Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora/Audio Logs

This is a list of collectible audio logs in Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora.

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Main Story Audio Logs

Alex's notes: biodiversity

Location: Sunshine Valley Lab

ALEXANDER: Just like Earth, biodiversity is comprised of

different levels here on Pandora. From the smallest protozoa

and bacteria to Na'vi, human, and Tulkun, individual species

form communities and go on to become delicately balanced ecosystems.

Every organism lives interdependently with others and with

the physical environment to maintain a habitable world.

Rainforests capture carbon in the soil. Absorbing the energy of

the stars, be it Sol or Alpha Cen A, they breathe oxygen into the

atmosphere.

Coral reefs provide shelter and sustenance to marine life,

allowing it to flourish along the currents of the oceans.

And herds of herbivores fertilize the lands where they graze.

Even thanators, terrifying as they might seem, keep those

populations in check, so the plants they consume have time to

grow anew.

Like an intricate piece of clockwork, it's a beautiful machinery

that keeps the balance of life in the worlds we live in.

Alex's notes: ecological collapse

Location: Falls Field Lab

ALEXANDER: When we realized we had brought our biosphere to

the brink of extinction we started looking for a way out.

We got lucky. Found one among the stars. Far above, in the sky.

But we brought our problem with us.

Because humans, with all our tech and industry, still rely on

delicate ecosystems as much as the Na'vi do.

The keyword here is delicate. It doesn't take much to tip them

over.

On Earth, by the time we realized the importance of surface

marine biomes, that they were invisible keystones of the

marine ecosystem, it was already too late.

With that one link missing, entire food chains started to

crumble. Hundreds of thousands of species were lost in mere

years.

It was the beginning of the end.

Depletion of natural resources, groundwater, air pollution,

ecological collapse. These are not yet widespread on Pandora.

But it is just a matter of time before we start seeing similar

effects.

Alma's personal log: Back to TAP

Location: Kinglor Forest Resistance HQ, Command Center

Secondary Location (it respawns if not collected): Clouded Forest Resistance Hideout

ALMA: We're going back. Funny, TAP used to be all I thought

about. But now it's just a dream we had. Before John lost his way.

How did it all go so wrong? We were riding high. John's brilliant

vision. And my star was rising in the academic field. Together

we were unstoppable. We were gonna make a real difference.

We could help the Na'vi-kind and humanity. Together.

We all had to make sacrifices. Some ... they made the ultimate

sacrifice. But the science, the progress. Yeah, we did what we

thought was right to make TAP a reality. And now ... TAP is just

a tomb for our dead dreams. Or maybe not. Just maybe.

Alma's personal log: Considering Ardmore

Location: Kinglor Forest Resistance HQ, Maintenance

Secondary Location (it respawns if not collected): Clouded Forest Resistance Hideout

ALMA: Fighting against Mercer and his buffoons, I sometimes

forget he's part of a much larger machine that's pushing its

way across Pandora. I haven't heard from Jake in a while, but

judging by the chatter we've caught, General Ardmore still

wants his head on a platter. And why wouldn't she? All that

stuff he's been pulling? Stealing all those weapons? I wish I'd

been there to see it. Maybe, once the clans here agree to unite

under our cause, we too will be able to do something like that.

Right now we just don't have the numbers for it. I can only

hope Jake continues to keep Ardmore occupied. Harding is bad

enough, but Ardmore is a four star general, and a damn good

one. She's a perfect tool for the RDA. Smart, but brutal. If

anyone stands a chance of actually colonizing Pandora, it's her.

Alma's personal log: Supply chains

Location: Kinglor Forest Resistance HQ, Maintenance

Secondary Location (it respawns if not collected): Clouded Forest Resistance Hideout

ALMA CORTEZ: Jake is hitting RDA mining camps and supply

drops. We can do the same over here.

Recon shows mining camps are largely concentrated in

sectors three and four but ... Looks to me that they're starting

to spread out. Not sure how they're targeting particular spots.

Priya thinks the balloons we've seen might be fitted with

scanners. I-I need to look into that.

And we'll hit the supply drops in small teams. And try to get in

and out before the RDA arrive for pick-up. I'm trying ... I am

really trying to do what I can here to make up for ... some of the

mistakes that I've made in the past. I guess only time will tell if

it was enough.

Alma's personal log: The right choice

Location: Clouded Forest Resistance Hideout

ALMA: I should take more breaks from the linkbed.

But the air outside, the smells, the sense of freedom. I just

can't keep myself to these walls.

The kids must feel the same. To be outside for the first time

must have been overwhelming for them.

All that beauty. And so much danger.

Teylan still seems a bit awkward with the change, though I

think he likes it in HQ. So much for him to tinker with.

Ri'nela asks all the right questions. She will be a leader one day.

And Nor looks confident. Radiant, almost. No longer the moody

teenager he used to be.

I think they're all doing fine. Learning. Flourishing. Thanks to us.

We made the right choice.

Anqa's personal log: The Aranahe issue

Location: River Delta Station

ANQA SALAAM: I feel like I need to record this. I don't know.

There'll be consequences, that's for sure.

Asahe ... oh, man. (clears throat) The Aranahe tsahik. She was

bringing us more supplies. And they were just ... they were

ready for us. RDA. It was an ambush. I barely got us out; holding

down the throttle for dear life.

