Being born a Pandora was almost like being sentenced to death in most countries. Most countries train them hard and pound it into them that they must do this to save the world. Not in Australia. Being isolated from most other places, including Nova impacts, the Pandoras at Australian Genetics don't really do much but train and talk. It was, and still continues to be a very peaceful place. However, when the word of a Pandora being born to the two most powerful people in Australia, Bruce and Tony Mundy, the scene changed. The two men ran the international news press under the Chevalier control, and made a name for themselves by posting things that were negative towards the Chevalier and getting away with it. The surrogate mother was specially picked for her ability to have a Pandora baby girl, the first person to be tested positive to have Pandora babies. However, something that never made the news was the fact that the baby had died in the womb, and was never going to be born. The devastation was felt world wide, as everyone thought this would be world #1 Pandora material, but it was never meant to be. So the world had to rest for the twin. As a child, Sheila was docile, not having any friends at all. When she entered high school, she wasn't picked on or talked about. Everyone knew that if they angered her, they would die.

It was also the same reason she had no friends. Although she was beautiful woman, straight blue (Natural) hair that just touches her shoulders, 6 foot 2 and the biggest pair breasts in the southern hemisphere, all through out year 7 till year 12 she was all alone, with no one to talk to. She didn't mind, however, because she focused solely on her physical training, making sure her Pandora skills were up to scratch. When she was in year 10, her Volt Texture had started to work, and she gained her Volt Weapon. Two mini chainsaws. These things were absolute monsters, cutting through anything in their path. She had grown close to them by year 12 and even gave them names, Chuck and Nick. They became her best friends. It got to such an obsession that she was caught talking to them whilst doing study. She was able to causally use her Volt Texture because of her stigma compatibility. 100%. It was a number not seen in Australia, and almost every other country. She then joined Australian Genetics, and actually made friends. Though only two, her friends were the whole world to her, and she could not be happier when around them. Their names were Stephanie Dirk and Madison McVaun and the three of them had the time of their lives at Australian Genetics. It was in her second year that she met her Limiter.

The thought of being a slave to some girl made Josh uncomfortable, and a little angry. A white, blonde haired 5 foot 6 with a extremely short hair cut from Melbourne, Victoria. All of his life, he had been the top dog; the who called the shots. Now he was a limiter for Australian Genetics and soon for some stereotypical bogan Australian chick. His uniform blew in the wind as he stood at the gates of Australian Genetics, a pretty nice looking building for the surrounding desert plains. Situated in the middle of Western Australia, 500 metres out from Uluru, the facility trumped the giant rock. The architecture fitted the desert well, and seemed to accommodate everything as well. The map Josh was looking at made the whole place look small, but he knew from word of mouth that it was a 30 minute walk from one side to the other, in both directions. A small crowd had already amassed nearby, even though Josh was an hour early, and they were all, from Josh could tell, Pandoras. He shoved his hands into his pockets and made his way to the main lecture hall where a speech welcoming the new students, Pandora and limiter alike, to the school. He plugged his headphone jack into his phone and put on his favourite song. He started the 10 minute walk to the lecture hall, when he was knocked to the ground. His hands had sprung out in front of him, making sure he didn't get even more hurt from the fall, but when he look at them they were cut and bleeding. He sighed and turned around where a girl wielding two mini chainsaws was standing with her back to Josh. She seemed to also be bloody, but Josh could tell that her wounds and his were caused by two completely different things. He grabbed his bag and walked away, as he had no intention to get involved with Pandoras quite yet. He continued to walk around, his music blaring in his ears, and saw everything Australia Genetics had to offer.

She was not going to be beat. Nick and Chuck were not the type to give in, and neither was Shelia. Pouncing forwards, Shelia managed to land a hit on her opponent, third year transfer Mi Juyona. Recently transferred from East Genetics, she was #2 of the top people there. Here, in Australia, she didn't seem to be all too good. Shelia had a way of knowing that the Japanese were full of crap when they held #1 Genetics in the world for 6 months straight. Attacking again, Shelia landed a deeper cut, this time causing Mi to stop. She held her hand up, signalling for Shelia to stop. She did, and helped Mi to her feet. Both of them sweating and bleeding they walked back to their locker room and had a shower. Afterwards, Shelia said goodbye to Mi, suggesting another match. Walking towards the main lecture hall, Shelia spotted a new comer limiter. He was here really early. She then spotted third year Tyrone Jacobs passing by. The new kid, with his army cut blonde hair and tattoo of a what seemed like devil horns on his neck, didn't pay much mind to Tyrone, but Tyrone did notice him. He walked to him, and pushed him to the ground. Normally, someone would do something, but everyone learned Tyrone was a mean kid. Not even Pandoras stood up to him. Not even Shelia. He would walk over everyone: Teachers, limiters, Pandoras, even military personal. He had made Australian Genetics into his own personal playground.

