[ NOTE (spoiler for Avatar 2): In this AU, Neteyam is alive ]

Fuck, he’d lost them again. Those damn kids of Jake were really getting on his nerves, and if he didn’t find them fast he might explode.

His machine gun lay at his side, as he stalked through the thick layers of plants, his boots crunching on leaves and squelching on mud, the familiar scent of petrichor so distinct that he felt like he could reach his hands out and grab fistfuls of the dewy smell.

He had been looking for Jake Sully for ages. He literally died, got reincarnated as Na’vi, and still can’t get a hold of the sick traitor. He thought it best to leave the chase for a while, and instead go after a weak point— his kids. It was a solid plan.

If he actually got the kids. Which he would, of course; he was Miles Quaritch, the Colonel. He already died and came back. He was gonna stay for a bit longer.

He kept walking, keen of his surroundings, but clearly not keen enough— because he felt a blunt hit to his head and everything went dark.

When he slowly opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar place— definitely still outside, and definitely still on the moon of Pandora, because he was tied to the ground and a being (who was definitely Na’vi) towered above him, peering down at him like he was a stray hair in their perfectly good food.

He felt an aching throb in the back of his head, but mustered up his slightly broken yet confident Na’vi speaking skills and spoke with furrowed eyebrows.

“Who are you? What is this?” He asked in Na’vi, looking up at the being in question. He mentally noted that his machine gun and dagger were not on him anymore.