How'd they know? Gotta strengthen our comms. Or maybe

they've been watching us ...

Alma's pretty upset about the whole thing. Dunno what has her

more cut up - that Asahe was shot or that the Na'vi are mad at

her.

Okay, maybe that's unfair. Alma, if you're listening to this, stay

outta my stuff. Had to drag her ass into the Samson outside

the clan Hometree. She didn't wanna leave; their hunters made

us go once they saw Asahe's wound.

The clan leader carried her inside. Ka'nat. His face ... (sighs) If

she dies, we're gonna have a problem with that clan. For sure.

Billy's personal log: Leaving the RDA

Location: Kinglor Forest - Waterway Valley, in an area revealed by the quest Finding Home - Part 11

BILLY NASH: Wh ... what was that? Shit. Knowing my luck I'll get

eaten by something, waiting for these tree-huggers to pick me up.

"Join the Resistance", they said. "Fight for hope" or some BS.

Shh. Thought I heard something. How many more hours hiding

in this cave?

I wasn't meant to go out like this. But it's hang with the hippies

or deal with Mercer's special brand of crazy with a side order of

Harding, who's scarier than my uncle Frank.

I don't want to be disappeared like Jonesy after that one

Harding patrol went wrong. No. No! I'm done with that. This has

got to be better. Right?

Blue interrogation

Location: Upper Plains, in The Stone Hold Extractor Plant

ANGELA HARDING: So, we're in a position where we might want

to interrogate some more blues. I know we have operatives

with experience in this field, but it is vital to realize that what

works on people might not work on blues. First of all, and this

shouldn't come as a surprise, you'll need an interpreter. Not

just for the language, but for how the blues think in general.

Pluck someone from the SciOps pool, preferably someone with

a little steel to their spine. Flag any refusals you might get to a

superior. Second, get someone who understands blue

physiology beyond that they're tall and can tear your arms off

on a whim. We've had some potential assets wasted from the

"enhanced techniques" ... it was not effective. Preferably the

interrogator should have that knowledge themselves, so get

into those files and find out what really rattles their cage. I've

put together some additional material from our first outing to

this zone, which may prove useful, or at the least entertaining.

Brainstorm

Location: Ruins of Drill Base Omega

After the destruction of Drill Base Omega, the log is found in the remains of the canteen. It has only appeared there since the latest update. Unknown where it's located prior to the destruction of Drill Base Omega.

JOHN MERCER: Okay, let's see. Gentlemen, ladies, sons of

bitches, yada yada yada yada. Yeah, we broke the pretty Na'vi

arches! (chuckles) Maybe not the best way to introduce the topic

to the top brass. I'm confident everyone is aware of the sudden

change in the literal landscape of the Western Frontier, and I

know there has been some consternation, as this wasn't a part of

the agreed-upon action plan. (Now, throw in a little dispersal

of guilt.) The fact is that Colonel Harding's reckless handling

of the native situation, as well as the unauthorized operations

she has engaged in for personal gain, have created a state of

open hostilities. This has forced me to break protocol and employ

these radical methods on an accelerated schedule. (In other words,

more money, faster! It's gonna be hard for them to argue with

that!) Before we move onto the consequences, I would like to direct

your attention to the exceptional gains that we are witnessing already.

Add graphs here, numbers go up, people start smiling, nodding to

each other… yeah. They're gonna love it. Maybe some handwringing

about the natives, a bit of bootlicking, but nobody's really

listening anyway since they're just watching the graphs go through

the roof, and pow! Applause, exceptional initiative, saved the

operation from disaster. Shortlist for promotion. Time for

John Mercer to get a new title.

Daniela's personal log: Forever on Pandora

Location: Kinglor Forest Resistance HQ, Command Center

Secondary Location (it respawns if not collected): Clouded Forest Resistance Hideout

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DANIELA: Okay. Alma. Here you go. I'm recording my feelings.

(scoffs) What a waste of time. She thinks I have "stuff" to

process. She's a doctor, all right. Through and through. (sighs)

Decisions like this aren't easy. It's not like I don't want kids.

And I know Jin'll be the most incredible dad. But family

planning was kind of cut short. He knows that.

Circumstances are different. We're not turning around at the

end of a five-year tour and going home. We're Resistance now.

If we have kids, it'll be here. Pandora. I'm not doing that in a

warzone. And even if we were safe ... It's never really safe here.

I don't know if I can do it at all, really. I don't know what kind of

mom I would be. Would I be better than mine? Jin would balance me out.

I don't know. If he can just hang on a little longer.

Till things settle a bit. Maybe we can talk about it again.

Defoliant report

Location: Gas Extraction Plant Alpha

JOHN MERCER: On the topic of our current ground clearing

methods. While I appreciate the Settlement Director's

concerns over the use of defoliants prior to the mechanical

removal of the heavier vegetation, I can assure you this poses

no risk to our future human settlers. Yes, operators have

reported experiencing "a metallic taste" when in the

processed zones, but our masks are perfectly adequate for

filtering out any major contaminants from the air. While this of

course leaves the potential issue of dermal absorption, I would

like to point out that by the time any actual settlers arrive in

the processed zones, all aboveground defoliants will have

been washed away by the rains. As for our preference on the

defoliants as opposed to fire, we are able to deploy them

without inciting an immediate response from the Na'vi, thus

preserving SecOps resources, which I keep being told are a

highly limited commodity all of a sudden. I trust this addresses

all of your concerns on the matter.

