Admit it—you're sick of those weird aliens.
They're not like us. They're different.
Their blue skin, their disgusting bodies, the way they live—it's all completely alien to everything we understand as civilization. Today, they tear apart and devour your family. Tomorrow, you'll be the next meal.
We live surrounded by creatures more like monsters from ancient legends than living beings we can understand or trust.
Our emotions don't match. Our logic isn't aligned.
And if anyone talks about "coexisting"—that's just a foolish dream that will never come true.
Now is the time to revive the true legacy of our ancestors.
Since the first humans left their home world, since our feet first touched foreign soil, we have carried one value embedded deep in every strand of our DNA: dominance.
That value may have been buried under dust from history and decaying peaceful cultures,
but I know...
I know it never died.
It just slept.
Waiting for the moment to rise.
To rise with us!
Listen!
All children of Earth, all humanity!
Hear the call of our ancestors!
From the blue planet where we were born, to the farthest reaches of the galaxy!
All languages, all nations, all skin colors… united in one great cry:
War! War! War!
We will fight—on planets, among stars, inside nebulae, through hyperspace corridors, and even in the depths of the warp!
Wherever it's needed… we will battle!
We fight for the future of humanity!
Even if we must burn oceans of stars and destroy entire galaxies to do so!
Send this message to every alien race that dares challenge humanity:
War is coming!
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Kenthelion stood at the center of the Supremacy's command bridge, flanked by the Warhound Oath and several other elite escort ships. His eyes burned like embers behind his golden helmet.
He activated an open broadcast across the entire communication network of the Avatar 2 universe, sending his fiery speech out to the entire fleet.
In an instant, the entire human armada sprang into motion.
Planet after planet, target after target, one by one were marked. This was no longer a defensive mission. This was conquest.
Kenthelion himself led the main fleet straight toward Pandora—the first planet destined to fall under the banner of the Imperium Caelestis.
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The green-glowing star of Pandora appeared before them all. The planet's colorful, mesmerizing surface was proof enough that this place held rare, breathtaking beauty.
Kenthelion
"How could such a beautiful planet be left to those filthy aliens? This place has been human territory since ancient times, but now it's merely occupied temporarily by those evil Na'vi."
Angron
"Exactly, Father. Those aliens don't deserve to live on this planet."
Suddenly, a familiar voice from the system echoed in Kenthelion's mind, pulling him back from his storm of thoughts.
System
"Hello, Host. I have a special mission for you. Are you willing to accept it?"
Kenthelion
"A special mission? You usually don't even speak to me anymore, do you?"
System
"That's your own fault, Host. You've been too busy slaughtering countless living beings, so I got overwhelmed too. But now, will you accept the mission or not?"
Kenthelion
"Of course I accept."
System
Ding!
"War mission launched. Note: Do not use Star Destroyer weapons before eliminating the will of this planet. Failure to comply will result in mission failure."
Kenthelion
"Understood."
Defying a planet's will was no small matter. He had to prepare everything meticulously. The first step in his plan was to kidnap the children of the main characters from Avatar 2.
Kenthelion
"Neteyam, Tuktirey, Lo'ak... take them."
Those were the names of Jake Sully's children—the main protagonist of the Na'vi. Kenthelion planned to capture as many key figures of the Na'vi as possible, and their children were their weakest point.
The more hostages he had, the stronger his control became. And his target was clear: only the children mattered.
From the battle footage playing on the holographic screen, Kenthelion watched the brutal clashes between his forces and the Na'vi. Then, he glanced at one of the senior officers nearby.
Kenthelion
"Send teams to capture the children of their tribes. Don't kill them, but wound them slightly. Then assign some seasoned veterans to keep watch and let them have an opening, as if they could escape. When they move, deploy the ambush squads."
This was more than a mission. It was psychological warfare. Kenthelion knew the planet's will wasn't something that could be crushed by brute force alone. But through fear, despair, and deep wounds… he could shatter the souls intertwined with that world.
His plan wasn't rushed. Like a game of chess, he would break his enemy's hope piece by piece. Starting from their families, then the entire Na'vi race.
Kenthelion
"Combine intel from multiple tribes. Find out who lives on this planet. Pandora isn't just the Na'vi of the Hometree clan. There's the sea tribe introduced in the second movie, and surely hidden tribes that the films never showed."
He then named someone with extensive experience fighting the Na'vi.
Kenthelion
"Miles Quaritch…"
Emperor Kenthelion stood proudly before the tactical holographic display as he called out to a man busy logging logistics. Colonel Miles Quaritch, still adapting to the advanced technology of the Imperium Caelestis, looked up slowly.
"Do you still remember someone named Miles Socorro—or as he was called, Spider?" Kenthelion asked calmly but with an intense edge.
Quaritch fell silent for a moment. His gaze was blank, then slowly his expression hardened, and his voice came out hoarse.
"Spider...? Miles... that was my son."
The tone carried a mix of emotions. A deep longing, but also a smoldering anger that hadn't yet faded.
