: What's it gonna be like up there? Truman
: 200 degrees in the sunlight, minus 200 in the shade, canyons of razor-sharp rock, unpredictable gravitational conditions, unexpected eruptions, things like that. Oscar
: Okay, so scariest environment imaginable. Thanks. That's all you gotta say, scariest environment imaginable.
You are not in Kansas any more... you are on Pandora
, ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact every second of every day. If there is a Hell, you may want to go there for some R&R after a tour on Pandora. Out there, beyond that fence, every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyeballs for jujubes. We have an indigenous population of humanoids here called the Na'vi. They're fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin that will stop your heart in one minute. As head of security, it's my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed... not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need to cultivate a strong mental attitude. You've got
to follow the rules - Pandora rules.
— Colonel Miles Quaritch
God created Arrakis to train the faithful.
They got Hood-damned demon farmers! Sowing seeds, yanking teats, spinnin' wool - and chopping strangers to pieces! Gesler, old friend, I hate this place, you hear me? Hate it!
evolved in a hostile and vicious environment. Until the invention of gunpowder weapons, "eaten by predators" was still the number one cause of krogan fatalities. Afterwards, it was "death by gunshot".
TRAVEL ADVISORY: The ecology of Tuchanka is deadly. Nearly every native species engages in some predatory behavior; even the remaining vegetation is carnivorous. Travel beyond guarded areas is strongly discouraged.
This planet is one giant death trap.
The Mind Worms are the natural defenses of the living Planet - the white blood cells, if you will. In a world in which unassimilated thought represents danger, the Mind Worm seeks out concentrations of sentient mental energy and destroys them, ruthlessly and efficiently.
Char. If hell ever existed, this is it. Oceans of fire, tectonic storms, and an atmosphere that will burn a man alive.
: Down there they have anti-tornado
: Anti-tornadoes? Ramden
: Areas where there isn't
currently a tornado.
On Felucia, the Seps dug their metal heels into the muck of that alien hellhole and dared the Republic to come in after them. So we did, only to be met with month after month of flesh-eating diseases, shrieking nocturnal predators and other sights that haunt me to this day.
Life is war.
There is no safe place. [...] All the world is a vicious, hateful realm of violence and savagery and it wants to hurt you and destroy everyone you love for your tears and despair are as water to its roots.
To surrender to it, to accept any form of compliance or the slightest shred of a moment of weakness, is defeat. This defeat is death. Death a thousand times, ten billion times fold, and the worst of it will be your own certain knowledge that you lost.
: So, what's your home like? Ashes
: Well Black Marsh isn't exactly the most welcoming place for humans, I guess...
(Albert sips his drink.) Albert
: Why's that? Ashes
: Well, between the diseases, the flesh eating flies, the hostile fauna, and the landscape clearly not friendly for non-amphibious folk, well... Albert
: Sounds like home. Minus the landscape.