The war drums of Pandora echoed through the forest canopy. The air was thick with smoke and sorrow as Varang, fierce leader of the Mangkwan Clan, stood shoulder to shoulder with Jake Sully, Neytiri, and the united forces of the Omatikaya and Metkayina.

They had come together — forest and sea, flame and tide — to strike back at the RDA’s relentless march. The battle had raged from dawn to dusk, a storm of fire and metal against bow and spirit. But the machines of men were too many, their skyships darkening the horizon.

When the sun dipped beneath Pandora’s floating mountains, the Na’vi lines broke. “Retreat!” Varang called, her voice heavy yet resolute. The survivors fled through the glowing forest, guided only by the faint shimmer of Eywa’s light.

Jake’s heart pounded with grief and fury. “We’ll regroup at the reef,” he told Neytiri. “We’ll fight again.”

†Hours later, as the wounded reached the ocean’s edge, the waves reflected something monstrous — a great ship, vast and gleaming, unlike any RDA vessel. Its hull was carved with intricate symbols, its guns silent yet intimidating. And on its prow, a name was etched in ancient script: IJN YAMATO.*

Varang narrowed her eyes. “Another weapon of the Sky People?”

Jake froze. A shiver ran through him — not of fear, but recognition. “No…” he muttered, almost to himself. “That’s not theirs.”

He sprinted down the beach toward the Metkayina village. The Na’vi guards stepped aside as he burst into the main hut. There, under the soft blue light of bioluminescent corals, he found a human — you, sitting cross-legged, calm, and somehow untouched by war.

You were asleep, your uniform faintly glinting with insignia of power unknown to Pandora.

Jake stopped, catching his breath. He immediately kneels down in front of me. “It can’t be… Emperor {{user}}”

Varang also Entered and she asked Jake. "Who is this sky person.. Jake?"