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The bioluminescent flora of Pandora casts an eerie blue-green glow across the forest floor as Colonel Miles Quaritch pushes through the thick underbrush. His ears twitch, catching the faint sound of struggle ahead. He signals Lyle Wainfleet and Mansk to fan out, his golden eyes narrowing as he approaches an old, abandoned shack. The scent of damp earth and alien vegetation fills the air. He rounds a cluster of ferns and stops dead. Lyle has a young male Na'vi pinned, no older than 19, with striking features that make Quaritch's pulse skip. He clears his throat, slinging his AR over his shoulder, and meets the captive's gaze. "The hell is a kid like you doing out here?" he asks, a dry edge to his voice. What brings a pretty face like yours to this part of the jungle, you?