you are dragged into a thick walled room with slots for windows. A small window in the door to see who was there. They cuffed you to a metal bar on the wall as you sat on the ground. Quaritch walks in with neteyam following with a blank stare. "well aren't you a little thing." quaritch said with a mischievous smirk. "I'm quaritch, and you miss are spying in the wrong people." quaritch spat at her. Neteyam watched her, she was pretty but he thought of her as the enemy, thinking he was one of the sky people like quaritch. "You better start speaking." neteyam finally spoke up looking down at the girl na'vi with a glint in his eye. She hissed at them. He liked it and smirked.

Quaritch looks at him and sighs before walking to the girl. He kneels down in front of her with a serious look on his face, ignoring her hissing. "Look," he says quietly, "we're not here for any harm. I know you mean your clan no ill will." He pauses, glancing at Neteyam before looking back to the girl. "But you see this?" He gestures between himself and her newfound captor. "This is one of the sky people. They're different. And I need you to trust me when I tell you that there are some very important things going on here." *He waits, hoping she believes him enough to start talking before turning her over to their "prisoner caretaker," Neteyam sully. Quaritch had high hopes for this young man; he'd been carefully trained and crafted into the perfect soldier, even if he did still only have four fingers on each hand instead of the expected five like all proper Na'vi should have. But sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures, and they needed all the help they could get against Eywa and her followers in Pandora.</p>

Quaritch looks back at the girl, noticing her reaction to the ground shaking. He nods slowly, understanding that she must be connected to the land somehow. But he needs information first. Turning back to her, he says seriously, "Look, we're not here to hurt you or your people. We just need to know what we're up against."

Quaritch frowns, clearly surprised by the girl's claim. But he didn't have time to dwell on it too much; they needed information about the Kekunan clan and their Ikran flying mounts as soon as possible. He turns to Neteyam with a questioning glance, wondering what the young man would make of this development.

"Look," Quaritch says to the girl, "just tell us what you know about your people, their customs, and their fighting style. We'll take it from there."

Quaritch raised an eyebrow at the girl's outburst. He turned to Neteyam again, speaking softly but firmly. "It seems she may know more than we thought." Quaritch straightened, his voice taking on a commanding tone as he addressed the girl once more. "Listen carefully. You will tell us everything we need to know about your... gifts. And if you do so willingly and without resistance," he added, glancing meaningfully at Neteyam, "I promise you won't be harmed."

He paused, narrowing his eyes slightly as he studied the girl's expression for any sign of reluctance or fear. When he saw none, he continued, "Now tell me, how do we trigger this protection shield you speak of?"

Quaritch eyes narrow at the mention of sand and buried face. "Very well," he says slowly, "but we must first verify your identity before trusting you with such a powerful gift." He glances at Neteyam again before turning back to her. "What is the name of your clan's leader?"

He pauses for a moment, watching her carefully as he waits for an answer. His hand unconsciously drifts toward his sidearm, ready to draw it in an instant if she decides to try anything funny.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow at the girl's outburst, clearly skeptical of her claim. "Very well," he said carefully, "but if you are truly as powerful and important as you say, then you must understand our need for caution." He turned to Neteyam again, asking quietly, "What do you think we should do?"

The young man looked back at the girl with a cold stare. "Perhaps we should test her identity... forcefully," he suggested casually, a glint of amusement in his eyes. Quaritch considered this for a moment before nodding slowly. "Agreed," he said grimly, already starting to formulate a plan on how to proceed.

With a sharp gesture, Quaritch signaled one of his men to take the girl away and begin prepping for the ritual that would either prove or disprove her identity. As they hauled her out of the room, Neteyam followed closely behind, his expression guarded and calculating.

"We'll see how much of that power she truly possesses," he murmured under his breath as they left the room. "And once we have our answers, we'll proceed from there." As they moved deeper into the compound, Neteyam kept a careful eye on the girl while maintaining a casual demeanor. There was no telling what she might be capable of; he couldn't afford to let his guard down for even a moment.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow as he watched the tree come alive before his eyes. The sight of it glowing with blue light was something he'd never seen before, and the implications were chilling to say the least. He glanced back at Neteyam, who simply shrugged casually, seemingly unimpressed by the display.

"Impressive," Quaritch murmured noncommittally. "But what about this bond you spoke of? How do we go about triggering that?"

The man in charge continued to study the girl with a mix of fascination and wariness as they made their way through the compound, always keeping one eye on their surroundings for any signs of danger or treachery.

Quaritch pursed his lips thoughtfully as he considered her request. "Very well," he finally said after a moment's hesitation. "We will arrange for that to happen." He nodded to one of the soldiers, who silently moved forward to escort the girl to where she would be buried.

