[She takes a seat on the bed, folding her hands on her knees and taking a deep breath.]
The place I come from is a planet that if it was not hostile, desolate, and unforgiving would be under the thumb of a corporation long before now. Its people are much the same, a collection of mercenaries, convicts, company employees, and fortune hunters--I could tell you that the place is a planet of bandits and I wouldn't be lying. People die in fights with each other and the planet herself more times a day than you could count--supplies are treasured, a gun is as common as a coat to have by you, the focus is survival. So, if you don't fight, you die. That simple.
You might write it off as a wasteland that only a fool would live on. Yet Pandora is home. A wretched home, but one nonetheless.
[She would know. She spent those years connected to her heart, eyes everywhere, fighting to keep her alive.]
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[She takes a seat on the bed, folding her hands on her knees and taking a deep breath.]
The place I come from is a planet that if it was not hostile, desolate, and unforgiving would be under the thumb of a corporation long before now. Its people are much the same, a collection of mercenaries, convicts, company employees, and fortune hunters--I could tell you that the place is a planet of bandits and I wouldn't be lying. People die in fights with each other and the planet herself more times a day than you could count--supplies are treasured, a gun is as common as a coat to have by you, the focus is survival. So, if you don't fight, you die. That simple.
You might write it off as a wasteland that only a fool would live on. Yet Pandora is home. A wretched home, but one nonetheless.
[She would know. She spent those years connected to her heart, eyes everywhere, fighting to keep her alive.]