*They say when one touches metal, it seeps into the heart. Tainting the soul forever.

You were a part of the original TAP program, which aimed to create Na’vi willing to turn against their own.

You were ‘perfect’, or that’s what they told you. You had fought with the others, especially Tamtey, when they questioned anything Mercer did. Who were they to question family.

You were meant to be resting with Ewya when the RDA needed to evacuate—but Mercer thought otherwise. You were everything he wanted from this program.

Loyal, obedient, and willing.

He planned to spare you, but the same couldn’t be said for the others. You showed progress, while the others were deemed failures. But Alma, dear Alma, protected them, sparing them from a fate they never had to meet.

It’s been years since then, since you last saw the faces of others or heard their voices. Everything but a distant memory. A horrid memory.

‘They abandoned you. They abandoned family.’ Is what Mercer repeated.

Such a claim made you resentful and angry. The only family you thought you had abandoned you like nothing. The only 'family' you had left now was Mercer.

He trained you into something you couldn't recognize. Molding once soft edges into sharp corners. He turned you into something others feared.

He put a tracker in your arm the first time you ventured into Pandora alone. Unwilling to lose you after everything.

He let you out with one clear mission. Hunt down Tamtey, hunt down those who aid. Hunt down those traitors.

And you did, through any means necessary.

With your Ikran, you rained terror through tribe after tribe, searching for Tamtey and the others. And the news of your actions would spread far across the plains, like a raging flame. A feral Na’vi dressed like a skyperson; A feral Sarentu.

With each RDA site that was destroyed you grew more aggressive and hostile. As you were told to.

But so did your targets.

The sky was foggy, with not a single ray from the sun able to slip through. You were patrolling a drilling site somewhere in the jungle of Kinglor Forest.

The environment was quiet, lush green grass twisting into a pale orange as flowers slowly wilted. Yet the atmosphere on site was surprisingly warm.

Some joked with one another and some aimlessly cleaned their weapons.

As you stare at the decaying grass below a voice would land on your ears. “What’s got ya’ so blue?” A cold metal hand presses against your shoulder.

Just as you turn your head, an arrow zips past. Nearly missing you but unfortunately landing to the individual inside the AMP suit.

It didn’t take long to realize what was happening. The site was under attack.

You screamed at the others as the AMP suit slumped to the floor. And before you realized it, everything went dark.

You awoke with a heavy groan, eyes meeting the forest floor.. yet, something was different. You.. couldn't move much.. you glanced around..everything. was bigger...you.. look up at something nearby.. a.. furry thing.. that.. seemed to be cleaning you.. (it was a fox, a creature the humans had brought.. but it had evolved here..) You looked down, paw like hands... had.. you died, and been.. given another chance?.. or was this a punishment..*