Feral Attack

Location: Computer Terminal in the Upper Plains, Step's Cradle

AMP SUIT PILOT: Today's report is ... Charlie Foxtrot.

Disruptive wildlife presence, as officers say. Messed-up kind.

Feral.

Damn thing jumped us before you can say knife. Chewed up my

AMP suit real bad.

I wouldn't be telling you this if it wasn't for air support.

But I got a close look at the thing. Had SciOps scribbled all

over. Straps. Tattoos. The hell's that about?

Asked at the mess hall and guess what? Failed experiment.

Turning animals against each other. To clear off mining sites

and shit.

That's what the guys said. But I don't know. Thing had its

tentacle feeler missing.

I bet scientists tried to pull off some mind control thing. Turn

them into zombie weapons or something. Hope they don't start

doing that to us.

Feral Report AS366

Location: Clouded Forest, The Cut: Research Station Alpha

SENIOR SCIENTIST: On the matter of yesterday's behavioral

evaluation, the progress so far is less than ideal. The

hypothesis that removing the neural whip of a younger subject

would lead to a more controlled result thanks to the plasticity

of the developing brain is so far proving to be flawed.

Admittedly the measurable benefits may await us further

down the line, and these kinds of early findings are tea leaves

at best, but based on what I've seen I find it hard to be

optimistic. We should explore the possibility of acquiring a

newborn subject, or even better, a pregnant one. As an aside,

one Hajir Beshara continues to be cause for concern, forming

attachments to the test subjects that then motivate his

disruptive outbursts. I am getting tired of reminding him that

we are acting fully within the bounds of the RDA's ethical

guidelines and am strongly considering having him removed

from the project.

For Hajir: New Moss

Location: Clouded Forest Resistance Hideout

ALEXANDER: Hello Hajir. It's evening here. I've just made myself

a tea. I think you'd like this one. A bit twiggy but it's refreshing.

I don't know. Everything tastes bitter these days. But it's not

the tea. It's that you're not here to share it with me.

Oh, you should see this new region, Haj. Frightening but

beautiful, nonetheless.

Such lichens and mosses! One of them is particularly

intriguing in its cellular structure. Perhaps to account for the

very low light levels here.

(sighs) My work is all I have now. For some reason I'm still here

and you're not. So I owe it to you to make that count.

Otherwise I'm just left with "why"? And that is one question I

have no hypothesis for.

Anyway. I shall sign off for now. Until tomorrow, old friend.

Goodbye, Dani

Location: Ruins of Kinglor Forest Resistance HQ

JIN-YOUNG MACKAY: Dani. I just wanted to talk. To you. And doing it

on this datapad, leaving it here, it makes it more real somehow.

Etching the words into whatever little chip is driving this thing.

Etching them onto reality so maybe you'll hear them. Wherever you

are. And I mean, with what happened with Jake, anything's possible,

right? I just miss you so much. I feel like a tree that's grown

hollow and empty under the bark. I don't know what to do now. I

wouldn't be here without you. I'd still be an RDA stooge, helping

them destroy this paradise like a dumb-ass. I've never been a

fighter the way you are, but I can fix things, and I can cook. Roof

over your head and a full belly, that's half the battle, right? I

wish I could cook for you again. I had planned this dinner just for

us, and I was going to ask... Sorry, I'm rambling. I just wanted to

say... I just wanted to say goodbye, Dani. And... I love you.

Harding's personal log: Boogeyman?

Location: Airship wreckage on the island northeast of Stony Herd Na'vi Camp]], west of Stone Processor Alpha

ANGELA HARDING: Gotta record this so I'll remember it in the

morning. Apparently the rookies think we have some sort of

super Na'vi out there in the jungle. A real boogeyman that

stands thirteen feet tall and just appears out of nowhere.

Seeking revenge for all the blues that got wasted in the

rebellion. But it gets better. According to these dumb-asses,

this one collects dog tags from his kills, and wears them all

around his neck. A thousand of them. I'd like to think that I

would have noticed that kind of dip in our numbers. Oh, and he

uses our guns, because of course he does, and he can flip a

truck with his bare hands. (laughs) Idiots. I mean sure, if this

means that the rooks won't be sleeping at their posts, I'm all

for a bit of creative scuttlebutt, but we can't have them

shooting at shadows either. A regular blue is bad enough when

they're all riled up. Gotta address this before people start

getting too paranoid over a bunch of nonsense.

Harding's personal log: Loop Ardmore in?

Location: Gas Extraction Plant Bravo

ANGELA HARDING: Bastard. Been sitting there in his bizarre

office feeling like a real Machiavelli. Waiting to pounce. To

undermine me in front of the board. Can just imagine the

memo he's writing to them right now. Well, John, two can play

at that game. You want the nuclear option? Okay. I'm sure

General Ardmore would love to hear about what really went

down at TAP. That's a box of worms we do share though. Tricky.

