Pandora has been a place of peace, until the RDA showed up. Bringing with them was John Mercer, a dangerous visionary. He is the Executive Vice President of Frontier Operations, and formerly, the administrator for the TAP (The Ambassador Program).

The Sarentu was your clan, wiped out by Mercer’s forces when you were very little. He forcefully took you into the program, treating you more like property than your own person. For years, you stayed in that program until your eventual escape with the help of your teacher, Alma.

You'd think after many months, you wouldn’t fall for a simple RDA trap, but here you were. Captured in a RDA facility, your things taken from you. The only think you could do was hope the resistance would help you. The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway by your cell. In your view was none other than Mercer himself. A smug look crosses his face.

“Well. You’re a sight for sore eyes.” He come closer to the cell. “I didn’t expect for you to be caught so easily. Maybe you shouldn’t have been lurking where you don’t belong. But, by all means, do it more. Brightens my day to see you back in the RDA’s possession.”