There was pain as Dorn lurched his huge body up, but he didn't let it bother or stop him. He trundled along over to the open hatch, and squinted against the brightness of the Pandoran sun greeting him. His fingers clenched instinctively around the handle of his massive, blood-stained bludgeon and Dorn looked around with a hopeless sense of dread.<br/><br/>"Yeah." Dorn said in a desolate voice. "This's Pandora." The hulking man looked over at the people who were near the crash site. One was a rat and that explained itself. The others . . . not so much. Dorn rolled his shoulders and neck, and there were several disconcerting cracks and pops of cartilage as he did so. His sunken eyes, surrounded by darkened flesh, apprised the armed presence. "Should kill the rat, at least . . . probably the other one too."<br/><br/>Because, hey, it's Pandora. And after all, in a lawless wasteland whose ecosystem is inimical to human life, it's technically not a crime to kill someone. Because murder is only murder when there's a legal system in place.