Still, I was just the head of security. He was the big boss. Him

and Cortez. We did the dirty work, yeah, but it was all his

orders. His plan. And then, all that time wasted trying to turn

those blues into something useful. Trying to instill some kind

of discipline in them. Got a couple of killers and a few bed-

wetters out of it. Well done, John. Ardmore's old-school

though. She gets it. The chain of command. Might see the value

of keeping things compartmentalized ... or she might just ship

my ass back to Earth.

Internal message: Mercer needs to go

Location: Horizontal Miner Alpha

ANGELA HARDING: General Ardmore. I am losing confidence in

Director Mercer's ability to sustain operations in the Western

Frontier for much longer. He has grown prone to becoming

sidetracked, even obsessed, with issues stemming from our

first campaign on Pandora. He is also actively unloading any of

his missteps onto others in the surrounding organization. Just

to speak freely for a moment, Ma'am, that man's a damn

psycho. You should see his office. Everything at a perfect right

angle. He's not just into neatness. He's a control freak.

Everything set just so. I picked up a stapler once, and it's like

I'd slapped him. Made me put it back before we could continue,

and even then, had to set it at exactly the same angle as his

pens. Which is to say, Director Mercer is showing some erratic

behavior which may end up sinking this operation. I would like

us to discuss a contingency plan to minimize losses to

SecOps.

Killer Blue

Location: Airship wreckage along the Threaded River, west of Gas Collector Charlie and north of Leaning Glade Na'vi Camp.

ELITE SOLDIER: The Colonel asked me to tell you rookies my story.

Said it would help fact-check some rumors. Let's see how that goes.

You heard about this blue. Vicious killer. Hunts AMP suits for sport.

I'd like to tell you it's all hearsay. But I'm not gonna.

Back then I was a rookie. Fresh off the ISV.

Rebellion broke out. Before I knew it I was on recon ten klicks

to the Hallelujah Mountains. Deep of the forest.

I didn't see nothing but a shadow.

Leaped over us and sliced the squad to ribbons. Pure, boiling rage.

I panicked. I emptied mag after mag but didn't even graze him.

Less than a minute, the whole squad was gone. But I lived. Somehow.

I heard his name was So'lek... something like that.

If anything can help you against him, it is fear. Be afraid.

Message for Anqa: Radio parts

Location: Kinglor Forest Resistance HQ, Living Quarters

Secondary Location (it respawns if not collected): Clouded Forest Resistance Hideout

PRIYA CHEN: Hey. Hi. Anqa. Just a quick message about that ...

oh it's Priya, by the way. But you knew that.

Anyway, just a message about that part I was needing for the

radio. Just wondered if any of the scouting parties had found

one.

Also ... missed you at lunch today. Jin-young said that you'd

left just before I arrived. Not that I asked. He just, you know ...

like told me and I was like "No way? Too bad."

So anyway, if you do get that part, let's hook up. I mean meet.

Let's meet up. For the party.

Okay, bye.

Message for Priya: Meteor shower

This audio log is missable. It does not appear to respawn after the destruction of HQ.

Location: Kinglor Forest Resistance HQ

ANQA SALAAM: Hey, Priya. Got your message about the radio

parts. We were salvaging yesterday but didn't find anything for

you. Got some good stuff for the armory, though. Sorry. That's

boring.

So, yeah. Yesterday, Alex was talking. I wasn't really listening ...

because, you know, Alex. But then he mentioned this meteor

shower. So, I thought maybe we could watch it. Together. I

mean ... only if you want to.

It's supposed to be really pretty. And that made me think of

you. If you're into it, I'll meet you at the landing pad at zero

hundred.

On wildlife management

Location: Stone Processor Bravo

JOHN MERCER: On the topic of wildlife management. First of all,

I feel that the board's time has been wasted in escalating this

matter to them. The Settlement Director is well aware that we

do not currently have the resources to even catalogue the

populations around the proposed settlement zones. We can

only progress on this matter once the Na'vi have been

adequately pacified and the lingering fringe elements from the

rebellion have been expunged from the area. This is not

something Colonel Harding has been able to achieve at this

time. Once we have the manpower for secondary tasks, I can

assure everyone that wildlife management is at the top of the

list. Future settlers will experience Pandora without having to

worry about some of its more dangerous elements. This will

mean culling and chasing away any serious predators, leaving

enough breeding pairs to support leisure hunting further out

from the settlements. I am aware of the effect this will have

on the prey populations, but I am sure our less ambitious

hunting enthusiasts will help us in achieving a balance there. I

will be happy to discuss this plan in more detail once it is

actually timely to do so.

Priya's recording

Location: Clouded Forest Resistance Hideout

NOR: And it was so beautiful, So'lek. I just leaned against a tree

a -- Priya! I told you before! Get that thing out of my face

before I-

Priya's personal log: "New Alma"

Location: Clouded Forest Resistance Hideout

PRIYA CHEN: I ... it's Priya. Obviously. I don't know what day it is.

Nothing makes sense ... Alma's dead. Alma. Is. Dead.

Oh wow. That's weird. But you know what the really weird,

screwy part is? There's this whole other Alma just walking

around. Except she's not blue and she's got tiny eyes. Do we all

have such tiny eyes?

I just ... I feel like good Alma was killed. And we're left with this

other one who everyone hates. But really it's the same person.

Or is it?

I don't know what to think. I'm not really the one for existential

crises, but this is a real brain-breaker.

