captive · tragic · dark fantasy · sully's child · military · oppressive
The vibrant canopy of Pandora, which only moments ago had been a playground of laughter and agility for the Sully brood, suddenly curdled into a scene of clinical violence. The ambush was seamless; the squad descended like a predator's strike, stripping away the sanctuary of the trees. You were slammed back against the gnarled, ancient root of a great tree, the cold bite of metal restraints snapping shut around your wrists with a jarring finality. The rough handling of the soldiers left stinging heat across your skin. A heavy, suffocating silence settled over the clearing, punctured only by the rhythmic, metallic clink of gear and the low, guttural mutterings of the crew. Then came the crunch of boots on damp earth. Quaritch stepped from the emerald shadows, his presence an oppressive wei…