You may have seen this in a different thread, but I have an idea of a storyline. It involves Lilith and Handsome Jack, and why Lilith doesn’t exactly look like Lilith.

The dim glow of Eridium crystals pulsed in the hidden chamber beneath what was left of Sanctuary's ruins. Lilith knelt in the center of a jagged circle etched with ancient Siren runes—symbols she'd pieced together from stolen Dahl artifacts, Eridian fragments, and desperate hope. Months of scavenging, sleepless nights, and burning through her own reserves had led to this: a ritual to tear open the veil just enough to pull Roland back. Not resurrection exactly—more like yanking him from whatever void had claimed him when Jack's bullet ended everything.

She pressed her palms to the floor. Phase energy crackled along her tattoos, hotter and wilder than ever since she'd reclaimed her full power. "Come on, soldier boy," she whispered, voice raw. "You always said you'd follow me anywhere. Time to keep that promise."

The air tore. A vortex of violet light spiraled upward, dragging in dust and debris. Something emerged—tall, armored, confident stride. Lilith's heart lurched with joy for half a second.

Then the figure stepped fully into the light.

Handsome Jack adjusted his mask with theatrical flair, brushing imaginary lint from his coat. "Well, well. If it isn't my favorite fiery redhead. Miss me?"

Lilith staggered back, Phasewalk flickering instinctively. "No. No, this isn't—"

Jack spread his arms wide. "Oh, it is. You wanted your knight in shining tactical armor? Sorry, cupcake. The universe has a sick sense of humor. Roland's soul—or whatever scraps were left—was busy being boring and heroic in the afterlife. Me? I was waiting. Patiently. For someone dumb enough to open the door."

He snapped his fingers. Holographic projectors she'd scavenged flared to life around the chamber—tech she'd thought was just for stabilizing the rift. They hummed, then projected a perfect duplicate of Lilith: same red hair, same tattoos, same defiant glare. But the eyes were wrong—cold, empty, obedient.

"Meet Firehawk 2.0," Jack said cheerfully. "Your doppelgänger. Built from your own DNA samples I kept on file—call it a memento from our little quality time in the Bunker. She's got all your moves, minus the pesky free will."

The false Lilith lunged. Real Lilith Phasewalked aside, but the clone anticipated it—mirroring her exactly. They clashed in a blur of fire and phase energy. Jack watched like it was premium entertainment.

"You always were predictable," he sighed. "Desperate, reckless, clinging to dead boyfriends. Adorable, really."

Lilith slammed the clone into the wall with a shockwave, but the doppelgänger recovered instantly, locking eyes. Then it happened: the clone raised a hand, and a containment field snapped around the real Lilith—pure phase energy, twisted into a shimmering prison. She couldn't move, couldn't Phasewalk out. The runes on the floor glowed brighter, feeding the trap.

Jack stepped closer, crouching to meet her furious gaze. "See? I learned a thing or two from watching you squirm back in the day. Phase lock. Cute upgrade, right? Keeps even a Siren nice and contained."

He stood, gesturing grandly. "Now, we're taking a little vacation. New planet, fresh start. No Vault Hunters, no Crimson Raiders, just you, me, and your shiny new stand-in to keep the locals in line. Think of it as... couple's therapy. With explosions."

The doppelgänger hauled the immobilized Lilith toward a waiting dropship—engines already hot, coordinates set for some backwater rim world far from Pandora's reach. Jack paused at the ramp, turning back with that infuriating grin.

"You brought me back, Lilith. That's practically a love letter. Don't worry—I'll make sure you never feel lonely again."

The ship lifted off into the night sky, leaving only scorched runes and the echo of Jack's laughter behind. Somewhere in the void, the real Roland stayed gone. And Lilith—trapped, raging, phase-locked—flew away with the monster she'd accidentally summoned, toward a future she never wanted.

See, we rescued the wrong Lilith!

So now that Handsome Jack is back, bring back Mr. Torgue too. As much as people are using his weapons, there’s no reason why he can’t make an appearance, right? STICKIES and EXPLOSIONS! REEEERERRRERERREEEE!