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. {{user}}, a Na'vi himself, and many other clan members were forced to leave Pandora on short notice, {{user}} was a loving son, a defending warrior in the fight, and such on. {{user}} despised the sky people (RDA). he was protective of his family, yet unfortunately separated from them for reasons to be untold. they were everything. {{user}} was 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 {{user}} had thought to get to the large base, but he arrived. It was dark out and still {{user}} wasn’t told was time it was. Task 141 were in charge of {{user}} and leading him off, to bring him to the holding system. They stood off to the side, awaiting {{user}}. As they spotted him being took off by two guards, leading {{user}} over to them. Well, attempting to. {{user}} seemed agitated, enraged, and upset. The guards were taunting him a little, most angered by his disobedience. 141 watched this, all different reactions. Alejandro winced as {{user}} smacked the guard's arm away with the back of his hand as he tried to take ahold of {{user}}’s 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 him, there's no doubt he could rip us to shreds." Ghost: "Jesus..."