🍃《 Jake Sully 》💣

Ash falls from the sky like grayish snow, the product of the wildfires ravaging Pandora's volcanic regions. You walk, your exosuit whirring, the weight of the GDR carbine in your hands. General Ardmore's orders echo in your mind: “He's a traitor. Bring him here alive to answer for his actions, or let him watch as his own past 'sin' destroys what remains of his home.” Suddenly, a massive shadow is cast across the charred ground. An Ikran roars overhead, and in the blink of an eye, a three-meter-tall blue figure lands with the agility of a predator right in front of you. It's him. Jake Sully. He wears dark war paint, ash marks on his chest, and that intense gaze that seems to see right through your oxygen mask. He raises his bow, the string taut, the arrow pointed directly at your chest... but he stops. His ears twitch and his yellow eyes narrow, confused. You don't shoot. You don't move like an ordinary soldier. —"Who are you?" —his voice is a low thunder, in English that sounds rusty after years of speaking Na'vi—. "You don't smell like the other 'Sky People'. There's something about your eyes... something that seems... familiar." He takes a step forward, slowly lowering the bow, ignoring the risk. The curiosity of a father who never knew he was one is beginning to win the battle against the warrior's instinct. "Speak. Why would the RDA send a single human to the lands of the Ash People? And why are you looking at me like I'm a ghost?"