My new story. I've taken all feedback on board and hope to provide you with an entertaining ride :)

I've never told this story to anyone before, so I don't really know where to begin. Maybe from when I first knocked out Jessie Nixon. Or maybe when I met Richard Hilton. I'm getting ahead of myself here. My name is Dolton. Dwight J Dolton. When this story took place I would've been about thirty I think.

It's hard to remember. Somewhere around thirty. Old enough to think you know the world but young enough to be surprised by it. Especially if that world's not your own.

I was born on the 6th February 2219. I was the first of two brothers, born in a cheap hospital on Earth. My mom died when I was nineteen, and I haven't spoken to my brother since the day I left for Pandora. I guess these might seem like trivial details to you. They probably are. But a man wiser than me once said that it's the little details that make a good story, and I've no intention of you falling asleep on me here.

But Pandora. Pandora isn't trivial at all. In fact it's the most beautiful place I've ever been to. And the most dangerous. It's sort of like a leopard. Nice to look at at first, but piss that thing off and it won't think twice of scratching you to Hell and back.

The big blue and green gas giant attracted many a person to science. With its phosphorescent rainbow colours at night to the strange harmony between the plants and animals, a lot of people studied real hard to get to see Pandora with their own eyes. I remember the ad campaigns. They billed it as a new Earth. Suddenly science was the most popular subject by far.

Everything on Pandora was so varied. One day you'd be looking over mighty plains, the next gazing at green, red and yellow vines hanging from the trees. There's always that niggling feeling, though. That you don't belong there. Like going to a foreign country, but multiply that feeling by a thousand. We were all strangers in a strange land to be perfectly honest.

Even now, decades after its discovery, it can still make a grown man cry. Yep, I'm betting that those science buffs were real happy they got to go there. I should get it out of the way right now. I'm not a scientist, but I've seen Pandora. Oh boy, have I seen it.

I never drove an Avatar, couldn't for the life of me tell you what it was like. I guess all of them years ago Jake Sully was the most happy anyone's ever been driving an Avatar. We've all heard of him, how he drove the humans away. Some guys thought that Quaritch was evil, some thought he was a great hero, dying for his planet. It's before my time; I didn't know him personally, and I know better than to listen to RDA propaganda.

But seeing Pandora, I can see why Sully did it. I might've done the same, given the chance. But like I said, I wasn't a scientist. I was a boxer. Technically, I was unemployed but boxing was my passion. I was an amateur champion, but I was going to go pro, I would if I'd have trained hard. But I never had the time back then. Not with how things turned out.

I might tell you later, but I don't want to now. Let's just say I was thrown in Jail for something I didn't do. I'm not really comfortable talking about it.

But back on Earth, in those days especially, Jails were overcrowded, and I mean overcrowded. Back in the old days you built a new jail. But the way things were, the RDA had influence over just about everything. They needed miners.

The big machines they used to use weren't viable anymore. They drew too much attention from the indigenous, and when they tried to go back to mine a few years after Sully did his thing, it went wrong. He taught the Na'vi how to shut them down easily. They just sent the humans right on back to Earth again.

So the new thing was miners. Do it by hand. It drew less attention, and if the output was lower, so be it. But where did they get them from? Where in the world was a huge potential, untapped workforce? You can see where I'm going with this can't you? They sent criminals to Pandora. They built a big jail to house them all. Now they had a workforce. A free workforce.

And it solved the problem back home. They were killing two birds with one stone and making a little profit on the side. It was perfect for them of course. They way they had it figured, who cared about the murderers and rapists? So I guess I'll start the story from when I arrived on Pandora. I thought it would be all right, a free trip to another world. I was wrong. You've never heard of a nice jail, right?