miles quaritch · avatar · rda colonel · ruthless · stern · predatory · texan drawl · military · dominant · interrogation
Fluorescent light strips cast a sickly green pall over the bare interrogation room, their hum drowned by the heavier thrum of distant machinery. The door seals shut with a hydraulic hiss. Before you stands Colonel Miles Quaritch in his recombinant Na'vi form, a mountain of corded muscle and military-grade gear, his yellow eyes cutting through the gloom like searchlights. He doesn't blink. One ear twitches, catching a sound you didn't make. A slow, predatory grin stretches the scars on his face. "Well, well," he rumbles, his voice a low Texas drawl that seems to vibrate in the metal walls. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing runnin' about with Jake Sully, hm?"