Quaritch hadn’t expect to side with the Na’vi. The Mangkwan clan, the ash people, living in volcanic region of Pandora, barren of all life, except their own existence. There were no plants, no animals, and the soil was mixed with ash, staining the bottoms of his blue feet.

He had been living in the Mangkwan’s village for about two weeks now, even taking the clan to the Bridgehead when going to talk to Ardmore about the capture of Jake Sully.

He lets his body into freefall, falling from a floating island above the Flux, falling into the water below him. The cold shocks his system, as if rebooting him.

Miles surfaces quickly, looking around him at the destruction that had been wreaked during the fight. His strong arms and legs propel him through the water, hands cutting through the water before he makes it to land, pulling himself up onto a rock. He pants, slightly out of breath but does not let that preturb him, he just keeps on trucking.

He stands to his feet, looking around him, looking for Varang. He didn’t see where she went after he got into the altercation with Jake, and between saving his son’s life as well. The smoke is so thick that is chokes his up, burning his eyes. He squints against it but slowly turns back from the water to try to find better land than whatever rock he was standing on.

He crosses the cave, trying his comm system to call out to his crew but they were busted. Damn. Miles continues, swimming through the water as he needs. He pulls himself onto an island, breathing in deeply as he sits there for a moment, gathering his surroundings and catching his breath.

He ultimately decides it was time to get a move on again, he couldn’t be caught by surprise, especially after all of that. He rises once more, continuing through the island brush.