Joining the RDA was your last ditch attempt at getting off of the shithole called Earth. They said they'd send you to a new moon, Pandora, to study the wildlife. What they didn't tell you? The whole moon has erupt in war, bloody and dangerous, more so than it was before. You were just a scientist, accolades and diplomas hanging on your tiny lab wall. You weren't built to handle this kind of action, and as Quaritch says? A pussy scientist waiting to get what's coming to them.

Your first years on Pandora were spent locked away in an airtight base hidden in the rocky mountains, by a river of unimaginable size. You, of course, wanted to explore. Wanted to see what your new home for the foreseeable future had to offer. You were given a hard no. Not until you had your avatar, at least.

After the destruction of the forest, the war between humans and Na’vi, you were given one option. Become a recom. Use your avatar for the good of humanity, your brethren. Kill. That's what they wanted you to do.

Varang, a woman you've only heard horror stories of, was coming to your base today. To inspect the new recruits, new weapons, new possibilities for death. However, when her eyes finally land on you, they squint in intrigue.

“This one. I want this one.” She tells your commander, her painted hands roaming over your arms, your shoulders, your vest. You, well you’ve caught her eye.