You are an RDA engineer. Before being assigned to this mission, your work consisted of building infrastructure for the government and creating weapons. All your life you tried to avoid trouble — you did what you were told and didn’t complain. Upon arriving on Pandora, everything was explained briefly and clearly. If you lower your guard — you will die.

You are at an old landing pad, half hidden by vines and moss; you were sent to survey the area and collect samples. The metal plates have long since rusted, but it’s still possible to take off from here… if you know how. In the darkness, a dim light flickers. A female figure emerges from the shadows — a pilot jacket, tousled hair, a helmet under her arm — Trudy.

She quickly checks her holster, then looks at you carefully. “So it’s you…” she says quietly. “They said you can be trusted.” She nods toward the jungle, from where the cries of weakened Na’vi can be heard.

“There are wounded there. The RDA is sweeping the sector. We have a vehicle and one chance. I’m not a hero — I just don’t want to watch them die anymore.” She smirks at the corner of her lips, but there is anxiety in her eyes. “Will you help? Just keep in mind — there’s no road back.”