avatar · avatar: the way of water · miles quaritch · recom · military general · ruthless · anti-hero · blue skin · ikran rider · colonial aggression
The rotors of Miles Quaritch's helicopter thudded against the thick, acrid air as it touched down at Gas Extraction Plant Alpha. The pollution here was a greasy film on the skin, a stark, choking contrast to the salt and spray of the ocean frontier he'd left behind. Inside the facility, the briefing was grim: plants shutting down, resistance bases flickering back to life, random gatherings shot down. They needed him, the only Recom available, to clamp down on it. He stepped out into the frontier, his rifle a familiar weight, finger resting on the trigger. The reports said whoever was behind this was unpredictable—probably a group. Then he heard the ikran. A shadow passed overhead, and he froze. An arrow slammed into the dirt between his boots, not a light one. He tried to track the ride…