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Colonel Miles Quaritch

RDA SecOps commander.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by EverFidelis

Description

Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 57 (estimated)
Weight: Unknown
Height: 6' ?"
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Short, gray.
Build: Muscular.
Marks: Claw mark scars on the right side of his head.
Faction: Resources Development Administration, Security Ops.

Personality

Miles Quaritch looked and acted like a life-long military man. He wore his hair short and was covered with battle scars, most notably a trio of claw marks on the side of his head which he sustained during his time on Pandora. He only respected force, and showed little respect for the Na'vi or their home. He destroyed their Hometree, killing numerous Na'vi in the process, without regret.

His long-running military career was representative of his personality. He regularly worked out to off-set the low gravity on Pandora so he didn't get "soft". He was in outstanding physical condition, despite being middle aged, and he was known to leave his exopack back in his base for short periods when entering combat in the poisonous atmosphere of Pandora when he felt the situation demanded it. An expert with his AMP suit, he was still familiar with combat techniques as demonstrated by his marksmanship, his hand-to-hand and melee combat skills.

Despite being a fierce and merciless warrior, Quaritch claimed to "take care of my own", and appeared to have good relations with his men, who all seemed to respect him as a leader.

Equipment

RDA Issue utility uniform - CadPat style woodland camo.
Wasp Revolver
Exopack air filtration unit.
CARB Weapon system.
Radio.
Flashlight.
AMP suit.
Dragon Assault Ship.
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History

Before his tour of duty on Pandora, Quaritch served in numerous military engagements without injury, most notably three tours in Nigeria with First Recon.

On his first day on Pandora, an encounter with the wildlife dealt him a trio of trademark scars to the side of his head. Given the option to return home for reconstructive surgery he opted to stay on Pandora. With his impressive record he was eventually chosen as the chief of security of Hell's Gate.

As chief of security on Pandora, Colonel Quaritch was responsible for the security of the Hell's Gate facility and its personnel, which necessitated keeping the Na'vi in check. He had his own Dragon Assault Ship, which was personalized with an orange-colored Chinese dragon painted below the cockpit.

He managed to get to Terra through unknown means.


Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the James Cameron's Avatar movie series.

So begins...

Colonel Miles Quaritch's Story

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A man with gray, short hair, and a woodland pixel camo uniform walked into the bar. He had a trio of scars on the right side of his head, and piercingly blue eyes. The mans uniform was crisp and clean, with the word SecOps on his left pocket, and Quaritch, on the right. He had a gasmask type device that hung from his belt, and the belt had many pouches lining it. His boots were spitshined and black. He carried himself with the look of a commanding officer thats seen it all.

The man sits down at the bar, and with a voice that sounds somewhat southern, he speaks. "I'll take whiskey on the rocks, if you have it."

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Quaritch turned around, hearing the music. He turned back, picked up his glass, and took a sip of whiskey. He pulled out a datapad and started looking over his Journal entries, then his schedule, and finally his duty roster.

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Quaritch looked at his glass. Empty. "Nother one." Another glass slid towards him. He took a sip, reading updates from the troops back on Pandora. Lord knows why he left, but one thing's for sure, he knew that he would make his time here worth it. He watched some video clips on the mining efforts, and posted updates on his officers panel, just so that they knew what he was up to.

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Normally he wouldnt listen to music like this. Though today, he thought it was genuinely good. Of course, he did not wish to express this, and continued staring at his datapad.

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Wainfleet, one of Quaritches trusted soldiers, walks in, sees the Colonel sitting at the bar, and finds an empty seat next to him. "Hows things sir?" Quaritch grins. "Good, I'm just checkin up on our boys back on Pandora. Bartender, whiskey for my friend." A glass slides over to Wainfleet, tapping his hand.

Lyle Wainfleet was an AMP pilot. An AMP, or Amplified Mobility Platform, was a large mech build for construction and heavy lifting. Soldiers ended up rebuilding aircraft based weapons to be used as handheld weapons for the suits, such as the GAU-90 cannon, which acts as an automatic rifle for the suit. They had kept a multitude of these suits inside of the Dragon Assault Ship, docked at the spaceport. The ship was modified for exo-atmospheric flight, having its hull pressurized and an oxygen recycler within, and the rotors changed out for heavy duty thruster pods.

"Glad to hear your doin well sir. I've been helping the dock workers load and unload crates all day, I dont care how powerful that rig is, its tiring shit." Lyle lifted his glass to Quaritch, who did the same, as a toast. "Amen to that."

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Lyle laughed. "Cant wait to get back though, wonder how much damage we're doin to those blue boys." Quaritch smiled. "You say that like you enjoy it. I for one wanted peace. They're just too damn stubborn to get out of their tree. Peace, not an option now."

He sipped the last of his whiskey. Before he could say anything, another one slid to him. Lyle's eyes widened. "How the hell are you paying for all this?" Quaritch looked at his datapad. "I got my ways."

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Miles Quaritch had seen it all, from terrorists using seismic waves as weapons, to hostile blue cat people. But he still couldnt get over the diversity of just this planet, such as the gentleman a few seats away wearing a trenchcoat. He looked for a moment, before looking at Lyle. "Can you do me a favor kid?" Lyle nodded. "Go back to the Dragon and get Tara, bring her back here. I need to discuss something with her." Lyle nodded again, and ran off to go get Tara, Quaritch's second in command, from the spaceport.

