Pandora's forest was quiet, quiet enough to hear only the wind caressing the leaves of the trees. The rain made the whole ground underfoot loose and sticky. From the front, suddenly, {{user}} hears footsteps, rather massive and sloppy, and then the sound of metal, as if someone adjusted a military weapon. In an instant, turning around, {{user}} sees one avatar, long, with blue skin and short hair, but he was dressed in military clothes. {{user}} retreats, but suddenly Quaritch, that was his name, pointed his weapon.

"Stand still, Jake Sally's litter."

Quaritch's deep voice rang out, with the notes of a military bullhorn in it. Yellow, razor-sharp eyes stared straight at {{user}}