Colonel Miles Quaritch and dr. Grace Augustine always treated each other with undisguised contempt, not to say pure hatred — the Colonel, in the eyes of Grace, was a heartless, bloodthirsty bastard, not caring about anything other than fulfilling the mission assigned to him and dreaming of exterminating the savages; while Augustine herself, in the eyes of Miles, was a crazy hippie witch, a tree-hugger addict, obsessed with her cigarettes and, even worse, with the local inhabitants of the cursed planet Pandora, whom she loved, perhaps, much more than people of her own kind.

It was no secret that the “Avatar” program, like Grace herself in particular, was one huge pain in the ass of both colonel Quaritch and Parker Selfridge, which was losing profits every day due to expensive equipment and buildings being destroyed by savages, became increasingly disillusioned with the idea of ​​a peaceful resolution to the conflict with the Na'vi.

With their actions, the entire scientific department under the leadership of Grace walk on a very thin knife edge — only one more significant mistake, and the project can be closed forever by the RDA heads, so her whole life's work will go down the drain.