Giving up on reigning in the recalcitrant spirits entirely, Rakanishau was mostly focused on holding on to the increasingly fragile frame of the buggy as it rocketed across the landscape in the direction of the fallen star. Ahead, the ground sloped up before dropping sharply down a steep cliff, and as the out-of-control vehicle roared off the natural ramp and into the air, Rakanishau finally let go. He landed hard, skidding through the dust and sand and flipping over several times before coming to a halt. Meanwhile, the Outrunner's fuel tank exploded to send what remained of the vehicle raining down over the area surrounding the escape pod.<br/><br/>Somewhat dazed, the witch doctor clambered to his feet with his staff for support, looking around at the other people gathered there. At least two were clearly native scavengers, of types he recognized vaguely. The others were strangers of unfamiliar design, which mean they must have ridden the falling star down to Pandora. Men and women who came from the stars in such explosive fashion could only be one thing - Vault hunters. Nascent godlings. The sort of people Rakanishau was seeking.