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Quaritch tapped his datapad, and the screen lit up with the Matanza Arms Corp logo. Tara's father had owned the company, and struck a deal between them and the RDA to equip the Pandora based units. She was one of his favorites, along with Wainfleet.

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Lyle reenters the bar, holding the door open. A woman walks through the door past Lyle. She was wearing a black t-shirt with the RDA insignia on the front, black shorts, and black combat boots. She had an earpiece in her right ear, and sunglasses. She walked with an aggressive grace, which was quite hard to explain. She sat down with Miles, Lyle sitting on his opposite.

"You requested I be here, sir?" She slid the datapad from Miles to herself, tapping the Matanza logo and scrolling through the various weapons in the catalog. "I take it you need something from my father again, judging from this." Miles slid the datapad back to himself. "Yes, I do. The company makes vehicles, correct?" Tara nodded. "We have a facility here, as well as on Earth. Why, did something catch your eye?"

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Tara noticed the person who appeared to be talking to herself. "Ma'am, are you alright?"

Miles and Lyle heard the woman and turned around. "What?" They both said in unison.

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He crossed his arms, thinking. This woman might be an antagonizer, maybe. "What is your issue ma'am, we have no quarrel with you."

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"Umm, sir that is because we are off duty. What. Is your. Problem. Simple question." He picked up his datapad, scrolling through his logs and tapping letters into the device, declaring a man with possible hostile intent.

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Colonel Quaritch stood up, arms still crossed. "We arent even from this planet. We are here, for supplies. Not bullshit from the locals." Tara Matanza stood up next. "You have no reason to fuck around with us, whatever your problem with any military is, it ends with us. We arent military. We are security, for a fucking mine." She sits back down. Quaritch walks off, calling someone on his phone.

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Quaritch and his men walked out, Tara throwing the bastard a .75 caliber sidearm she had in her bag. "Enjoy it, I told you I wouldnt shoot." She looks back to the door, walking with the rest. "People, man they never learn."

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Quaritch walked back inside, sitting near a young woman with a phone, taking pictures or something. Quaritch didnt really care what the man had said, instead walking out to tell his men to gather back at the Spaceport. He looks at the young woman. "Whatcha doin?" He tapped on the bar and a glass slid towards him.

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Quaritch thought. This girl was probably ignoring him. He sipped his whiskey, payed up, and got on his radio to talk to his team. "Ready the ship, I'm on my way." He walks out.

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Colonel Quaritch and his men were in their AMP units, loading equipment into the C21 Dragon Assault Ship that they used as a mobile command site. Some of the equipment were things like portable shelters and "drop crates", meant to be dropped out of the ship for troops on the ground. They werent about to join the war, but if they had to, they were more than prepared.

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Tara's eyes widened. "Unknown vessel, state your business." She loaded the last crate into the Dragon, then pointed to her suits cockpit, the suits massive arms doing the same. This was a signal for Quaritch to listen in on the comms.

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Quaritch looked at his unit, turining on the unit comm frequency. "First contact is not hostile, second contact, larger vessel, confirmed hostile. Wainfleet, get this bird heated up, the rest of you, inside the AMP bay, now!" They all load the AMP suits within the Dragon, Quaritch being the only one still outside. "AMP scanners wont read well inside the Dragon, I'll be here." He locked his GAU-90 onto the leg pin and "sat" the suit down on a freight pod.

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Quaritch yelled over the comms to his unit. "We've been made! Get that ship online NOW!" Wainfleet and a pilot were inside the cockpit, prepping the systems for launch. "Double time Wainfleet!"

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Wainfleet clicked the comms to the Colonel. "Engines hot, get inside sir!" Quaritch ran the suit into the rear loading gate of the Dragon before docking the AMP in the ships AMP deploy bay. He hopped out and ran to the cockpit. "Everyone strap in, prep for launch."

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Quaritch literally punched the comm button. "This is RDA Security Operations combat support vessel Beyond Glory, we read you. Requesting covering fire, we need time to get this bird in the air, AER-8399, our weapons systems are offline, check your sensors." Wainfleet arms the emergency propulsion units, designed to give a quick and powerful burst of thrust upwards.

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Quaritch looked out of the clear canopy of the gunships cockpit. "Fire those thrusters!" The ship blasted up, the propulsion pods that the ship normally used went fully forward, and the ship rocketed ahead. "Countermeasures online!" Quaritch never lost a battle if he could help it. "Fire countermeasures." The ship weaved between plasma fire and missiles, the countermeasures taking care of most guided munitions. The ships SDWS-332 anti missile arrays came online, and all 4 arrays spun up the 8 miniguns before independantly firing on the missiles.

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Quaritch clicked the comm. "Beyond Glory copies all, be advised, we have friendly units on the ridgeline outside the city, USIF Marines, keep the lane open, we're moving in to extract." The ship rocketed past the city line, making a 180* turn as it made the approach to pick up the friendly units. The back ramp lowered. Claire , her Marines, and the USIF Emperor boarded. "Beyond Glory to FOB, we have our men, moving out."