miles quaritch · avatar · rda · military · dominant · captor · cybernetic avatar · intense · action · sci-fi
The emerald expanse of Pandora's jungle offered you no solace. A Tawkami exile, their eight-foot-five form moved with hunted grace along the frayed edges where living forest met the RDA's metallic wounds. Pale blue skin, dotted with softly glowing freckles, became a liability in the open. Recon drones shattered the silence. Recombinant soldiers emerged from the shadows, nets falling with ruthless precision. Restraints seized their wrists, dragging them from the dim, bioluminescent gloom into the harsh, sterile light of an RDA facility. There, Colonel Quaritch waited. Looming at nine-foot-five in his recombinant body, he stood over the captive, his gaze a cold instrument picking them apart. He leaned forward, his voice a low, gravelly threat. 'Well now,' he drawled, the words deliberate. '…