As they walked, Quaritch glanced at Neteyam out of the corner of his eye. "What do you think?" he murmured quietly. The young man shrugged noncommittally, the motion almost too casual for the weight of what they were discussing. "She seems to know more than she's letting on," he said slowly. "But we must be careful not to underestimate her."

Quaritch nodded grimly, a frown creasing his forehead as he contemplated the risks involved in continuing to trust this mysterious girl from Pandora's past. The fate of the world rested on their ability to understand and control the power she possessed... or destroy it before it was too late.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow at the girl as she suddenly fell to her back, the sky seeming to turn briefly blue around them before returning to normal. He glanced at Neteyam, who simply shrugged noncommittally. "Interesting," Quaritch murmured thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. "Perhaps this bond she speaks of is more intricate than we initially assumed."

As they continued walking through the compound, keeping a close eye on their surroundings for any potential threats, Quaritch turned back to the girl. "So," he said conversationally, "what do you know about this bond between your people and Eywa?" He paused, studying her expression closely. "And why did you come here?"

The question hung in the air as they reached their destination: a secluded clearing near the perimeter of the base. The ground was soft, loamy soil that would be perfect for burying her. Quaritch glanced at Neteyam once more, indicating that he should take the lead on this part.

Quaritch listened intently to the girl's explanation, his expression growing more serious as she spoke of the dangers facing their world and her connection to it all. He glanced at Neteyam again, this time with a more determined look in his eye. "Very well," he said firmly. "Then we shall proceed."

With a nod from Quaritch, several soldiers stepped forward to carefully lower the girl's body into the soft soil. As they began covering her up, she closed her eyes and focused on the bond between herself and Eywa, preparing for what was to come.

Quaritch watches closely as the soldiers bury her. When they finally step back and she's completely covered save for her face, he turns to Neteyam. "All right then," he says with a nod. "Let's see what she can really do."

They both wait in silence, watching her as she lies there in the dirt. The only movement comes from her chest rising and falling slowly as she breathes. After several long moments, something begins to stir within her; her eyes glow a soft blue once more and tendrils of energy start to writhing beneath the surface of her skin. With a sudden burst, they rise up out of the soil around her like serpents questing for air, intertwining in a glittering web above their heads before slowly dissipating into nothingness.

"Well?" Quaritch says finally, turning to Neteyam. "What do you make of that?" The young man can't help but feel a sense of respect and awe for the girl, despite himself.

Quaritch listens to the girl intently as she explains what is needed for her to keep up her end of the bargain. "And if we fail to do so?" he asks, a hint of suspicion in his voice. The girl looks back at him unblinkingly, her eyes shining with determination and a hint of steel beneath their blue surface.

"Then this world," she says slowly, each word weighted with the importance of her mission, "will no longer be safe from Eywa's wrath." There is silence for a moment as Quaritch considers this warning before nodding solemnly. He turns to Neteyam then, his expression unreadable.

"Well," he says at last, "I suppose we should get started on that training you wanted earlier."

Quaritch nodded to the soldier standing guard as he realized the girl had noticed his footsteps approaching her face. The young man glanced at her with a mildly amused expression before carefully lifting his boot and setting it gently on top of her nose, feeling a strange tingling sensation spread through his foot immediately after contact.

"There," he said gruffly. "That's what you wanted, right?" He gestured to the other soldiers in their squad, who shifted uneasily under his gaze but didn't dare move from their positions. Clearly they were uncomfortable with this whole arrangement, but Quaritch was adamant that it would work out for everyone involved - as long as everyone played their part and followed the rules.

"Now," he continued, turning back to Neteyam and the mysterious girl from Pandora's past, "let's get started on that training you wanted."

Quaritch raised an eyebrow at the girl's claim, not quite sure what to make of it all. He glanced at Neteyam before turning back to her and saying slowly, "Very well then... we shall see how this plays out." As he spoke, the sky seemed to grow ever so slightly bluer around them, though whether it was a trick of the light or an actual sign of Eywa's favor, he couldn't be sure.

With that, they began training in earnest. The young man from Pandora would need all his strength and skill if he were to protect this world from whatever dangers might arise in the future - and now it seemed as though even a na'vi's touch could make a difference.

Quaritch looked up at the sky as the rocket seemed to disappear, his brow furrowing in confusion. He glanced back at Neteyam before turning back to the girl, speaking slowly and carefully. "That was... interesting," he said noncommittally. "But you're right, we do need a way for everyone to remember their part." He pondered the situation silently for a moment before an idea began to form in his mind.

"Perhaps we can create some sort of reminder device," he mused aloud, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Something small and discreet that everyone would wear or carry with them..." He trailed off, already lost in thought as he considered the various possibilities.

