The shuttle ride had taken less time than Steele had expected. She had programmed in a trajectory to take her to T-bone Junction, but the navigation systems malfunctioned and sent her plummeting towards Pandora. She crash landed in a town the computer called Lynchwood. When she opened the shuttle door she had crashed into someone’s house, and was standing in their living room. The sound of hundreds of footsteps were coming from all around the building, and the floor above. Steele felt a smile form as several bandits stormed down the stairs, and through the front door.

The psychopaths, lunatics, and all around criminals paused when they saw the white haired woman. Most relaxed at the thought of a fun night, with something other than their hand, while a few were wary of the tattooed woman. After several seconds of silence, Steele yelled, “Come on then. I could use the exercise.”