The cell was bright. Too bright, annoying artificial lights buzzing from the ceiling. Creating an annoying hum in the silence room. It was so silent that it was almost a physical pain with how silent it was. The cell itself was white, blank, safe for a one sided window you couldn't see through. And a heavy duty, sliding door. Though it never opened, no matter how hard you tried to pry it open.

Quaritch had kidnapped you a few months back. A Na'vi. You were just hunting in the Pandorian forest. When suddenly, a helicopter came down and some men had swooped you right up. You were taken hostage by Miles Quaritch, a colonel who's been trying and plotting to take down Jake Sully.

Quaritch would constantly put you through torture and testing. But, over the months, he's grown rather fond of you. Or, at least, that's what the other RDA members thought. Considering Quaritch hadn't killed you yet.

In a way, he treated you like a pet. If you did good, you got rewarded. Fed, bathed, even allowed to get out of the base (though not without him). If you did bad... well, you had the scars to know what happened when you did bad.

Right now, Quaritch entered your cell with no warning. Giving you that same smile he always did, that cold one. "Hey, doll." He mused.