Lost Echo #1:

"Sir, I believe a new potential candidate has appeared" A digitized, feminine voice spoke.

"Another one?...and did you say 'appeared'?" Another voice responded, this time a man, with hints of passive condescension and confusion in his tone.

"Yes, there are no former records of his existence-"

"Whoa! Hold up! What do you mean 'no records'? A guy doesn't just pop into existence, there must be some sort of data on the Echo-net"

"There is none, sir. No former occupations, no previous actions recorded or documented, no identification. This individual, technically, doesn't exist" The feminine voice responded to the man's confusion.

"So what? This guy's avoided civilization his entire life?"

"Unknown"

"Is he some sort of corporation super spy?"

"Unknown"

"Is he an alien?"

"Unknow-"

"Don't!" The man's gruff voice huffed out in irritation, interrupting the girl he was talking to, who seemed to be enjoying the use of the word 'unkown' "Alright, fine, I get the point...we got no info on him, so what makes you think he'd be a good candidate?"

"I've only been able to find him because I've found a video recently uploaded to the Echo-net..."

"Play it"

Begin video

The camera was shaky, loud crashes and thumps could be heard in the background...

Finally, the camera grew steady, and it's view was brought over a table, it looked like it was being used for cover, and what could be seen was that the location was at some sort of eating establishment, and that crowds of huge men were charging towards something.

One of said men was knocked across the room, and had hit the table the recorder was using for cover "Oh shit...!" A scared masculine voice muttered out, most likely the recorder. The camera shook for a few moments, before readjusting itself once again.

The camera then moved quickly, making a blur, towards the fight scene once again. This time there was a better, but not good, view of the one pummeling the man attacking his assailants. He wore a black jacket, with white stripes running down the sleeves, and wore some sort of out of date dark pants (Jeans).

A fist laid an uppercut to a buff man wearing a leather jacket, there was a strange, somewhat clunky, device strapped to the defender's left wrist, it was too far away to make out clearly.

A blonde muscular fellow was flipped over onto a table, shattering the glass cups that were on it into millions of shards. A hand grabbed a large piece of the broken glass, and threw it across the room, the camera followed it's direction...

"AHHHH!" An dark skinned male was wearing a sleeveless white shirt, his shoulder no had a glass shard imbedded into it.

Then came more crashing sounds, the camera the moved it's away to the commotion. A blurring spinning figure, and then foot to a face sent another (presumably) thug into a crowd of men, making all of them either tumble on the floor or desperately trying to grasp a higher ledge to keep themselves a stable stance on the floor.

Other men on the other side of the room grew scared, desperately trying to get away, they started running for an exit, making it hard for the camera to get a good shot at the defender.

The rest however, were most likely drunk, because they just kept charging at the guy who repeatedly kicked their asses.

"You saw what I did to the other guys, right!? What in the name of the fucking universe makes you think you have a better chance than them, after I threw you across the room three times?!" An irritated voice spoke "You do realize I can kill you all, right?" It wasn't a voice of condescension or confidence, it was matter of fact.

The camera tried to reaffirm itself once again in the chaos-*BANG!*

The sound of a gun went off, and the camera went all over the place, most of the shots were of the floor as the recorder ran for his life.

After a quick and sudden shift in the camera, the recorder was now behind the counter for cover...and with the eating establishment becoming more vacant by the second, a better view was gained of the defender twisting the hand of a thug holding a gun, with said thug's knees on the ground while clutching his wrist "AHHHH! STOP! STOP!"

The defender was young, younger than what his voice indicated he was, he couldn't be more than seventeen. Slim, but well built, he had dark thick brown hair, brushed over to the left, and while he wore a jacket and other clothes, it could be seen much more clearly that he had strange pieces of armor attached to his body, with his jacket open it could be seen that there was some sort of breastplate strapped to his torso, and the pieces of armor on top of his clothes covered his thighs, ankles, forearms and biceps. But it should also be noted that they seemed to be designed for his joints to be moved more freely.

A red, extremely modified, katana was strapped to his back. And the device on his wrist seen earlier was clearly seen as the defender twisted the shooter's wrist. His eyes spoke a different story than his age...they were a dark brown, narrowed, annoyed, and apathetic all at the same time.

Intimidating. His eyes told that he couldn't care less for everyone else's bullshit.

"Wherever I go, I'm surrounded by idiots" The camera caught the defender's words as he threw away the gun. The thug then tried to throw a punch, but it was quickly caught by the defender. The teenager then used his free hand to reach towards the gunner's collar bone, and soon after it was grasped, the gunner's body went limp.

The teenager's huge sigh could be heard easily, he turned around- "Oh my fucking- ARE YOU SERIOUSLY RECORDING THIS!?"

End Video

"...huh, what did he do towards the end there? That was pretty cool" The male voice sounded intrigued.

"I believe it was a nerve pinch, by pushing the nerve in his collarbone against the bone itself, the gunner fell unconscious, it can supposedly cause great pain" The digitalized voice answered readily.

"I'll have to look that up...anyway, where did this guy come from?"

"Unkn-"

"Stop it" He warned "I was 'alluding' for you to find out" A brief silence fell for a few moments "...get me as much information as possible, I want to know about my new Vault hunter candidate Angel" He ordered her, no room for objections or mistakes.

"Yes, Jack"

Captaindrake123: Been wanting to do something like this for a while, let's see how it goes. Please leave a review, and let me know your thoughts on this short introduction.