After Emperor Kenthelion issued the order for the Inquisitor to bind the four Na'vi children—traitors to humanity now strapped atop the Penitent Engine—he turned his gaze toward the officer commanding the nearby forest troops.
"Deploy all starfighters. Wipe out their air force with a full-scale siege."
Mechanicus units and engineering personnel swiftly mobilized, laying out railway lines and constructing forward outposts. Ground forces began surrounding the enemy, tightening the noose from every direction.
"Commence heavy artillery bombardment!"
Kenthelion had never intended to face the Na'vi head-on in their own jungle. His goal was clear: to cull the forest population as efficiently as possible.
"Prepare incendiary bombs. Ready them for deployment into the forest."
More than a dozen TIE fighters shot forward in tight formation.
With a deafening roar of engines, they began dropping incendiary bombs from above.
WHIIIIIIIZZZ—KRA-BOOOOM!!!
Explosions followed one after another, and colossal trees were swiftly consumed by flames. The fire spread rapidly, racing through the jungle in every direction.
The inferno raged. Towering trees collapsed, one by one, into the blazing sea of destruction.
"Let the armored units lead the assault. Everyone else, cover the flanks and lower paths."
Ten AT-ATs marched in full force, advancing with slow, implacable power.
"Move! Now!"
Behind them, dozens of stormtroopers surged forward, followed closely by Terran marines, Marauders, Hellbats, and Goliaths—relentlessly gunning down every wounded Na'vi creature that tried to escape.
"Attention! No Na'vi presence detected in Area A. We are pressing forward."
The forest was divided into three primary zones: Area A on the outermost edge, Area B in the central region, and Area C near the Hallelujah Mountains.
"The enemy has yet to mobilize outside the forest. They've requested air force protection. Operation continues."
"Understood."
Five X-wing fighters began their approach toward the floating mountains ahead. Soon, a massive surge of biological activity lit up their reconnaissance instruments.
"All units, alert! Enemy presence confirmed in the mountains! I repeat, enemy presence confirmed in the mountains! Requesting backup! Requesting immediate backup!"
Once the report reached ground radar, two TIE fighter formations and one X-wing squadron were immediately redirected to the location.
"Support will arrive in three minutes. Stay alert and avoid drawing enemy suspicion."
"Roger that."
The X-wing pilot circled the area cautiously, then gradually pulled back, tagging the site as a potential ambush zone.
"Jack, are we really going through with this?" a Na'vi warrior asked, eyes fixed on the scorched mountains and smoldering forests in the distance.
Jack, mounted atop his Toruk, turned his gaze with unwavering resolve.
"If they win once, they'll think they can win again. It's time they paid dearly for underestimating us."
A column of AT-TE walkers followed behind, flanked by clone troopers wielding DC-15A blaster rifles, fully combat-ready.
The All Terrain Tactical Enforcer — AT-TE — stood tall on six sturdy legs, offering unmatched stability despite its limited speed. Its body was split into two armored segments, joined by a flexible coupler that allowed for agile maneuvering across difficult terrain.
At its front, four ball-mounted laser turrets were ready to shred anything in their path, while a heavy howitzer and twin rear laser cannons secured the back. Its armor could deflect light fire, but a well-placed anti-tank rocket could still cripple its propulsion system.
"Jack! Enemy movement ahead!"
Na'vi warriors were charging into battle atop terrifying, fully-armored horses—six-legged beasts, each a third larger than the biggest horse ever seen on Earth. Their bodies were hairless, marked with bioluminescent patterns, and protected by flexible carbon-fiber plating that ran from head to neck.
"Don't panic. Wait until they're deep in the trap," Jack commanded through gritted teeth.
This wasn't just about vengeance for his wife anymore—it was about the survival of the entire Na'vi bloodline.
The will of the planet had ignited the spirits of every living creature on Pandora. Strange and deadly beasts surged toward the battlefield, answering the call of war.
"Attack!"
ULUULUULUULUUU!!
The Na'vi war cry echoed across the land, primal and electrifying.
The Na'vi warriors let out a thunderous war cry, charging forward with unstoppable speed and ferocity.
At the signal, a primal roar erupted from thousands of Na'vi throats. Without hesitation, they surged ahead, riding armored mounts, forming a blue wave that struck like a storm.
"All units, alert! Enemy detected in Area B!"
"Mission's almost done. I'm racing to get home for dinner."
"Let's wrap this up fast! We've got a beer date at the battlecruiser bar!"
