He came to Pandora claiming rebirth, calling for change and peace, but all he brought was despair. Not-so-Handsome Jack was a parasite, leeching off this once beautiful planet until it started to run dry. The beautiful creates that roamed these lands began to fade – oh how I miss watching the Skags frolicking in the distance. But I digress, for we are entering an era that may change Pandora for the better. I wouldn't go as far as to call it an era of peace, because I am not a liar. Reformation. Yes, that is a nice word. It implies improving upon an idea that has become corrupted, and that is precisely what has become of this world. Oh how corrupted it is…
It is amazing what a few good men… and woman can do for a world so desolate and broken when they have a reason to. They're hunters, and despite how cruel and vulgar that may sound, they don't hunt for sport or for pleasure. They hunt for powers beyond imagination, which does not belong in the hands of small little mortals. Sadly, it is the small little mortals who desire the most power. That is why we live the way we do, struggling to stay alive and keep what we own, but these hunters want to change that. They call themselves Vault Hunters, and yes, it is as extravagant as it sounds.
I met with one of these 'Vault Hunters' a month back, while passing through their settlement in the sky. It was one hell of a journey up there, involving a few Rakk and a boatload of seed. But I managed, and I got my interview with the Siren. She was beautiful, I tell you, and there was a certain 'glow' about her. Perhaps the legends of the Siren are true, because there seemed to be so much more to this one woman. I'll never forget her name; Lilith – or was it Maya. Shit.
Back on topic… the Vault Hunters, yes.
From that interview, I learned one very important thing. It would be these few who was build Pandora anew, who would raise the Phoenix from the ashes and restore her beauty. I swear I saw a liter of Skag pups a stone's throw from my cabin. Even the smallest changes are a good thing, in theory. Despite their ugly little faces and that weird habit of theirs to spit globs of green goo at passing by folks, a Skag can be man's best friend. Unless they get a taste of you, then you're pretty much gone at that point. Either way, change is coming!
There was one other thing about my visit to Sanctuary that made it… rather interesting. It was that incessant little robot… the last of its species it swears. The CL4P-TP General Purpose Robots had all been discontinued and terminated by Handsome Jack, yet this one survived. It was astounding, I tell you. What made it odder was that he designated himself a name! Claptrap P. Claptrappington; what a profound name. Robotics has come quite a long ways!
I'm signing off now, in hopes that tomorrow Pandora will see some real change. I had a rather unfortunate nightmare about a Badass Midget under my bed, so wish me luck.
-Signed "Doctor"