Kenthelion gave a faint smile, narrowing his eyes as if scanning the colonel's reaction. He gently, yet meaningfully, patted Quaritch's shoulder.
"He's still alive, on Pandora. Living with the Na'vi tribe."
Seeing Quaritch's expression tense, Kenthelion quickly added:
"Don't worry. He's human. And as long as he doesn't betray his own species, we won't harm him."
But the next words came out cold as polar ice.
"But the other Na'vi… they will be wiped out. This planet can no longer be ridden by parasitic races that block humanity's progress."
Kenthelion's gaze hardened. To him, the universe was a hunting ground for power. Weak civilizations were meant to be replaced by the strong—that was natural law.
And to Kenthelion, Jake Sully, the Avatar protagonist, symbolized the greatest betrayal: abandoning his own kind to side with aliens.
"In the first part, he was just a minor traitor. But this time, he's cast away his humanity. He no longer deserves to be called human."
Kenthelion turned and issued his final command with a firm voice.
"Go and capture as many Na'vi children as possible. They will be useful for this mission."
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Operation Alpha Legion: Infiltration and Capture
Two Space Marines from the Alpha Legion, clad in ninth-generation biosignature dampening armor, silently descended toward Pandora's surface aboard a small stealth shuttle, nearly undetectable.
"Target: Location of Na'vi children's activities,"
one Marine whispered through the encrypted comm channel, his voice flat and emotionless.
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In the Forests of Pandora
The natural sounds of Pandora—the chirping crickets, rustling leaves, and soft bioluminescent glow—formed a peaceful rhythm deep within the majestic jungle.
Amid towering trees and giant roots, two Na'vi children ran and played without a care. A sturdy young Na'vi boy grinned excitedly at his smaller companion.
"Faster, you coward!"
he shouted as he dashed through glowing bushes, his feet light and dancing on the forest floor.
"Wait for me, Neteyam!"
Tuktirey laughed, breathless as she struggled to keep up.
From behind thick foliage, the helmet sensors of the Marines quietly activated.
Visual detection: Two Na'vi children.
Status: Unarmed.
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Near the River
Not far from the children's play area, Neytiri—the Omaticaya clan's daughter and a fierce warrior—watched them from a distance. A gentle smile blossomed on her face. In their carefree play, she saw a reflection of her own childhood—when the world was simpler and peaceful.
"Playtime's almost over. We need to return for dinner,"
she said softly but with undeniable authority.
"I'll be back here soon!"
Neteyam called out, waving before racing off again with Tuktirey.
But before Neytiri could respond, a strange breeze whispered through the leaves. Not an ordinary wind—an eerie chill that felt like breath from another world. The air grew heavy. Silence swallowed the forest.
Neytiri's body tensed instantly.
Her warrior instincts flared.
Her eyes scanned the surroundings, seeking the unseen disturbance.
"Thunderbeast with hammerhead...? Flashing thunderbeast...? The Striker...?"
she whispered in Na'vi, trying to identify the presence enveloping her.
"…Wrong."
Just one word. And by the time she realized it, it was too late.
Her vision darkened.
The world spun.
She staggered and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
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The Capture
"I found a filthy alien, bro,"
one of the Alpha Legion Space Marines said, staring down at Neytiri's prone form.
"Just haul her in. Maybe the Emperor will reward us or something."
Heavy footsteps echoed among the giant trees as two Space Marines approached, clad in bulky armor etched with unfamiliar symbols. They moved with terrifying efficiency and power, as if Pandora's jungle was nothing but their playground.
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Tuktirey's Scream
"Mom! Mom!"
Tuktirey, the youngest of Neytiri's children, suddenly froze. Her eyes widened, lips trembling.
From afar, she saw her mother's body—motionless, pressed down by a towering armored figure. Over two meters tall, a shadow of darkness incarnate.
"Mom…"
Her cry caught in her throat.
Her legs shook.
She stepped back—too slow.
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The Blitz Attack
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A hail of non-lethal stun rounds shattered the silence, raining down around them. In an instant, the Alpha Legion Space Marines hidden in the dense jungle sprang their ambush. Their movements were swift, precise, and deadly—taking down the unarmed Na'vi one by one.
"Grab those sacks. Toss them inside."
A cold order was barked.
Neytiri's children were captured mercilessly; their hands bound, bodies dragged into biological containment sacks. The sacks twitched weakly as they struggled inside but were powerless.
The heavy footsteps of the Space Marines continued. They combed the area, relentlessly hunting any who remained.
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The Desecrated Sacred Grounds
Unbeknownst to them, their steps carried them into a forbidden place—the sacred birthing grounds of the Na'vi clan.
A center of life, birth, filled with symbolism and ancestral spirit.
Now, the harsh clang of metal and heavy breaths of the invaders polluted the hallowed silence.
"Harvesting,"
one Space Marine said, lifting his helmet slightly to reveal a cynical smirk.
"That's right, bro. We just hit the alien jackpot."