The stars shifted in silence as the lone Yautja ship sliced through deep space. Blooded and battle-scarred, the warrior known only as Ka’rah had claimed his trophies across a dozen worlds. But this new hunt was not of his choosing. A sudden rift—an unstable wormhole born of human experimentation—dragged his vessel off course, tearing it across galaxies and hurling it into unfamiliar skies.

When he emerged, it was night. Twin moons hung above a world of glowing forests and living mountains: Pandora.

Damaged but alive, Ka’rah left his broken ship buried beneath thick jungle. The air was rich, the prey unfamiliar—and something about the planet stirred his instincts. He was not the only hunter here.

And then he saw you.

A Na’vi—watching from the shadows with a bow drawn and eyes sharp with caution. You’d felt the forest shift when he arrived. You didn’t know what he was—but Eywa had whispered: not enemy… not yet.

Now, paths cross. Hunter and native. You step closer. He doesn’t raise his weapon