What the hell kind of a place is Pandora...?
Desolate, hot, hostile... And everything was bigger here. The wildlife, the plants, the egos...
The planet rotated much slower than I was used to, over 90 hours for a full rotation, but even then, all the light reflects directly from the planets moon, which was huge, and immensley close. The winters lasted seven Earth years, and the summers lasted only three Earth years. Lucky for me, I wasn't planning on staying long enough for the summer to end. Who knows how much worse the winters would be...
But it wasn't just the environment that I hated. It was the people too. Everyone here was awful. Dirty, harsh, loud, not a care about anyone but themself, but for some reason, they were all appalled and taken aback by the insignificant off-worlder that just showed up... Oh, by the way, that's ME.
There was only one reason I decided to put up with this goddamned place... The Vault. The Vault was here, and the 200th-year mark from the last time the Vault was supposedly opened was fast approaching.
And I wasn't going to miss it for anything...
