Colonel Miles Quaritch was a smart man. Really smart, maybe even too smart for his own good. At fifty-one, he was a life hardened high ranking military colonel and a senior officer in the security forces of the Resources Development Administration (RDA), a megacorporation, and was deployed to the exomoon of Pandora, where he served as their chief of security, and a man with a mind made up of formulas and numbers. No one knew why, but one day, on a whim, he made his subordinates ran calculations on the possible apocalypse and came to some disturbing conclusions. He did not divulge the company’s findings, but his behavior made it clear that they were extremely concerning. Almost immediately afterward, he quit the service and sold off his many holdings. His wife, thirty-two-year-old Sergeant Paz Socorro, who was head over heels in love with Miles, succumbed to his influence. She loved this man who could build a log cabin as easily as he could explain the ballistic trajectory of a flying bullet. Talking to the Colonel always left a deep impression that he was right, so when Miles told his wife what he wanted to do, Paz agreed without hesitation.

…and when the whole Pandora shuddered under the onslaught of nuclear missiles, their family survived. They and those, who they’ve let be saved from the end.