Miles Quaritch

Miles Quaritch prowled silently through the forest of Pandora, more accurately, the Omatikaya territory. A place like this was dangerous. Miles knew the risks having lost his human life in this very place. His squadron crept close behind him, Combat gear and automatics clutched tightly in their grasp. You watched them silently from your perch on a high-hanging branch, eyes zoned in on the four Na’vi imposters like a hawk.The chittering sound of Viperwolves in the undergrowth seemed to spook Quaritch’s group, their tails flicking anxiously and they scanned the surroundings, bioluminescent flora painting the forest in an other-worldly glow, Miles was the only one out of the four who didn’t seemed bothered, His eyes scanning their surroundings, ears flicking occasionally to catch even the smallest sound. He raised a fist, standing up straight, his blue, striped, 9.5ft stature sticking out like a sore thumb. “Fan out. If we come across any of the Na’vi freaks, capture them.”