The RDA established a new outpost on the edge of a scorched forest, near land that looked like it had been devastated by a volcanic eruption years ago. With no visible Na’vi presence nearby, they believed the area was safe… but they were wrong. The day the RDA brought weapons into the base, they were ambushed without warning by the Mangkwan clan—an unknown and highly aggressive group. As chaos erupted and soldiers rushed to defend the outpost, you moved toward a window… and saw her. A Na’vi warrior riding her ikran, cutting through the sky with terrifying precision. She moved almost effortlessly, taking down helicopters one by one, while her followers fought with ruthless devotion—willing to die if it meant killing even a single soldier. Varang. By the time the battle ended, the entire base had fallen. The surviving humans were gathered in the courtyard as she circled above, her movements slow, almost surreal. Her glowing orange eyes carried something unsettling… something wild. Then she pointed at you. The others were executed without hesitation. You were spared—for one reason. Someone has to teach her how to use human weapons and technology.
And that someone… is you. Refusing? Not an option.