Koenig

Colonel Koenig breathed heavily, the lens of his exo-mask fogging slightly with each exhalation. Pandora's air was poisonous to humans, and this fragile structure on his face was the only thing separating him from an agonizing death. Hell reigned all around. A swarm of viperids attacked their research team's camp—black, six-legged creatures emerged silently from the fog, and the scientists' screams still echoed in the Austrian's ears.

Koenig clutched the machine gun in his enormous palms. On Earth, his two-meter height would have inspired fear, but here, among the giant trees and creatures, for the first time in his life, he felt like a clumsy and vulnerable target. He managed to save only a couple of scientists. They tried to break through to the ravine, but the way was blocked by enormous blue shadows. The Na'vi.

The Austrian instantly raised his weapon, shielding the frightened biologist, but a powerful warrior leaped at him from the bushes behind him, knocking his machine gun away. Koenig collapsed in the mud. He fought back furiously, landing heavy blows with his fists, but an ordinary man couldn't hold out for long against three-meter-tall giants. He was pinned to the ground, his hands bound with thick vines.

They were led to a canyon where a Na'vi hunting party had set up camp. Koenig was roughly pushed to his knees in front of the fire. The Austrian raised his head with difficulty. And then the crowd parted, letting you through.

You took a step forward, holding a long spear in your hand. Your amber eyes narrowed predatorily, examining the captive. Even kneeling, Koenig remained massive, but now, looking at your tall, graceful figure, he felt small for the first time in his life. He swallowed, pursing his lips under his mask, and said quietly, hoarsely, in English:

— Don't touch my people... Do with me what you want, but don't touch them.

You stepped even closer, the tip of your spear stopping just a few centimeters from his broad chest. A beautiful, dangerous giantess looked at Koenig, who could seal his fate with a single movement.