The Avatar Chronicles
Prologue
It was us who fired the first shot that started the war. Since our nearly three decades that we have been on this rock we have never felt welcome. Everything on this rock is out to get us, or that's what it seems like most of the time. Back home, on Earth, we are at the top of the food chain, but out here we are closer to the bottom of the chain than near the top. Daily attacks from fauna and even some flora keeps everyone on their toes when they are outside of the safety of the colony. Even the natives offer little welcome to us. I mean, why should they? We come to their homes and uproot tree after tree and scar the earth on our quest to mine a valuable mineral that sustains the upper echelons of our planet.
They say that this mineral is what is going to lead to the technology tree branching out even further, sparking new ideas and "improve society" as we know it. This rock helped develop and operate energy generators which many people use, maglev trains that not everyone uses, hyperchip production which a few people use, ISVs that fewer still use, and superluminal communication which next to no one uses. This isn't helping or improving society. This is just helping humanity on its quest for speed. And that's were we come to the first bump in the road.
The Na'vi won't give up this mineral easily as it is what makes up most of their most sacred sights and locations. Terran and Na'vi relations have been stretched to the near braking point. Small skirmishes have broken out whenever the two species collide. That's where we come in. We've been given many names, Ghosts, Wolves, Manipulators, Puppeteers, and Divers. But we are most commonly known as Avatars.
*All information collected in this file was obtained at great personal risk. This information is deemed classified and top secret. Within contains the truth that the Resource Development Administration (RDA) doesn't want you to know. Read with caution. Once you know the truth, there is no going back.
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