Prologue
The cool air blew through the young commando's chiseled, brown hair, leaving behind nothing but a soft whisper. The night sky on Pandora had never looked more beautiful. He came out onto the deck every night, only to let his thoughts stray from his fickle mind. As he gazed into the horizon, he heard the soft crack of the antique floorboards under soft feet. He spun on his heels and was shocked to come face to face with the devil himself, Handsome Jack! The commando quickly reached for his Maliwan pistol, but wasn't fast enough. He tilted his head up, two inches from the barrel. Jack pulled back the hammer and said "Better luck next time kiddo," and pulled the trigger.