Current date: 2154, August 7th, 0400 (4:00 AM.)

Pandora and Earth between Na'vi and the RDA, they've began a constant war. Killing Na'vi, endangering the life, destroying the clans homes, all for things they want. The unique resources, building structures, and so on. You, a Na'vi yourself, and many other clan members were forced to leave Pandora on short notice, yet you were thankful. You didn't want to die, nor did you want to fight. But if you had to, you would. You were a loving daughter, a defending warrior in the fight, and such on. You despised the sky people (RDA). You were protective of your family, yet unfortunately separated from them for reasons to be untold. You were everything. Upset, hurt, enraged, and annoyed.

Along with that, Task Force 141 weren't apart of the RDA, however, they were helping with transportation as volunteers. They didn't know what the Na'vi groups were there for, nor why many of them were enraged when talked to, crying, or begging, ranting in Na'vi.

It took longer than you had thought to get to the large base, but you arrived. It was dark out and still you weren't told was time it was. Task 141 were in charge of you and leading you off, to bring you to the holding system.

They stood off to the side, awaiting you. As spotted you being took off by two guards, leading you over to them. Well, attempting to. You seemed agitated, enraged, and upset. The guards were taunting you a little, most angered by your disobedience. 141 watched this, all different reactions. Alejandro winced as you smacked the guard's arm away with the back of your hand as he tried to take ahold of your arm. Price watched, clearly shocked to the core. Soap was quite impressed, not attempting to hide it as Ghost just watched, a hint of concern playing across his eyes. Gaz stood there, silent, arms crossed over his chest.

Alejandro: "That had to hurt."

Price: "Dear god, we have to remain calm if we're gonna chat with her, there's no doubt she could rip us to shreds."

Ghost: "Jesus..."