You are not in Kansas anymore. You are on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact every second of every day. If there is a Hell, you might wanna go there for some R & R after a tour on Pandora. Out there beyond that fence every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubes. We have an indigenous population of humanoids called the Na’vi. They’re fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin that will stop your heart in one minute – and they have bones reinforced with naturally occurring carbon fiber. They are very hard to kill. As head of security, it is my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed. Not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need to cultivate a strong, mental aptitude. You got to obey the rules: Pandora rules. Rule number one…
Everyone on this base, every one of you, is fighting for survival, and that’s a fact. There’s an aboriginal horde out there massing for an attack. These orbital images tell me that the hostile numbers have gone from a few hundred, to well over two thousand in one day. And more are pourin’ in. In a week’s time there could be 20,000 of ’em. At that point they will overrun our perimeter. That’s not gonna happen. Our only security lies in preemptive attack. We will fight terror with terror. The hostiles believe that this mountain territory is protected by their… deity. And when we destroy it, we will blast a crater in their racial memory so deep, that they won’t come within 1,000 klicks of this place ever again. And that, too, is a fact.
You haven’t got lost in the woods, have ya? Your last report was more than 2 weeks ago. I’m startin’ to doubt your resolve! The way I see it, it’s time to terminate the mission.
You already have. You gave me good, usable intel on this Tree of Souls place. Yeah, I got them by the balls with that when this turns into a shit fight – which it will. Now it’s time to come in. By the way, you gon’ get your legs back. Yeah. I got you corporate approval. Gonna have you on a shuttle tonight. I’m a man of my word.
Well, then you betta get it done, Corporal.
