend around him, drawn into his palm like water down a drain. Lilith's eyes widened in disbelief as she felt her powers being siphoned away.

"What... what are you doing to me?" she gasped, her flames flickering and dying.

Alexander's voice was almost gentle as he responded. "Fulfilling your potential, my dear. Your powers were wasted on you."

Lilith fell to her knees, her body wracked with pain as Alexander absorbed her abilities. The air around him shimmered with heat, his armour taking on a reddish glow.

"Fascinating," he mused, examining his hand as flames danced across his fingers. "The power of a Siren is truly remarkable."

Jack and Moxxi watched in horror as Lilith drained and defeated, collapsed next to Roland's body. The reality of their situation crashed down upon them like a physical weight.

Alexander turned his attention to the remaining two, his newly acquired pyrokinetic abilities casting eerie shadows across his armour.

"And then there were two," he said, his voice tinged with dark amusement. "What shall I do with you, I wonder?"

Moxxi, her usual confidence shaken but not entirely broken, stepped forward. "Sugar, let's not be hasty. I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement."

Alexander tilted his head, considering her words. "Ah, Moxxi. Always the survivor, aren't you? Tell me, what could you possibly offer that I don't already have?"

Moxxi's mind raced, searching for any leverage she might have. "Information," she blurted out. "I know things about Pandora, about the people there. Things that could be useful to you."

Alexander was silent for a moment, his black eyes unreadable behind his helmet. Finally, he spoke. "Perhaps. But what guarantee do I have of your loyalty?"

Moxxi swallowed hard, knowing she was walking a dangerous line. "My son, Scooter. He's... he's important to me."

Alexander's laugh was cold and humourless. "Ah, yes. The mechanic. I must admit, I have a certain respect for his skills. It would be a shame if he were to learn that his mother was a potential threat to the new order."

Moxxi's face paled. "No, please. He doesn't need to know about any of this. I'll... I'll do whatever you want."

Alexander nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Very well. Your expertise may indeed prove useful. But remember, Moxxi, one step out of line, and your son will learn just how treacherous his mother can be."

Moxxi nodded, relief and shame warring on her face as she stepped back.

Alexander then turned his attention to Jack, who had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the exchange. "And what of you, 'Handsome' Jack? No quips? No grand speeches?"

Jack looked up, his mismatched eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance. "What's the point?" he spat. "You've won. Just kill me and get it over with."

Alexander stepped closer, his imposing figure looming over Jack. "Death would be too easy, too quick."

"No, I have something far more fitting in mind for you."

Jack's eyes widened as Alexander reached out, his hand glowing with an otherworldly energy. "What... what are you doing?"

"Ensuring that 'Jack' dies today," Alexander replied, his voice cold and clinical. "But John... John will live on. A shadow of his former self, perhaps, but alive nonetheless."

As Alexander's hand touched Jack's forehead, Jack let out an agonized scream. Images flashed through his mind - memories of Angel, of his rise to power, of all the atrocities he had committed in the name of progress. And then, slowly, those memories began to fade, becoming hazy and indistinct.

When Alexander finally stepped back, Jack slumped to the ground, his eyes unfocused and confused. "Where... where am I?" he mumbled, his voice lacking its usual bravado.

Alexander turned to address the room, his voice filled with authority. "ack is dead. The man before you is John, a simple Hyperion employee. He will be monitored, of course, but he poses no threat to our plans."

Moxxi watched in horror as Jack - now John - looked around the room with childlike confusion. "What have you done to him?" she whispered.

"I've given him a second chance," Alexander replied. "More than he deserves, perhaps, but I am not without mercy. And who knows? Perhaps this version of Jack will prove more... cooperative."

Alexander strode to the centre of the command centre, his armour gleaming in the light of Elpis. "Let this be a lesson to all who would oppose the Iron Legion. The old order is dying. A new age is dawning on Pandora and beyond."

He gestured to the viewport, where the scarred surface of Pandora loomed large. "Out there, my generals are already spreading our influence. Xion, is healing from his injuries but is no less effective. Jeremiah is motivated by the safety of his family. And Isaac, on Promethea, expanding our reach beyond this system."

Alexander turned back to Moxxi and the confused John. "You are witnesses to the birth of a new era. Spread the word. The Iron Legion is rising, and all will bow before its might."

As if to emphasize his point, Alexander raised his hand, now wreathed in Lilith's stolen flames. The fire cast dancing shadows across the room, highlighting the bodies of Roland and Lilith, the confused form of John, and the defeated posture of Moxxi.

"The age of chaos is over," Alexander declared, his voice echoing through the command centre. "The age of order has begun. And I, Alexander, will be its architect."

Having finished his monologue and announcement he moved past the command centre and walked through the stark, metallic corridors of Helios, arriving at the detention block. He passed several cells until he came to one where the remaining Vault Hunters were held. The sight of their disoriented faces brought a cold smile to his hidden features.

Inside the cell Wilhelm, Nisha, and Aurelia were coming to their senses. The effects of the hallucinogenic gas had left them confused and vulnerable. As Alexander entered, their eyes focused on him with a mixture of fear and defiance.

