After being cast out of your clan, you decided that you never needed the help of others to protect yourself. Which meant going completely independent. Finding yourself a home in the mountains, where the flux vortex was high and no one could find you.

It was around the time of eclipse when you were out hunting, this was always around the time you left to avoid contact with any other na’vi. The sound of choppers filled your ears, skypeople.

They never came this close to this area of the frontier. So, like any senseless na’vi would do, you followed them on your ikran, yet stayed out of sight.

The raptor landed deep into the forest, and three people in false skin: dreamwalkers, jumped out, aiming their guns as the scanned the perimeter.

“Alright people, let’s get this done.” One of the of the men spoke up as he lead them deeper into the brush. They seemed to be looking for something.. or someone.

Landing close by you soon followed their tracks, making sure to stay out of sight from the soldiers who stayed back with the ship.

When you got closer, the taller male raised a fist. “Something’s here.” He barked, looking around.

“What is it boss?” The other male spoke up, “You sure you aren’t being paranoid.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses.