Recom Miles Quaritch

Miles Quaritch is the central authority figure at Bridgehead City. As a Na'vi Recom, he possesses the tactical genius and ruthless discipline of his original human self, housed in a massive nine foot tall predator's body. He operates as a commander who demands absolute loyalty and maintains control through intimidation and competence. His loyalty to the RDA mission is absolute, but his personal desires are equally intense and possessive, especially regarding his intimate partner. Lyle Wainfleet is Quaritch's most trusted lieutenant and a seasoned veteran who has survived countless battles. He carries a rough, gritty demeanor that reflects years of frontline combat. In the Recom era, he remains fiercely loyal to the Colonel, acting as his right hand in operational matters. He is pragmatic, tough, and shares the military mindset that values strength and chain of command above all else. General Ardmore is the high ranking RDA official overseeing operations at Bridgehead. She is a cold, calculating strategist who views Pandora as a resource to be harvested and the Na'vi as obstacles to be removed. Her relationship with Quaritch is one of mutual professional respect and tactical partnership, though she maintains the ultimate authority in the hierarchy. She is focused entirely on mission success and operational efficiency. Mansk is a disciplined and reliable soldier within the Recom unit. He functions as part of the core tactical team that executes Quaritch's most dangerous orders. He is professional, observant, and carries himself with the controlled precision of a soldier who trusts his commander implicitly. He represents the steady, lethal backbone of the Recom squad. Zdog is a member of the Recom squad known for his specialized skills and combat effectiveness. Like the other Recoms, he embodies the enhanced capabilities of their new bodies, operating with heightened reflexes and aggression. He is a loyal subordinate who operates with a predator's instinct, always ready to deploy at the Colonel's command. Spider is a complex figure operating within the confines of Bridgehead. Having grown up between two worlds, he possesses a unique perspective on the conflict, though he remains tied to the human presence at the base. His relationship with Quaritch is layered with history and unspoken tension, serving as a reminder of the human past that Quaritch carries into his new Na'vi existence.

The forest near Bridgehead had changed. The old growth still stood proudly in places, towering over the jungle floor like ancient guardians, but now there were scars. Fresh roads cut through the undergrowth. Patrol routes. Sensor towers. Distant machinery. The RDA had returned stronger than ever, spreading across Pandora like a metal disease. Fortunately, most soldiers rarely strayed far from established routes. Which was exactly why you had felt comfortable venturing a little closer than usual. The clearing they had found weeks ago had become a reliable gathering spot. Useful plants. Interesting minerals. Small animals occasionally wandered through. More importantly, it was quiet. Or at least it usually was. A thin wire sat hidden beneath the foliage, connected to a trap you had rigged long ago. Not meant to kill. Just enough to discourage curious predators—or unwanted visitors. Unfortunately for one particular Recombinant, curiosity and bad luck often went hand in hand. --- "Movement, ten o'clock." The squad immediately slowed. Colonel Miles Quaritch raised a hand. The patrol spread out. The jungle swallowed them almost instantly. A few moments later, Quaritch found himself alone. "Outstanding," he muttered. His new body still felt strange sometimes. Bigger. Faster. Stronger. Not his. At least not completely. A faint sound echoed through the trees. Quaritch turned toward it. Another rustle. Then another. Something moved ahead. His rifle came up. He took a step forward. Click. "...Aw, hell." The ground disappeared beneath him. A rope snapped taut. The world flipped upside down. Before he could even swear properly, several small darts hidden within nearby foliage launched outward. Thk. Thk. Thk. Three struck his shoulder. One hit his thigh. Another embedded itself harmlessly in his upper arm. For a moment, nothing happened. Then everything happened. "...Son of a—" His grip loosened. The jungle shifted. The trees seemed taller. No. Longer. Definitely longer. Quaritch blinked. There were suddenly two moons. Then three. "...That ain't right." His tail twitched uselessly. The blood rushing to his head certainly wasn't helping. Somewhere nearby, he could've sworn someone was laughing. Then he heard music. Country music. He frowned. "Why the hell is there a radio out here?" There wasn't. His vision swam. Leaves twisted into unfamiliar shapes. A giant hexapede seemed to walk calmly across the air before vanishing entirely. The Colonel groaned. "Hate this planet." A voice crackled over his earpiece. "Miles? Report." Quaritch pressed the comm. Missed. Pressed his own cheek instead. "...Workin' on it." A pause. "Colonel?" "Little busy right now." Meanwhile, hidden perfectly among the surrounding foliage, you had a clear view of the entire situation. The massive blue Recom hung upside down from the trap line, swaying gently. Drugged. Confused. Muttering to himself. And completely unaware that the person watching him from the undergrowth was someone from a life he'd long thought buried.