"Welcome to the new reality," Alexander began, his voice steady and commanding. "The Iron Legion has taken control. Your attempts to resist were futile."

Nisha, always the most aggressive, stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fury. "You think you can just waltz in here and take over? I'll show you what a mistake that is!"

She lunged at Alexander, her movements swift and deadly. But Alexander was faster. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a wave of energy that knocked Nisha back against the cell wall. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious and defeated.

The other Vault Hunters watched in stunned silence. Wilhelm, his cybernetic body struggling to process what had just happened, looked at Alexander with fear and anger. "What do you want from us?"

Alexander's gaze swept over them, his expression unreadable behind his helmet. "Your cooperation. The Iron Legion needs soldiers and scientists. Those who can adapt will find a place in the new order. Those who cannot will be... dealt with."

Aurelia, ever the pragmatist, stepped forward. "And what about payment? We're mercenaries, after all. We expect compensation."

Alexander nodded, acknowledging her point. "You will be paid handsomely for your services. Serve me well, and you will find the Iron Legion to be a generous employer."

Wilhelm, still wary but sensing an opportunity, asked, "And what about Jack? We were promised payment for helping him."

Alexander's gaze shifted to Wilhelm, his voice carrying a hint of disdain. "Jack is no longer a concern. His reign has ended. The Iron Legion now controls Hyperion's assets on Pandora and beyond. Your previous agreements are null and void."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "However, I am not without reason. Those who choose to align themselves with the Iron Legion will find their previous contracts honoured and improved upon. Your skills are valuable, and I intend to utilize them fully."

Aurelia spoke up. Her voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension in her words. "And what of those who choose not to join you? What becomes of us?"

Alexander turned to face her, his black eyes seeming to pierce through her defences. "A fair question. I've always admired your directness. Those who refuse to join will be given a choice: exile or imprisonment. I have no desire for needless bloodshed, but I will not tolerate resistance."

He began to pace the cell, his armoured footsteps echoing in the confined space. "You've all seen what I'm capable of. The power I wield is beyond anything you've encountered before. But I'm not interested in mere domination. I seek to bring order to the chaos that has plagued this system for far too long."

Alexander stopped, turning to address them all. "Think of the potential. With the resources of Hyperion at our disposal, combined with the military might of the Iron Legion, we could transform Pandora. No more bandits, no more corporate wars. A unified planet, working towards progress and stability."

Aurelia, ever the opportunist, raised an eyebrow. "And where do we fit into this grand vision of yours?"

Alexander's voice took on a more persuasive tone. "Each of you has unique skills that would be invaluable to our cause. Wilhelm, your understanding of cybernetics could revolutionize our soldier enhancement programs. Aurelia, your connections in the upper echelons of society could smooth our expansion into other systems."

He turned to the still-unconscious Nisha. "Even Nisha, once she comes around, could play a vital role in maintaining order in the more... unruly sectors of Pandora."

The Vault Hunters exchanged glances, the weight of the decision before them hanging heavy in the air. Alexander continued, his voice filled with conviction. "I'm offering you a chance to be part of something greater than yourselves. To leave a lasting mark on the galaxy. The question is, are you willing to seize this opportunity?"

Aurelia, her face a mask of careful consideration, spoke first. "And what guarantees do we have? How do we know you won't dispose of us once we've served your purpose?"

Alexander nodded, acknowledging the validity of her concern. "A fair point. I propose a probationary period. Six months of service, during which you'll be given positions of authority within the Legion. At the end of that time, if you're not satisfied with the arrangement, you'll be free to leave with full compensation."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "But I believe that once you see the progress we're making, the positive changes we're bringing to

Pandora and beyond, you'll want to stay. This is your chance to be on the right side of history."

Wilhelm, his cybernetic eye whirring as he processed the information, spoke up. "And what about upgrades? My systems need constant improvement."

Alexander turned to him, a note of enthusiasm in his voice. "Our research and development teams would be at your disposal. With

Hyperion's resources and our own advancements, we could push the boundaries of cybernetic enhancement beyond anything you've imagined."

Aurelia, her aristocratic bearing never faltering even in these circumstances, raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "And what of our... personal freedoms? I'm not accustomed to taking orders."

Alexander's response was measured. "You'll find that the Iron Legion values initiative and independent thought. Your roles would come with a significant degree of autonomy, provided your actions align with our overall goals."

He looked around at the group, his posture radiating confidence and authority. "The old ways are dying. Hyperion, Atlas, Dahl - they're all relics of a bygone era. The Iron Legion represents the future. A future of order, progress, and stability. You can be part of shaping that future, or you can be left behind."

Alexander extended his hand, the gesture both an offer and a challenge. "So, what say you? Will you join us in building a new era for Pandora and beyond?"

The cell fell silent as the Vault Hunters contemplated their options. The choice before them was clear: adapt to this new reality or face an uncertain and potentially dangerous future. As they weighed their decisions, Alexander stood patiently, his imposing figure a constant reminder of the power that now held sway over their fates.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the distant hum of Helios's systems and the occasional groan from the still-unconscious Nisha. The future of Pandora - and perhaps the entire galaxy - hung in the balance, waiting for their response.