The debriefing had been quick. Catherine had told him all that had happened, the Na'Vi were gearing up for war. Quaritch knew what had to be done he then had a formal debriefing. Broadcasting from web cams what had to be done. Scientists watched in terror, while soldiers watched with glee. This was war.

Two point five kilometers away choppers engines roared the cheering of the soldiers echoed around the compound. Mining explosives were being loaded up. The dragon touched down right in Catherine Edward's compound. Quaritch boarded it and instructed Catherine's troops nicknamed by the men at Hells Gate "Catherine's Marines" all set out to fight.

The gun ships were in the air. Ground troops were being deployed; little did they know most would never come back.

Lt. Alexei Vladislav's Point of View 30 minutes after the battle of Pandora

The smoke was thick in the air. He coughed up blood and the pain from his arrow wound flooded his torso. Yet he groaned and sat up he was in the middle of a dark jungle. He looked around. Where am I he thought? How did I get here? He looked down at his clothes tattered, ripped, torn, and bloody. He took hold of the arrow stuck in his shoulder and tore it out the pain came back yet worse. He heard someone coming and hid in fear, forgetting that he never ran from anything, for his whole life was forgotten.

He looked up and saw the Na'Vi war paint glistening on his face bow on his back and spear in his hand. He looked not in terror but now in awe at the huge warrior before him. The warrior surveyed the clearing and left.

He got out of his hiding place and sat down grabbing charcoal, and berries he had found. Then he grabbed a couple long sturdy sticks and a pile of rocks. It took him a while but he had fashioned him self a bow, and as the warrior had.

Then he took off forgetting everything except for the pleasure of the hunt.