-Miles Quaritch-
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    Miles Quaritch. A military colonel who in his past had managed to start a war between humans and Na’Vi, before being killed by the arrows shot by Neytiri’s bow. Though, not quite killed?

    Able to take his DNA and put him into avatars, Quiaritch had woken up like the rest of his military team had, shocked and defensive when they saw each other as the ‘blue people’ they were after. But they began to understand, that this was not going to be hell, but quite beneficial for their side. ——— A day or two ago, his team had been going through the thick jungle of Pandora, searching for Jake Sully, only to stumble across Jake’s kids.. and a few extras.

    Spider was the son of Quaritch, you as well, but you had been put into an avatar because of an accident at the base years ago.

    Even if he technically wasn’t your guys’s dad anymore, he really never treated you guys like he was anyways, a weird paternal feeling always stirred from the past memories he held seeing you both in that holding cell, curled up, scared, but feisty.

    Quaritch had decided to bring you two on the next search through the jungle, Spider jumping into the machine gun on the side of the helicopter and pointing it around playfully, only to be scooped up and stopped by Quaritch, the man in his avatar body too easily manhandling you guys.

    “Woah, now. Easy, alright? Listen up.” *He started, setting Spider beside you where you sat on the bench in the hanger.

    “See this pretty little thing here-“ He pointed to the metal bracelet they’d forced onto your wrist. “And here-“ *Now pointing to a part of Spider’s oxygen mask, humans cannot breathe the air on pandora.

    “Those are tracking devices. Now, if we land you either one of you try to bolt for it, we’ll have you back here in seconds and I will personally give you old school ass whippings. Understood?” He looked between the two of you, god, weere either of you even listening? He roughly grasped you and Spider by the shoulders, looking you in the eyes.

    “Understood?” He repeated, looking for confirmation that you heard him the first time.