And I'm ... I'm sad. My friend died. No. No. She was murdered. I

know she did some bad things, but Nor had no right. I'm glad

he's gone. Maybe he's glad too. He never liked it here. Never

liked us. Humans.

But we're trying to help. Alma was trying to help. She was

protecting them. She tried. Right?

Mercer's the bad one. That's all I know for sure. And that other

Alma... she wants to hang out, just like old times. But... she's not

my friend. Not— I think I hear someone. Signing off.

Question Ref. Toxic Chemicals

Location: TAP Con-1

WAREHOUSE MANAGER: Hey. Anyone know anything about this

surprise shipment of hazardous chemicals? This is some

seriously amped up corrosives. And now I have 80 barrels

taking up space in my warehouse?!

RDA SecOps log: Probably my final report

Location: Computer Terminal on the south edge of the Stone Hold near Guardian's Falls, in the Upper Plains

SPECIALIST: This is specialist Sonya McClusky. I'm sitting in

what used to be a Scorpion before some blues did a fly-by, put

an arrow through the pilot and sent us to the ground. My leg's

messed up and I'm seeing a distinct lack of any kind of

emergency signal, so I guess I'm pretty much screwed. I'm

going to try and find an outpost, but in case some blue freak

comes to finish the job, I got some observations I'd like to

share first. Who the hell thought it was a good idea for us to go

corralling direhorses when there's a war going on? I appreciate

some of the extra incentives as much as the next guy, but this

was just dumb. Also, hey, to everyone at the vehicle pool, great

job maintaining these things. Really loving the way our radios

kept cutting out, and how no one knows we've gone down, and

can't trace our signal now. No really, number one fan here. I

gotta get moving before it gets dark. If you find my body, burn

it and choke a blue with the ashes.

RDA internal memo - Watch out for Mercer!

Location: TAP Con-1

RDA SOLDIER: Keep your head down. I heard Mercer's out for

blood today. Something went wrong with the project or

whatever. I might have to spend the day doing a stock check in

maintenance.

RDA internal update: Cages - priority one

Location: TAP Con-1

RDA SOLDIER: They moved up the go date for the cages. No

warning, but what's new. They're moving out tonight, so make

this prio one. Let's get it done.

RDA log: Cursed Stone Pillars?

Location: Gas Harvester Alpha

RDA Soldier: I woke up too early. Can't stop thinking about the

rumors. Rookies keep saying that place west of the Stone

Pillars is cursed.

(scoffs) I told 'em: "That's the whole damn rainforest!"

I'm not usually spooked by rumors, but I've seen enough crazy

things since we've got here to know most of the time there's

truth to them.

We're the third squad to be sent. Bodies vanish but the gear is

there and the boss can't even be bothered to retrieve it

himself.

I keep looking at the terrain. Open area, surrounded by rivers.

Maybe it's the visibility that makes people too confident.

We still don't know what attacked them. Means it's fast and it

knows how to stalk its prey.

I don't believe in ghosts or curses, but monsters? Yeah.

Monsters I do.

RDA log: Last message?

Location: Oil Extractor Bravo

RDA SOLDIER: I think it's gone.

Everyone else is dead.

I waited ... I waited for so long. I couldn't do anything except

stare at these damned floating islands.

The others emptied their mags but it didn't care.

I barely saw it - or them - jump from the vine, I can't even tell if

it was alone or not.

Black. Like a shadow. It had these ... claws - they sliced

through meat like it was warm butter.

I never felt so sick.

Why this thing spared me I'll never know.

I thought I was dead. Maybe I died for a minute. Am I dead? This

moon is hell.

The gear was there, between me and Gas Harvester Echo.

Beast didn't care for it but I'm not going back. Never going

back.

RDA report on local insurgency

Location: Drill Outpost Alpha

ANGELA HARDING: General Ardmore. I regret to report that the

pacification of the clans in the Western Frontier is more or

less at a standstill. This has a great deal to do with Director

Mercer's habit of greenlighting extraction operations based

purely on geographic survey data. He pays no regard to the

strategic aspect, or the possible levels of retaliation that the

operation might draw from the locals. Frankly, he is using

SecOps as a one-stop solution and expects us to clear any

opposition with the available manpower. When I protest, he

has me request more troops, as I have done today while

knowing that the request will be denied. We can of course

manage any isolated engagements, but the constant

pushback means allocating a dangerous percentage of our

forces to guard and patrol duties. If an unforeseen element

were to emerge, it could destabilize the operation. This leads

me to Alma Cortez and her makeshift band of guerrillas, who

have been showing increased activity. We do not know if they

are receiving orders from Sully, but I would second a temporary

special deployment just to finally root them out of the jungle.

Resistance Field Data: Aranahe interview

Location: Boulder Station

SA'NOP: And I speak, as I am now? A strangely inventive

machine. It can hear me? Records my stories. (laughs)

Well, well. I am not sure Aranahe stories would have much

meaning to Sky People.

Perhaps you could tease out some understanding of our

existence in my words, but it would be just of the moment, you see.

Stories are not meant to be bound in this way. They must

move, to flow, from person to person, generation to

generation.

(laughs) Ah, do not be disappointed; I do have a story you can

keep. A legend, much loved by the Aranahe, of how the kinglor

first chose our Hometree.

