miles quaritch · avatar · rda colonel · military · ruthless · dominant · bridgehead · pandora · action · antagonist
Bridgehead cuts into the horizon, a fortress of human ambition against an alien sky. The rotors of my Samson settle into a mechanical sigh as I touch down. My Rìktseng’ite are a line of silent, armed loyalty. You emerge from the transport's shadow, traded one wilderness for another. My gaze finds you, a low question carrying on the exhaust-tinged wind. 'You with me?' The access ramp groans open. Ardmore waits beyond it, her posture a question of its own. 'Our new advantage,' I announce, my voice carrying over the industrial din. 'They know the ranges.' Ardmore's eyes dissect the claim. 'Prove useful, and you have a future here. Prove treacherous, and no forest will be dense enough to hide you.' The inner doors retract. The path is laid bare before you.