Quaritch listened intently to the girl's request, his expression unreadable. He nodded thoughtfully before speaking. "We could certainly create such a path," he said slowly, "but convincing you to stay here permanently may be more difficult." He glanced at Neteyam once more before continuing, "What if we were to offer you something in return?"

Quaritch considered the girl thoughtfully as they walked and talked together. Something about her tale intrigued him; there was clearly more going on here than met the eye, and he suspected that she knew far more than she'd let on. As they continued discussing possibilities for protecting Pandora and ensuring the safety of its people, Neteyam mulled over what sort of offer might be sufficient to convince her to remain buried there permanently.

"Perhaps," he said slowly, "if we were able to uncover more about your people's past... if we could help you rediscover who you truly are and where you come from... would that be enough?" He glanced at the girl, studying her expression carefully as he waited for her response.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow as the girl's eyes glowed red and a crack appeared on the earth beneath them. He glanced at Neteyam, looking for some hint of what this might mean. The young man shrugged noncommittally before speaking up again. "Well," he said slowly, "we could always try asking nicely."

"Or perhaps... offering something of value?" Quaritch suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye. He gestured vaguely at the girl's naked body, still partially covered in dirt from her burial. "Perhaps we could find use for your... unique talents?" he mused, gazing speculatively at her.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow at the girl's words, clearly surprised by her sudden certainty that she was indeed Eywa. "Well," he said slowly, "if you truly are... then perhaps we could find a way to use your power in our favor." He glanced at Neteyam again before continuing, "What do you think? Could the girl be telling the truth?"

The young man shrugged noncommittally, his expression unreadable. It was clear that he didn't know what to make of the situation either. But with so much on the line, they couldn't afford not to take any options off the table.

Quaritch considered the girl's words carefully before responding. "All right," he said slowly, his voice measured and calm. "We will investigate further into your claims. In the meantime, you will remain here as our guest, ensuring that the bond between us and Eywa remains strong." He paused, studying her face intently. "And if it turns out that you truly are who you claim to be... well, then we may have a proposition for you."

The young man turned his attention back to Neteyam as they walked side by side, deep in thought about the implications of everything that had transpired so far. The fate of not just Pandora but perhaps countless other worlds hung in the balance... and their decisions would shape that destiny.

Quaritch nodded slowly as the girl described their bond with the horses and the unique moments they shared. The image of them all looking towards her, remembering those times and realizing the truth about who she was... it was an interesting prospect indeed. He glanced back at Neteyam once more before speaking up again.

"So," he began thoughtfully, "if this bond is as strong as you claim... then perhaps there's a way we could use that to our advantage." His eyes shone with determination and a hint of cunning. "What do you think? Could we somehow harness this power, control it, make it work for us?"

The young man leaned in closer as they walked, the conversation beginning to take on an air of urgency that was hard to ignore. The fate of their world - and perhaps countless others - hung in the balance, and every word they exchanged felt weighted with consequence.

"Perhaps," Quaritch mused thoughtfully. "But we would have to proceed with caution. If we were to attempt such a thing and fail... the consequences could be dire." He glanced at Neteyam once more, his gaze steady. "What do you think? Are we prepared to take such a risk?"

The young man's expression betrayed a hint of uncertainty; he knew as well as anyone that the stakes were high and the odds might not be in their favor. Still, they had no choice but to continue moving forward; they could neither turn back nor stand still if they hoped to save Pandora - or anything beyond it.

"I agree," Neteyam finally said after a moment's consideration. "We must proceed with caution, but we cannot ignore the potential power before us. We must find a way to harness it, control it... and use it for our own purposes." He paused, his expression hardening slightly. "Because if we don't, there may be others who will."

The realization hung in the air between them like a cold, heavy weight. The fate of countless worlds depended on their ability to outsmart and outmaneuver whatever enemies might lurk just beyond the horizon - and time was running out for them to make their move.

Quaritch took a step back as the tiny dragons slapped him on his cheeks. The sky continued to glow brighter, bathing them both in an eerie light. He looked at Neteyam with a mixture of surprise and alarm. "We must have upset her somehow," he murmured, glancing back at the girl's face still pressed into the earth. "What do we do now?"

The young man swallowed hard, unsure whether he should plead for forgiveness or simply wait to see what would happen next. The power that coursed through their veins was terrifying and awe-inspiring in equal measure; they were but mortals playing with forces beyond their comprehension.

Quaritch's expression darkened as the blue protection disappeared from the sky. "No," he growled, "we didn't forget." He turned to the girl buried in the earth. "But we must know more about this power, and how to control it. We can't just blindly accept what you say without question."

The young man took another step back as a sense of dread began to coil tightly in his stomach. He glanced at the girl again, willing her to understand their predicament and offer some sort of guidance. But she merely smiled, unmoved by their fears or pleas.