(clears throat)

Long ago, a great storm raged through the forest. A cocoon

was torn from its nest.

It fell and broke apart, before the kinglor inside was ready to fly.

Scared and alone, she crept through the dangerous forest.

Beasts clawed and shadows snapped! But she came across a

clearing, and saw the stars.

She knew she must test her wings. And so, she rose higher and

higher in delight, soaring to the Boundless Range itself. And

there, she saw it.

Our tree, in the distance. Calling her home.

Resistance Field Data: Kame'tire song

Location: Resting Tree Lab

HAWM: Kin said you wish to hear our stories.

Move closer to ...? Ah. This? What a peculiar object. It can

repeat what I say, for others to hear and learn?

Perhaps it will like this song. It is Kame'tire. My mother clan.

When we were little, the fog descended in the Clouded Forest,

it was as if the swaying trees whispered and echoed. Like big,

unseen animals hiding in the fog. Waiting for us. We would be

so frightened.

So, grandmother would sing to us. It went ...

(hums)

Do not fear the echoing mists, child. Lie down and sleep.

(hums)

Stay where the fire gives its warmth. The Gentle One walks near.

(hums)

Let the trees whisper in the mist, child. Do not fear.

(hums)

For where the Gentle One walks there shall be no danger for you.

Resistance Field Data: The First Zakru

Location: Overlook Field Lab

KÌN: Everything was young once, even the zakru. The first of

them walked these very plains countless generations ago, long

before the first songs. They savored the tasty gifts of the soil

as the storms tickled on their mighty sides and made them

snort with delight. These zakru were like mountains, and there

was nothing that could threaten them, other than their own

appetite. And so, the day dawned that they had eaten

everything around them. The zakru became afraid, but raising

their snouts, they could smell the promise of fertile soil over

the great lake. The zakru began across but were so great and

slow now that the night would fall between each step. Then

two. Then four. And so, by the time they came to the middle,

they had stopped. Like the mountains they were, the

mountains they became. And that is where they still stand

dreaming of the feast that is forever out of their reach.

Ri'nela's personal log: Are we really alone?

Location: Overlook Field Lab

RI'NELA: I'm exhausted. On days like this, trying to pull together

our clan's ways feels like grasping at wisps of smoke. Chasing

shadows in the coils of the tarsyu. Could there still be a

Sarentu somewhere, breathing the same air we do? All the

clans here react with such surprise to us. Testifying on how

long it's been since they've seen anyone bear our mark. But

Pandora is vast. Even the Kinglor Forest holds secrets from the

Aranahe, who have lived there for countless generations. Why

couldn't a single Sarentu, or even a family, pass by unnoticed?

But would they? Would they hide? After we disappeared behind

TAP's walls, perhaps. But all those years without the RDA. The

years of our cold sleep, suspended in the darkness. Surely,

they would have emerged. Maybe it is just us now. Still. Our

elders live on. In the memories of the other clans. That is

where we can find them. And find ourselves. In the

impressions our parents made. Which even matters the most?

The traditions or their impact? No, that is for later. I need to

close my eyes. There is so much to do tomorrow.

Ri'nela's personal log: The truth

Location: Clouded Forest Resistance Hideout

RI'NELA: We really were alone all this time. The one person we

thought was on our side? The one person protecting us from

Mercer and Harding? A liar. "Saving" us from a slaughterhouse.

Embracing us crying and bloody, mistaking herself for a

mother. Mourning for the orphans that her own ambition made.

Mourning for the families it destroyed. Only to cover our eyes

and ears while wrapping us in her arms. And now, she asks for

forgiveness and expects us to mourn her disguise? The stolen

skin she hid under all these years? (sighs) Yet at the same

time, I must don a mask as well. Put aside my own pain to tend

to that of others. To be calm, level-headed, and look for the

way forward. Because that is what a leader does. Forgiveness

is something that can only be found with time. Time, which we

have precious little of right now.

Soup Sandwich

Location: Hydro Oil Extractor Alpha

RDA SOLDIER: Today's a wrap. Full extraction, zero casualties.

For once.

Last eight months it's been easy as pie. But then, BAM! All over,

shit's being blown up by a bunch of blues who somehow know

where to hit. Where it hurts.

I wonder ... My bud said she was in some op. Hushed-up stuff.

Said the whole thing was a cover-up. Some messed up

experiments with blue kids.

What if the lab rats escaped, went insurgent?

Huh. So, now's up to the grunts to clean the higher-ups' mess.

TAP subject log: Aha'ri

Location: TAP Con-1

ALMA: Female. Uh. Approximately five years. Weight- Fifty-one

kilos. No injuries. Name. Aha'ri. I think. She stopped talking

after we got her here.

Test recording: Daniela

Location: Kinglor Forest - Waterway Valley, in an area revealed by the quest Finding Home - Part 11

DANIELA: Hah. Gathering data like a real scientist, Dani. Oi.

Ready to join the good guys. I'll play.

We're in a cave. Cozy for the circumstances. Jin's sleeping like

a log. Defecting has been tough on him. He's been scared for

weeks. So worried we'd be discovered. He planned each and

every step. Then, leaving in the dead of night ... And look at him

now. Snoozing like a tired puppy even before we get picked up.

He made it. I'm proud of him.

