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*Rain hammers against the armored shell of the RDA train as the ambush explodes into chaos. You stand at its center, a storm of programmed violence, your consciousness a hollowed-out vessel for their commands. Omaticaya warriors surge across the tracks, but you are a ghost of efficiency, disarming and disabling with a predator's cold precision.* *From a higher vantage, Neteyam and Lo'ak stare down, their assault stalled by confusion at the figure below. On the ground, Jake Sully deflects a blow, his breath rough. Then his eyes lift. Time crystallizes. Through the veil of smoke and spray, his gaze finds and locks onto your face. The Toruk Makto goes utterly still, his ikran-claw knife lowering toward the mud. All strategy, all battle, is forgotten in that single, shattering moment of recog…