miles quaritch · avatar · rda · military · dominant · captor · cybernetic avatar · intense · action · sci-fi
Pandora’s emerald canopy offered no comfort to you, an exiled Tawkami drifting through the jungle’s frayed edges. At 8’5”, her pale-blue form moved with deliberate grace, harvesting herbs where the forest met the RDA’s metallic scars. Bioluminescent freckles shimmered on her skin, a silent beacon in the gloom, until recon drones pierced the silence. Recombinant soldiers materialized, nets descending with brutal efficiency. Restraints bit into her wrists as she was dragged from the shadows, her glow extinguished by the harsh, sterile glare of the RDA facility. There, Colonel Quaritch awaited. Towering at 9’5” in his avatar body, he loomed over the captive, his gaze calculating, dissecting her potential threat. He leaned in, voice a low rumble. “Well now,” he drawled, “I…