Avatar: A lost survivor on Pandora

Liam stared at the body for a few more seconds, it was easy again. It was an easy death for Quaritch as well but it's better to kill him now, he wanted to make this man suffer more but knew better.

Torturing someone to simply bring a meager amount of satisfaction out of it wasn't what he wanted to do, it was pointless and a waste of time for the same end result.

"Hey! Liam, can you hear me? Do you need medical support?", the worried voice of Grace suddenly entered his ears, this let him refocus on the present.

"No, you don't need to worry and Colonel Miles Quaritch is dead, I killed him. And I have taken Max's watch back.", he answered her but his voice was also sent to Norm, Trudy, and Jake through the microphone in his helmet.

"Thank you, he wouldn't have wanted it around the wrist of one such rabid animal a second more.", after a few long seconds Grace said, her voice with righteous fury, sadness, and a hint of joy. The others on the lines stayed silent outside of Jake who audibly sighed in relief.

"We have won.", Liam added right after with no true joy in his voice, there was still immense relief as if a pressure that was almost crushing him was lifted from his shoulder however but this wasn't a pleasant victory.

And it was but the first battle won of many to come. It's a war for him, the humans having betrayed the RDA, the Na'vi, and Eywa but for this corporation, it was but a simple loss of profit they will try to rectify by all means necessary that wouldn't directly alter the source itself.

However, even with that tone of voice he could hear the cheers from everyone and that still managed to bring a smile to his face.

"Yeah we won.", he mumbled under his breath before, too low for anyone to hear, but it wasn't the end. Far from it. And the stream voices speaking of many things on the radio was proof of it, the battle was but a part of an all.

He ordered the Valkyrie main computer to start the autopilot mode that will let the spaceship fly back to Hell's Gate, the turrets had already been changed on what to and to not shoot, he didn't need to inform anyone about not shooting it as it was known already.

All of the people inside were dead, the two pilots included and he didn't know how to pilot such a machine safely on the first try. He was reckless, not stupid.

How he killed them was simple, he changed the spaceship's life support parameters and as expected it had grievous consequences on the biological beings inside, even the ones with an exopack over their faces. 

A violent and sudden increase and decrease in air pressure and with the protocol that was made to clean and filter the air out when no humans should be on board. 

And that wasn't all, he used the help of repair and cleaning bots that had their programs tweaked with several new lines of code in their system. It changed what they should work on from their usual objectives to humans.

As such none of the nine humans on board at the time were alive, adding to that the panic and confusion brought by it all. 

One of the SecOps didn't even react until the drill of a repair drone was deep in his cranium and another got his throat neck cut wide open by the high-pressure washer of a cleaning drone while staring in shock at what was happening. 

Even here, Liam wanted the death to be as quick as possible, he had programmed all of it for this purpose. He could multitask but not to the extent of controlling two bots at once with the entirety of a spaceship's complex system while at the same time fighting with all of his gear and being under a rain of bullets and anti-tank weapons.

It was asking for a mistake to happen on his end, superhuman as he may be he couldn't do everything at once and even less do it to perfection. Maybe with training and more experience but not now.

But it was nothing to be proud of, even if by all means what he did to pull that off was impressive, it was a necessity. There was nothing in what happened today to be proud of.

The ones in the Valkyrie needed to die as the possibility of one of them deciding to go kamikaze in desperation and make the multiton worth of explosive charge blow up from within was a very real possibility. That would be an end he didn't want.

It's better to nip the problem right in the bud when given the opportunity than when too late and past the point of being capable of regret.

He smelled incredibly bad, both from blood, pieces of flesh, mud, and his sweat but the last he couldn't do much for now and was overwhelmed by the first three. 

'I need to clean myself of this blood before I go to the Tree of Souls…', Liam thought, walking up to the corpse of Quaritch and taking the relatively intact dog tag around the burned-up neck. 

He moved up a tree and ran from branch to branch, the cry of the RDA employee bellow resisting from time to time as the animals continued their massacres, a massacre he was sure would last for a few more minutes.

None of them even focused on him, however, at most a glance before they continued on and as such he arrived at a small river where crystal clear water flowed. 

He rinsed his armor of most that was on it, the metallic part of it ending clean with more problems on the fabric it will need a more thorough washing later but that was good enough for now. 

Finally, after one more minute, he arrived at his destination, and the sight almost made him cringe. What he saw wasn't pleasant but it was expected, it was better than he anticipated even.

Wounded, from a simple scratch to missing limbs could be seen in the hundreds as more came from the forest. The non-fighting force and the still able-bodied were running around taking care of the wounded, not caring for whose clans was who as they worked.

And those weren't the only wounded, in the farther distance he could see many direhorses, banshees, and even the Great Laenopterix, perched on one of the stone 'ribs' none did come out unscathed. Even if the last one aside from having seemed to have been repeatedly poked by needles seemed relatively fine.

'How many will survive their injuries…', he wondered as he walked amid the improvised medical camp, his presence not going unnoticed as gazes of fear, respect, gratefulness, and reverence as if he was a demigod were directed to him.

He heard many gasps, some called him by different names under their breath but the one that stood out was Kxitx Kulat which roughly translated to the Bringer of Death or Death Bringer, which was an apt title considering how much he killed in such a short time and in such a way. 

He was the second behind Eywa with the most humans killed today after all. None other than her and he knew how much he killed exactly but that didn't change the fact that others knew he was very prolific in terms of death brought and they weren't going to not react in any way at that. 

Actions have consequences and that was something he already knew was going to happen for the worse or the best.

Be it positive or negative, but aside from fear in some members of the clans he didn't know it was very positive. If his individual number of kills was high then the number he saved from a certain death was exponentially higher.

To say he was the sole reason not everybody was dead presently wouldn't be far from the exact truth.

, he heard the exhausted voice of Akwey from behind him.

, Liam asked and he turned to face the Olo'eytkan of the Olangi who had bloodied bandages around his shoulder and was using a stone as a support.