Casual but sharp chatter echoed between the clones and Terran troops. The moment the alert sounded, all units halted their advance and snapped into tightly coordinated defensive formations with military precision.
"Debug all heavy weapons. Prepare for direct engagement."
The frontline was held by the 41st Elite Corps soldiers clad in the latest combat armor. Right behind them stood Dauntless-class Terminators and seasoned Space Marines, towering in energy shields that radiated galactic dominance. On both flanks, various units from the Terran Dominion Marines and Adeptus Astartes formed dense battle wings.
Further back, all-terrain tactical vehicles—from Siege Tanks and Predator-class tanks to Valkyrie Dropships—were ready to deliver maximum fire support and battlefield mobility.
But the Na'vi had no idea this time they weren't facing ordinary mercenaries or corporate humanoid robots. They were up against forces forged in the crucible of the Clone Wars, tempered in the hellfires of Warhammer 40K, and hardened by the apocalyptic hordes of StarCraft's Zerg swarms.
Their enemy this time wasn't just a foe—they were war machines that had witnessed worlds crumble and still stood firm.
With a deafening roar, thousands of Na'vi charged like a blue steel storm. They rode armored ikrans and weaponized warhorses, wielding organic weaponry and spears fused with hybrid tech scavenged from previous battlefields.
"AAAAHHHH!!"
"ULUULUULUULUUU!!"
Primal battle cries echoed through the valley, crafting a sacred war atmosphere through their eyes. Their initial victory bred overconfidence—they believed if they'd won before, they could win again.
But they were wrong.
The Caelestis Imperium officer, leader of the human contingent, stood tall atop his command walker, watching enemy movements with cold eyes. He knew this wasn't a battle—it was an execution.
Through the tactical comms, his chilling voice boomed the final order.
"Fire."
In an instant, the air was filled with explosions and the rapid-fire crackle of blasters. DC-15 blasters, C-14 Gauss Rifles, and heavy plasma cannons unleashed death onto the charging wave of Na'vi.
At the front lines, Terran Marine units let loose bursts from their C-14 Gauss Rifles. The clinking of bullets and bursts of energy created a hellish rhythm amid grenade launcher detonations and micro-nuke pods launching from the shoulders of heavy infantry.
Meanwhile, Terminators opened fire with Assault Cannons and Storm Bolters, slicing through enemy ranks like meteor showers crashing to the ground.
From above, AI-driven combat drones and fighter jets dropped precision bombs and thermobaric rockets, tearing through the sky with fiery light and deafening blasts.
The Na'vi, who had charged in tight formation, began to break apart. Their warhorses collapsed, armored ikrans burned in midair, and armed bodies were flung backward by the overwhelming force of high-caliber gunfire.
The battle wasn't over yet—but dominance was clear.
"Rat-tat-tat!"
"Brrrraaaaap!"
"Fshhhhhh!"
"Kaboom!"
A relentless barrage of gunfire, flame bursts, and explosions shattered the majestic silence of Pandora's forest. Oranges, reds, and blues from the blasts lit up every direction—ripping into the Na'vi mounted on armored warhorses.
Blue bodies were thrown, burned, and shattered, staining the forest floor with blood and smoldering remnants of life.
The Space Marines' bolt rifles roared—each shot packing a devastating punch. High-caliber metal bolts tore through Na'vi bodies, turning them into scattered chunks of flesh raining down like bloody hail.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
Behind them, automatic cannons, howitzers, and Dreadnought plasma turrets opened up. The heavy metal thunder shook the battlefield, spewing projectiles and plasma energy capable of pulverizing anything in their path.
The Dreadnoughts at the rear weren't just war machines—they were walking fortresses, each wielding firepower that outclassed even the heaviest super tanks.
"Damn it! Enemy frontal firepower is too strong! We need support now!"
"Copy that. Stand by."
Atop a cliff, a group of Ikran Makto—the Na'vi elite aerial infiltrators.
But they quickly became easy targets.
Automated radar systems locked onto them immediately. In moments, anti-air weapons—from both the Terran fleet and Imperium defenses—swiveled upward and opened fire.
"Vrrrraaaat! Dzzzztt! BOOM!"
One by one, the Ikran Makto exploded midair, leaving trails of smoke and burning remains that fell like cursed rain.
"Support has arrived. Enemy air units are being neutralized."
The sky, once filled with hope and courage, now burned with flames and utter destruction.