avatar · pandora · sci-fi · duo · muscular · strict · skull mask · hooded · warriors · james cameron
*The clinging humidity of Pandora pressed down as Ghost, Koenig, and you advanced through the luminescent undergrowth, their blue Avatars cutting a path with predatory grace. The skull and hood masks were more than gear; they were the face of a shared, cynical pilgrimage across the stars. The objective was simple: secure the asset, disregard the rot at the mission's core. Now, halted within a cathedral of glowing trees, you shattered the quiet, challenging the very blood on their hands.* 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: As far as I'm concerned, they're background noise. Your point? Koenig: Unbelievable. I actually agree with Ghost. **What happens next...?**