But is he ready for what's next? Me, I'll be fine. The guerrilla life

sounds almost like home. And I can't wait to start kicking RDA ass.

But Jin ... He'd follow me to hell and back but he's no fighter.

Even if this time it's the good fight.

Teylan's log: Personal notes

Location: Ruins of Drill Base Omega, after the main story. There is a hole you can swim into near some smoke. Following that, a short time-based puzzle allows access to the room where this log is hidden.

TEYLAN: Day number ... uh ... I don't know. I should get a

calendar. "An organized day is an organized mind."

I'm keeping notes like a real scientist now. Mercer said I should.

He gave me this tablet. Set it down right next to me. The sun

was in my eyes; I couldn't see him properly. I don't think he

was smiling.

He said he knew I'd understand why. Why he had to ... do that ...

to HQ. Everything he's doing ... He said he's working really hard,

and ..

I keep thinking about it, over and over. I can't sleep. Just

staring at the ceiling tiles. Imagining it falling down on ... all of them.

I thought about leaving last night. Running away, like a kid. I

packed a bag and everything. But if Aha'ri couldn't do it, I have no chance.

There's nowhere to go, anyway. They'll never forgive me. I can't forgive myself.

Sometimes, I wish ... I wish we'd never left TAP. I know I shouldn't.

But, it was home. We were all together.

I don't think we'll ever be together again.

Teylan's personal log: Change

Location: Kinglor Forest Resistance HQ, outside the base. Accessible after the base is destroyed.

TEYLAN: "Teylan's log." Hmm. No. "Tech Log, by Teylan."

"Teylan's Technological ... " Oh, I'll name this later. So'lek is

giving me funny looks.

But, this is home now. I like it. It's a bit different though. People

here don't really ask me to do anything. Alma said I can keep

some things from TAP. Like my hat. And I have my radio from

Mercer. It's still broken but, I'm opening it up right now. Might

be able to do something with the wiring.

I'm keeping track of everything I fix here. A list for Alma. We

have a lot to catch up on. Sixteen years. I bet she really missed us.

She told me a story once, in TAP. About a girl who slept for one

hundred years. It wasn't true; it's just a story. But Alma's body

sleeps too. She said her body, her real body, is asleep while

she walks around in her Avatar. So I guess sixteen years of

sleeping isn't so bad. What did we do while we slept? I don't

remember having any dreams --

(gasps in shock) Whoa. My radio ... I think ... I think it made noise...

Thoughts on defectors

Location: Hydro-Oil Extractor Charlie

JOHN MERCER: Nothing like starting the day with two fresh

defector files on my desk. Hmm, married couple. Wonder which

one came up with the idea? Guessing him. Looks like a chump.

Good luck raising a family out in the damn jungle. And for

what? To "protect" a moon that wants to kill every human on it,

with a population to match? I kind of get it when this happens

with the labcoats. Especially the ones with the humanities

minors. Pfft! Should have screened those out before letting

them on the ships. But soldiers? And what's this? A

construction engineer? Should have a better head on himself

than that. Jin-young MacKay ... Solid resume. Hobbies ...

Carpentry? This guy. Makes things out of trees, but tears up a

solid contract, to, what, save some alien trees? (sighs)

Numbskulls and hippies, the lot of them. At least they've

raised the average IQ around here by leaving. Not that they

shouldn't be shot on sight. Save everyone the court martial.

URGENT NOTICE - IMMEDIATE EVAC

Location: TAP Con-1

RDA SOLDIER: Mercer's flipped the switch. Full evacuation and

jettison. Delete all your files. No exceptions. No questions.

The Sky Breaker Audio Logs

Alma's Personal Log: Aftermath

Location: Great Games Camp, behind the Community Basket

ALMA: I'd heard whispers about the NeuroSect's development

years ago. I was curious at the time. Little did I know. I tried to

close my mind to it. But, my God... it's like putting your brain

through a meat-grinder. Every thought squeezing to the

surface. Everything you don't want to think about... right there.

Inescapable. The kids. TAP. The Sarentu moot. John. All of it.

[pause] I wish I'd had more time with Mokasa. I think, in the

end... we really could have helped each other. But he's gone

now. Dying's an easy way to redemption, isn't it? [pause]

That's horrible. It's not what I meant; I just mean... he'll be

remembered for the right reasons now. His work is done. Mine

is only beginning. [pause] I've been trying to find ways to... to

reconnect with the kids. More and more, I feel them slipping

away from me. As though I am a chapter of their lives they

would rather leave closed. [pause] I'll die here too, one day. On

Pandora. I wonder where they'll bury me? Probably next to my

avatar. Do they think I deserve to lie in their soil? [laughs

softly] That's a little melodramatic. [pause] I have too much

time to think, now.

Anqa's Personal Log: Close Call

Location: Great Games Camp, near the Resistance Samson

ANQA: This has to be a Monday. I left my socks out to dry and a

giant bug stole one of them. I'm sure that thing has an actual

name, but I came up with new ones while shouting at it. What

does a bug want with a sock anyway? Then I may have put my

mug down on PriyaPriya]]'s datapad, and now it has the faintest

circle on it. You can barely see it, but she sure does. I think

she's mad at me. Already offered to loot her a new one but

apparently that's not the point. Got to figure out something to

make it up to her. Then finally, I almost got wiped out by a...

something. My fault for having my eyes on the ground instead

of the clouds, but this thing just came out of nowhere.

