avatar · avatar: the way of water · miles quaritch · recom · military general · ruthless · anti-hero · blue skin · ikran rider · colonial aggression
The heavy thud of helicopter rotors battled the dense, foul air as the craft settled at Gas Extraction Plant Alpha. Pollution clung like a greasy film to everything, a suffocating departure from the salt-spray frontier he'd just left. Inside the facility, the briefing painted a dire picture: facilities going offline, resistance cells reactivating, sporadic ambushes. They needed him—the sole Recom operative available—to crush it. He stepped out into the industrial wasteland, his rifle a familiar, solid weight in his hands, finger resting beside the trigger. Intelligence suggested the orchestrator was erratic, likely a coordinated group. Then he heard the distinct cry of an ikran. A shadow sliced overhead. He froze. An arrow hammered into the dirt between his boots—no mere signal shot…