- Hey, I haven't seen you around here. You new or something?
- I guess you could say that. Names Josh, what's yours mate?
- Wait, you don't know me? I guess I have to change that right now.
- What ya mean?

The guy who had pushed him to the ground smacked him across the face with the back of his hand, as if he was demanding respect. Josh turned his head back towards the man when his fist this time crashed into the same cheek. On his hands and knees, Josh couched up the blood from his mouth. A slit lip and bruised jaw, all within the first 15 minutes of arriving here. Josh was used to getting talked down too. He was always the rebel in school, not doing anything anyone said. He had been sent away to a old fashioned military camp to build his character and respect. It was a very brutal and harsh experience and one Josh would never forget. He was a changed man. People started to respect him and he made friends. However, he had always guessed he wasn't completely changed, as he still thought of horrible things his old self would say but his new self would only imagine. He stood up, dropped his luggage to the ground and stood in front of the stranger. He had heard of this guy from his friend at Australian Genetics. This guys name was Tyrone Jacobs, and he wasn't meant to stand up to him or talk back. He was meant to be obedient and respectful, but Josh was reserving that for his Pandora. This little shit wouldn't get anything from Josh. Not today.

- You fucking slack jawed prick. What the fuck was that for!
- Oo, a fighter eh? I'll tell you what. I'll beat the crap out of you today, and maybe I'll consider not killing you in your sleep.
-Oh really? And what truly terrible thing has the great Tyrone Jacobs of A.G done? Have you actually killed someone before, Tyrone? Seen the look on someone's face as they bite the dust?
- Alright tough guy, have you?
-Multiple times. The last name's Mathers if you want to look it up.
- Josh Mathers? You mean the famous rapper? Fuck off, no way a great rapper like him could be a piss weak faggot like you.
- Big words for a person who seems to like my work but have no fucking idea about who sings it. Did you even hear my latest song "Freezer Girl"? I guess not, because I say straight up that I am limiter at A.G
- You know what, I reckon I'll get even more respect if people find out I killed the great Josh Mathers.

Tyrone pulled a knife from his pocket, something that Josh hadn't even seen there not two seconds ago. The knife was a small, dinky kitchen knife that anyone could buy and use. Josh was more personalised, and he always brought his personal weapons with him. Feeling particularly lazy, Josh reached into his case and pulled out a double barrel shotgun, engraved with strange looking symbols in blue. Clicking open the ammo shot and placing two shells in, Josh snapped the gun up and pointed it at Tyrone. Normal weapons had become obsolete because of Pandoras, but between limiters, Josh thought having a gun and the know how to use one was an advantage towards him and his Pandora. If a limiter were constricting his Pandora, and he couldn't match the technique, why not just make them unable to use that technique. Tyrone flinched, stepping back. Feeling like his manliness was being insulted, Tyrone had to make a stupid come back.

- Oh, a shotgun huh? Too scared to fight me like a man?
- I would have thought you of all people would understand how fucking stupid that statement it. Your holding a fucking knife you hypocrite. Drop the thing and then I'll fight you fair.
- Alright, I see what your doing, you want me to lower my guard so you can get one over on me, ain't ya?
- Look here, you fucking idiot, it's my first day here. Killing someone now would just fuck me over. I'm not going to kill you, so drop the fucking knife.

Running out options, Tyrone drop his knife to the ground, expecting Josh to drop his gun. Of course, Josh wasn't planning on doing so. He shot the ground near the knife, sending it flying of to the side, out of sight. Tyrone was pissed at this, calling Josh a "dirty lying faggot." Josh replied with a simple "Homophobe" Tyrone was now visibly angry, his head swelling up red like some kind of tomato. Josh continued to point the gun at him, not making adjustments to his aim. He flicked his gun forwards, motioning for Tyrone to leave. Reluctant at first, Tyrone gave Josh the middle finger and walked off in the opposite direction. Josh folded up his gun and picked up his luggage. Lucky for him, Tyrone didn't know that Josh had no shells left in the thing. Continuing towards the lecture hall, he passed a pretty good looking girl leaning against the wall, observing him. He smiled, waved, and continued walking, not bothering with conversation or even her facial or physical reply. He was five minutes to meeting his friend, Kadar Hussain. And Josh was never late to anything in life.