The humanoid figure suspended in a stasis tank slowly lifted its head. It could see through the glass, though barely, to a woman in a lab coat sitting at a desk, looking bored. The woman glanced over at the stasis tank occasionally, then at her monitor, then down to the phone she was clearly paying more attention to. Whatever her task here was, it must not be very intensive if she only needed to glance at her monitor. The figure slowly lifted its hand, and could see the strange suit it was in, the material heavy and thick. As its hand lifted, the woman looked back up again. The figure quickly froze, holding still to try to remain unnoticed. After the woman looked back down, the figure reached out and was about to touch the glass when the monitor flashed, and the woman's attention was once again on the occupant of the stasis tank. She stood up, preparing to leave, as she reached for a radio on her belt. Knowing whatever was coming couldn't be good, the occupant of the stasis tank reached forward. As soon as their fingers brushed the glass of the tank, a pulse of purple light spread from their hand, and the glass shattered. The flow of liquid quickly splashed them to the ground, and knocked the woman off her feet, the radio spinning away across the floor, unactivated. The figure stood, reaching up to pull at the stasis suit to no avail. As the woman scrambled away, the figure reached out and again the purple light flowed forth, encasing the woman in a bubble, immobile, before she could react. The suited figure stumbled towards the door, pushing its way through, and towards the exit to the building. As they did, another scientist in a lab coat noticed them, and shouted.
"Oh, Elders!" The scientist raised a radio at her belt to her mouth, panicking and shouting "The avatar is escaping! I repeat: The avatar is escaping!" before the stumbling figure waved it's hand, but instead of a purple bubble of light, the woman suddenly straightened, blinked, and slowly spoke into the radio. "All is under control. The Avatar is returning to its stasis tank."
A voice spoke back over the radio, and though the scientist was the one with the device, the escapee could hear it too. "Understood. Dropship returning to base. Alert us again if the Avatar makes another escape attempt."
The figure couldn't speak of it's own, but the scientist seemed to hear it's thoughts. She pointed the way to the exit, before calmly returning to her desk, the purple glow behind her eyes unfading as she got back to work. The Avatar moved more coherently now, walking with purpose down the hall, towards fresh, clean air. As they neared, a pair of black-armored troopers turned and raised rifles. They shouted at the Avatar, but it could not comprehend their voices. It raised it's hand, and lances of light shot from it into their chests. The pair of soldiers dropped like stones, falling dead to the ground. The Avatar stepped out into the open air, and raised its hands to feel for any opening in its suit. Finally growing frustrated, it channeled the strange power and simply broke the mask, ripping the suit to shreds, and claimed clothes from the fallen troopers, as the deadly lances of light had left no trace of damage on the corpses. The avatar took its first breath of fresh air. It didn't know a word for this feeling, but it knew it was something to be cherished. For the first time, the escaped Avatar felt alive.