Part 1 The entire zone’s a quarantine We were flown in by her majesty’s finest Thrown out of stealth x9’s by who dares wins Sensed by lines the memories swish in sentient lines Made remember where we so often before flew A promise Everywhere in view Nowhere’s difficult see the beauty of planning a new world like this Standing past the fallen erinyes panning visions slowly dying Science prime now a hazardous wasteline How does one imagine without lying A network of nests from when Hydra Corp sought dominion They said right here The planet sustainably conceived And we all believed For fiction were fact til so followed like prophecy the wind up of good Where we just stood the syndicates had it infiltrated The mantra labs and their gardens, the SI compounds disintegrated The result of the hybris of the times now litters the shutdown Outer reaches and its compounds The world we knew split: the treaty states and outlines Divided. Where borders once flourished now rigorous defences sit Some regions reversed 200 years in 200 days when services closed When supplies decreased the migration set for Pandora Hydra corp was the future, we’re here to gather their secrets The wasteland landscape pictures a damaged, deadly scene, but inbetween: the destruction something defiantly living evokes the serene by an entrance a flyer from the treaty states, an image from the beaches of Eos by letters that state of the volunteered evacs they never agreed to take. to the side a handwriting depicts a bladerunner’s scripts ‘I have seen this in my dreams and I will live it this life or the next’ We share the area with gangs of smugglers Here for the same reason we are, for all the different reason They have nothing else making a living better chance the wastes giving Whatever here sells In Pandora they’re despised sometimes confused with Syndicate guns for hires They’re survivors, crafty mosts, they’ve set up shop to funnel finds through the outposts We rarely see them, sometimes we happen on their constructions: lacks Hydra sophistication but makes up with amazing modifications ‘its a jungle bungle’ ‘a 51DTM, only fake’ ‘deactivates with a shake’ ‘itll whine’ ‘then fall apart, break’ ‘whatd ya call it’ ‘5-1-D-T-M’ ‘jungle?’ ‘jungle bungle’ ‘never heard that’ ‘a smugglers reverese engineer?’ ‘All the way in here’ Right then and there a realisation of the sanitation brought by baseball games and community outings for questions keep arriving This part thought off bounds for bladerunner diving. They dont have the gear and even if they did there’s syndicate watchdogs in here. Adapted to live the hostile environment The syndicates: fanatics following an extreme teaching of religious ideology opposed to what they call the worship of technology. Based in the outlands known for disrupting convoys The shadow clerics are the syndicate commandos that infamously defeated the Hydra corps’ mechs at Aldara. Later they demolished everything. Everything except the most prized. Far down in the Earth where they couldn't go underneath these floors are the cores. They bred mutants to contain them, now they scour the vaults. Delta team often joked about trips to the zoo for tigers. Down here you’ll wanna eat your words if it were to shelter somehow. So we thought we had this for ourselves, till now. Though unlike the smugglers we’re on for something special. ‘A needle in a haystack’ a spring day ‘just get it’ recall the first greens were on way ‘and get back’ 24 months now since we started this kit like another life, suits to kevlar ‘wait, hold, I’m wrong’ ‘this is no smuggler move’ defining dangerous it’s easy to get careless ‘its too neat’ ‘the ones that did this decor made it to appear’ ‘bladerun’ ‘yes’ Remnants of hydra corp escaped into Pandora and formed groups They say firms Having lost outlines they’re weak but the fast and flexible learns They don’t trust anyone, can’t be bought or convinced Before the syndicate war they were Gods Now their might rests, hidden to all odds The needle: a grade z project called predator prey None knew until the delphi discs were discovered to say A tool meant to map citizens to save society from moral weakness By identifying patterns of suspicious behaviour and thought crimes they could build a better day A draconian work it’s ironic the ones to wish it the most were the ones near destroyed it Some servers in the cores have it here Plenty times tried to get others see its better kept down there Almost lost me my ranks ‘We cant allow bladerunners get it’ ‘They may not know what it is, but they get everything’ someone with stars owes thanks ‘theyll sell it to the highest bidder in an outpost’ ‘syndicates’ ‘find it before they do’ 700 days we had some ideas ‘could c4 the entire area’s entrances’ make it a tomb signed us That was 20 months ago, we were happy to have no name Sure and confident of what remains we still have no name Times worsen, some have the outer reaches a diversion Pandora and grabs of outland overcrowd; they need hope and the treaty states are on the brink of the allowed Refuge shuttles keep landing meanwhile syndicates exploit our good will, our understanding They wrecked the outland, now turned on us Hydra firms have established among the 115 million in Pandora They’re virtually invincible being invisible abiding only to power They could help save the city, instead they’re rigging the vaults to stop us Curiously they dont know that we know We guess they prefer syndicates here and not at the compounds so to see us battle for Pandora while they rebuild The one relief now an unexpected friend furious about refugees from the outer reaches Avenger gunships of the Iyengari, a kingdom that holds another side of outland They've flown in to pressure Syndicate strongholds Danger’s Pandora quickly getting too big to govern. So demanding the treaty states influence not keeping with the pace it’s expanding Someone has to restore order Or a wake of disorder will follow if Syndicate rally support to claim it Fear the day we need to close it And abandon so many For that syndicate still needs to get stronger we’ll hold Pandora and the outposts for longer though the welfare of man rests on the diving in the nests the syndicate thrives on strive’s ledge and somewhere in the cores Hydra corp left a destroyer’s edge |