In the sterile, dimly lit headquarters of the RDA operations, the atmosphere was tense. Soldiers and technicians moved about with a sense of urgency, their faces grim as they monitored the chaos unfolding on the ground through live feeds and satellite imagery. The room was filled with the low hum of machinery and the occasional beep of consoles, but the usual orderly rhythm had been disrupted by the sudden escalation of events.

A soldier sat hunched over a console, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he pulled up footage from the battlefield. The screen flickered to life, displaying a series of clips that had been captured by drones and ground cameras. The first clip showed Jake Sully, the renegade Na'vi ally, moving with purpose through the forest, his expression fierce and determined. Beside him was Y/N, her humanoid form unmistakable, her striking red and blue eyes glowing even through the grainy footage. The soldier paused the video, zooming in on her face, his brow furrowing as he studied her features.

The next clip was more jarring. It showed Y/N in her full dragon form, a magnificent and terrifying sight. Her wings stretched wide, her scales shimmering in the sunlight as she unleashed a torrent of fire that engulfed a bulldozer, reducing it to a smoldering wreck. The footage cut to another scene, this one showing her tail lashing out, the spines along its length piercing through the tires of heavy machinery with brutal precision. The final clip was the most damning—a close-up of her face, her eyes blazing with fury as she took down a squad of soldiers, her movements swift and merciless.

The soldier leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening as he processed what he was seeing. "Sir," he called out, his voice cutting through the noise of the room. "You need to see this."

At that moment, Parker Selfridge stormed into the room, his face flushed with anger and frustration. He clutched a datapad in his hand, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. "What the hell is going on out there?" he snapped, his voice sharp and demanding. "Why are we losing ground to a bunch of tree-hugging savages and some... some freak of nature?"

The soldier didn't respond immediately. Instead, he grabbed the datapad from Selfridge's hand and quickly transferred the footage onto it. He thrust it back into Selfridge's hands, his expression grim. "Look, boss," he said, his tone urgent. "This is what we're dealing with."

Selfridge's eyes narrowed as he stared at the screen, his lips curling into a sneer as he watched the footage of Jake and Y/N. But when the clip of Y/N in her dragon form appeared, his sneer faltered, replaced by a look of disbelief and then outright anger. "What the hell is that?" he spat, his voice rising. "Is that... is that her? That dragon thing?"

"Yes, sir," the soldier replied, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. "She's taken out half our equipment already. And the soldiers... they don't stand a chance against her."

Selfridge's face turned red with rage as he slammed the datapad down on the nearest console. "Son of a bitch," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "I knew that traitor Sully was trouble, but this... this is beyond anything we anticipated." He turned to the soldier, his eyes blazing. "Prime the heavy guns and get the choppers in the air. Now. We're taking that queen down, and we're taking her down hard."

The soldier nodded, his expression grim but determined. "Yes, sir," he said, turning back to his console and quickly relaying the orders. The room erupted into a flurry of activity as technicians and soldiers scrambled to carry out Selfridge's commands. The heavy guns, massive and destructive, were powered up, their barrels turning toward the forest where Y/N and Jake were making their stand. In the hangar, the choppers roared to life, their rotors slicing through the air as they prepared for takeoff.

Selfridge stood in the center of the chaos, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His mind raced as he tried to process the situation. This wasn't just about Jake Sully anymore. This was about something far more dangerous, far more unpredictable. Y/N, with her dragon form and her fierce loyalty to the Na'vi, was a threat unlike anything they had faced before. And Selfridge knew that if they didn't eliminate her now, she could single-handedly turn the tide of this war.

"I don't care what it takes," he muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on the footage of Y/N wreaking havoc on the battlefield. "That thing doesn't leave that forest alive."

As the heavy guns fired their first volley and the choppers lifted off, heading toward the heart of the conflict, Selfridge couldn't shake the feeling that they were dealing with something far beyond their control. But he pushed the thought aside, his resolve hardening. They had the firepower, the technology, and the manpower. And he was determined to use it all to crush the resistance—and the dragon queen—once and for all.

SCENEBREAJK

Y/N's roar echoed through the forest, a primal, earth-shaking sound that sent tremors through the hearts of the RDA soldiers who dared to stand against her. Another soldier had tried to fire upon her, the bullets ricocheting off her tough, shimmering scales with a series of sharp pings. Her hide was nearly impenetrable, a natural armor that protected her from their feeble attacks. But her ikrans—her loyal, winged companions—were not so fortunate.

Her purple ikran, Teralis, let out a pained screech as a well-aimed shot struck its gills, a critical and vulnerable spot. The creature's wings faltered, its majestic form spiraling out of the sky before crashing to the ground with a sickening thud. Y/N's heart clenched as she watched Teralis fall, her bond with the ikran making the loss feel like a physical blow. "Teralis, no!" she screamed, her voice a mix of anguish and fury. Without hesitation, she swooped down, her massive wings beating the air as she landed in a crouch beside her fallen companion.

The forest floor was littered with the wreckage of bulldozers and the bodies of soldiers, but Y/N's focus was solely on Teralis. She reached out, her clawed hand gently brushing against the ikran's lifeless form. The creature's eyes, once bright and full of life, were now dull and empty. A deep, guttural growl rose in Y/N's throat as grief and rage intertwined, fueling the fire that burned within her. Her scales shimmered with an almost otherworldly glow, the heat radiating from her body causing the air around her to waver.

She raised her head, her red and blue eyes blazing with an intensity that could melt steel. The surviving soldiers, those who had managed to escape her initial onslaught, were regrouping, their weapons trained on her. But they hesitated, their confidence shattered by the sight of the dragoness standing over her fallen ikran, her fury palpable. Y/N's lips curled back, revealing rows of sharp, glistening teeth as a low, menacing rumble emanated from her chest.

Without warning, she snapped her jaws open, and a torrent of fiery hell erupted from her throat. The flames were unlike anything the soldiers had ever seen—a searing, white-hot inferno that consumed everything in its path. The heat was unbearable, the force of the blast sending shockwaves through the air. The soldiers barely had time to scream as the fire engulfed them, reducing their weapons and armor to molten slag. The bulldozers, already wrecked from her earlier attacks, were incinerated, their metal frames twisting and melting under the intense heat.

The forest itself seemed to recoil from the blaze, the trees blackening and crumbling as the fire spread. But Y/N didn't care. Her grief for Teralis, her anger at the RDA's relentless destruction, and her determination to protect what was left of her home fueled her. She was a force of nature, a living embodiment of wrath and vengeance, and she would not stop until every last invader was driven from Pandora.

As the flames died down, leaving behind a smoldering wasteland, Y/N stood tall, her chest heaving as she surveyed the devastation. The surviving soldiers had fled, their morale shattered, but she knew this was far from over. The RDA would come back, with more soldiers, more machines, and more weapons. But she would be ready. She would fight with everything she had, for Teralis, for Jake, for the Na'vi, and for Pandora itself.

With one last glance at Teralis's lifeless form, Y/N spread her wings and took to the skies, her roar echoing through the forest once more. It was a promise, a warning, and a declaration of war. The RDA had awakened a dragon, and they would soon learn the true cost of their arrogance.