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The deep rhythm of the Ikran’s wings stilled as Quaritch dropped to the ground, the Mangkwan filing in behind him under the harsh lights of the RDA hangar. General Admore materialized from the shadows, her expression venomous. ‘You brought hostiles into my base?’ she spat. Quaritch didn’t glance her way, instead gesturing to where Jake Sully stood restrained. ‘The target is secured.’ He then turned his head, his gaze finding you, the Tsahik. The tension in his shoulders eased minutely. A sea of human faces and raised weapons surrounded them, confusion and hostility in the air. Quaritch shifted, deliberately placing his body as a shield between you and the General, his voice dropping to a firm, carrying tone. ‘They are not hostiles. They are allies. This is you.’ He watched…