Pandora didn't have any sentient life before we came to it. Just animals. It was colonized by the Atlas and Dahl Corporations.
But those animals - Pandora has exclusively predators, anything that isn't is so big, so heavy, they aren't prey - not really. So there was that, to start with. Teams would come in, and there are so many moments - of people ended up buried under the corpses of their friends as they were eaten alive on top of them. Of children torn to pieces in front of their parents. Things like that. It still goes like that. People had to go crazy, had to go mad, to deal with it.
[ There is an inhale, exhale, she has seen it, is the silence, more than anyone, she has seen it. She has had her mind filled with the screaming. On and on and on. ]
Then the mutations started. See, Eridium, it's the most valuable thing in the whole damn galaxy. But for humans, it has a nasty little side effect. You'd barely recognise who they were before to what they are now. Psychos, Goliaths, the Tinks. It'd be fine if you had decent safety equipment.
But Pandora was mostly colonized by convicts. People no one wanted it. People life had abandoned for one reason or another. So no one ever sprung for decent safety equipment. They were breathing in the dust, constantly. It seeped into their skin. It's drug-like. You want it, but it's bad for you - and given they were all desperately trying to survive the animals - it was something you hoped would make it better for a little while.
Then, - well, we call them Corporate Wars. One company going to all-out attack another's operations. So that started between Atlas and Dahl. So Dahl just - abandoned them. All of them. Not just convicts. Their workers, their dig teams, their mercenaries. Everyone. They just left them all. Half-mutated, traumatized, with all these animals trying to kill them.
They just... left them.
I probably don't need to explain how everything went, after that. Most people don't even consider them people. Pandora calls people, and then - they suffer, and they die. Or they survive, but some part of them, it bleeds into that sand and they never get it back.
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Pandora didn't have any sentient life before we came to it. Just animals. It was colonized by the Atlas and Dahl Corporations.
But those animals - Pandora has exclusively predators, anything that isn't is so big, so heavy, they aren't prey - not really. So there was that, to start with. Teams would come in, and there are so many moments - of people ended up buried under the corpses of their friends as they were eaten alive on top of them. Of children torn to pieces in front of their parents. Things like that. It still goes like that. People had to go crazy, had to go mad, to deal with it.
[ There is an inhale, exhale, she has seen it, is the silence, more than anyone, she has seen it. She has had her mind filled with the screaming. On and on and on. ]
Then the mutations started. See, Eridium, it's the most valuable thing in the whole damn galaxy. But for humans, it has a nasty little side effect. You'd barely recognise who they were before to what they are now. Psychos, Goliaths, the Tinks. It'd be fine if you had decent safety equipment.
But Pandora was mostly colonized by convicts. People no one wanted it. People life had abandoned for one reason or another. So no one ever sprung for decent safety equipment. They were breathing in the dust, constantly. It seeped into their skin. It's drug-like. You want it, but it's bad for you - and given they were all desperately trying to survive the animals - it was something you hoped would make it better for a little while.
Then, - well, we call them Corporate Wars. One company going to all-out attack another's operations. So that started between Atlas and Dahl. So Dahl just - abandoned them. All of them. Not just convicts. Their workers, their dig teams, their mercenaries. Everyone. They just left them all. Half-mutated, traumatized, with all these animals trying to kill them.
They just... left them.
I probably don't need to explain how everything went, after that. Most people don't even consider them people. Pandora calls people, and then - they suffer, and they die. Or they survive, but some part of them, it bleeds into that sand and they never get it back.