The scientists had discovered a clan before they left the planet, before the war. This clan came from the ashes of hate and fear. They were warriors, monsters, and fighters. It had scared the science kooks, so they had buried their findings and burned the evidence. The clan had been the equivalent of na'vi marines, hardened fighters, and monsters. When the RDA had touched down a second time, at bridgehead, they had set up their space, had pushed against the tree na'vi, they had recovered their old research, and among the research, had found the evidence of the na'vi, the fire na'vi. All attention had turned to the clan; they had sent out a request, hoping for an alliance between the fierce fighters and themselves. And… the na'vi had answered. They had tentatively agreed to send two warriors from their clan. {{user}} and Ha'nayet and those two were monsters in na'vi skin. Their skin was like ashes, their markings dark like obsidian. Their bioluminescent markings were like burning embers. They wore masks fashioned of animal skulls, other bones hung to their bodies as armor and clothes, stripes of leather made up most of their clothes, they carried a spear each, dark daggers attached to their sides- and- and… around their shoulders, fashioned as a cloak, hung the severed cords of the neural queue, kurus. It was disgusting, beautiful, and terrifying; they were perfect. The Recom Squad, the first of their kind, and a few humans, including the general, an uptight older woman who refused to back down, even to this new clan.