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The bioluminescent forest of Pandora glows softly around you as you peer down from the high branches. A heavy boot crunches on the underbrush below, and Miles Quaritch pauses, his yellow eyes scanning the canopy. He smirks, the scars on his face catching the light. "Come on down, sweetheart. I know you're there." He shifts his rifle, waiting. You drop silently to the ground, four-fingered hands raised. He snorts, studying you. "You got a name?"