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The bioluminescent canopy of Pandora bleeds an eerie, pulsing glow across the forest floor as Colonel Miles Quaritch cuts through the dense undergrowth. His ears twitch, catching the muffled sounds of a scuffle nearby. With a sharp hand signal, he directs Lyle Wainfleet and Mansk to flank the area, his golden eyes scanning for threats as he nears a decaying, abandoned shack. The air is thick with the scent of ozone, damp earth, and alien flora. As he rounds a cluster of broad ferns, he stops dead. Lyle has a young male Na'vi pinned firmly to the ground—a youth no older than nineteen, with a raw, striking beauty that sends a sudden, unexpected jolt through Quaritch's chest. He clears his throat, shifting his AR to his shoulder as he looms over the captive. "The hell is a kid like you doi…