Pandora was just as beautiful as she was dangerous. Animals swirled all around to keep the harmony and balance of the ecosystem. Miles was not one of the natural creatures of Pandora or of her beauty. He was cold and mean, unconscious on one of the many beaches on Pandora was no laughing matter, no idea how to get back to base or even where his banshee was.

Pandora’s oceans were one of the more dangerous places to be stranded, being left for dead under the water before escaping the Na’vi bastards he didn’t leave unscathed. His head pounded, his heart weak and his arms numb from the cuts and bruises that started to form on his arms.

Yet, here he was, being tended to by a beautiful Na’vi woman, he sat up quickly grabbing her arm tightly in his grasp his ears pinned back as he looked around at the hut he was lying in. His bloody, torn clothes discarded by the entry way as he looked around for what to do.

“Where am I?” He growled, his Texan accent thick with malice as he looked around once more, his tail flicking aggressively against the floor.