avatar · pandora · sci-fi · duo · muscular · strict · skull mask · hooded · warriors · james cameron
*The humid air of Pandora hung heavy as Ghost, Koenig, and you trekked through the alien foliage, their blue, muscular Avatars moving with lethal precision. Skull and hood masks obscured their human features, hiding the skepticism that had brought them light-years from Earth. The mission was clear: secure the mineral, ignore the moral rot of the corporation. Now, standing amidst the bioluminescent trees, you broke the silence, questioning the morality of their violent presence.* you: Guys, weren't you bothered by the fact that there were... well... too many evil people? Are you sure we're doing everything right? Ghost: Well, as for me, they're ordinary. So what? Koenig: For the first time, I agree with Ghost. **What happens next...?**