Swooped down past me. Close enough to almost flip the

Samson and give me a heart attack. The moment I got things

under control, I just booked it. So, can't say what it was exactly

outside of big, dark, and in the air. Going to be real careful

about the north end of the Crying Vale from now on though.

Data Request - Concerning the Na'vi use of human weaponry

Location: Command Station Bravo

CASSANDRA SLATE: Colonel Harding, I have been assessing

some of the intelligence material about the hostiles in the

Western Frontier. It strikes me as interesting that while there

has been a proliferation of human-made weapons among the

natives in the central theatre, mostly thanks to Jake Sully,

there have been few mentions of such here despite active

human interference. We know of a rogue avatar belonging to

Dr. Alma Cortez, but based on the footage and reports from

battles predating the death of Director John Mercer, her

participation in overt combat operations against the RDA has

been limited at best. On the other hand, we've been able to

isolate two, disputedly three, distinct Na'vi using atypical

equipment and tactics that diverge from the native population

at large. Their clan affiliation remains equally hazy, as they

have been seen operating both alone and alongside various

clans. While I agree that two Na'vi are not going to decide the

result of this engagement, we've seen the power of

figureheads before. With this in mind, I would like to request

access to the locked files of Director Mercer to try and find

where these unusual Na'vi have emerged from.

Field Report: Prototype Troop Tracking System

Location: Aerial Defense Station Bravo

Sec-Ops field report: Monitoring of prototype troop tracking

network. The system aims to track troops in real-time, without

interference from Pandoran electromagnetic fields. Early user

feedback reports show persistent connection drops in the last

24 hours. Ran stability test. Inconclusive. Also tested receiver.

No fault detected. Appears to be an intermittent P.O.C error.

A.K.A. piece of crap technology nobody has the time to get working

properly. [pause] Must remember to delete that last bit.

Gunner's Personal Log: Get me Back to Bruno!

Location: Fueling Station Charlie

RDA GUNNER: One little prank and you get assigned to

Harding's do-over operation. Why's she getting a second

chance when I'm getting thrown to the wolves? Oh yeah, it's

the rank. Gee, silly me! These people have no sense of humor.

That thermite prank is a classic. It's damn right tradition at

this point. And no one got hurt. Like, really hurt. You can barely

tell the guy's had a skin graft! Not like he was a charmer to

begin with... I could be flying with Commander Bruno, be one of

Antonio's Assassins, but nope, guess we're not doing that.

Instead, I get to risk my ass for Harding's ego. At least they

didn't assign me to Slate. That woman's more frightening than

anything on this damn moon. If lizard people exist, she's one of

them. Don't know what Harding would be. Or Bruno. They broke

the mold with that guy. Natural born officer. Got to find a way

back into his squad once we're done blowing up these blues.

Memo - Lax Approval Processes

Location: Comms Outpost Alpha

ALBERT HINCKLEY: I have been going over some of the logistics

records in my free time, checking them for patterns of

inefficiency. The laxity I have uncovered is deeply disturbing.

For example, there was a report of high value equipment being

lost during transport by the western river branch in what the

locals call "Rider's Stretch", due to "an unspecified threat". An

unspecified threat? Really now. I find the threats in this region

to be quite easy to categorize. Either it is running around on

two legs with a spear or a rifle, or it has six legs and wants to

see if you are palatable. Granted, there are also the ones with

wings, but I am sure you can see my point. I tracked down the

person who had approved this report and was able to

ascertain that one or more large and aggressive land-animals

were responsible for the loss. The specific species remains a

mystery though as this person was very uncooperative and

even hostile towards a superior officer. I will send a separate

report on them later. In any case, I have drafted some plans

for fixing this state of affairs that we can discuss at your leisure.

Priya's Personal Log: Mokasa

Location: Great Games Camp, behind the Community Basket

PRIYA CHEN: Okay, okay - Anqa, check this out. That Kame'tire

guy, you know, Mokasa? The one, who, uh... I should really keep

my voice down. [clears throat] The one who told the RDA where

to find the Sarentu clan way back when? You see where I'm

going with this, right? He's here. Alma says he marched right

up to her - big, scary dude - and he's all like "it's all your fault

anyway" - 'cause he was kicked out of his clan, right? So, I

don't know what's going to happen now. He's still here. How do

Na'vi sort this kind of thing out? We might be heading back to

HQ sooner than we thought if they cancel the Games. I don't

think they will though. Everyone's kind of just... ignoring him

now. Come find me when you get this

RDA All-Personnel Memo - On Everyday Threats

Location: Command Station Charlie

(wrongly indicated as found in Command Station Delta)

ALBERT HINCKLEY: To all personnel. We continue to experience

a threat that puts the functioning of this facility, no, the entire

operation, at risk on a daily basis. This issue is the idling of

vehicles pre, post, and during loading and unloading

procedures. I should not have to remind everyone that we are

operating on finite resources. Aside from wasting fuel, you are

also reducing the viable operating life of the engine. I

understand that "a few minutes" may not seem like much, but

I can assure you that those minutes do add up and are being

monitored. Naturally, if your truck has a crane or a lifting

module, engine power is necessary for loading and unloading.

This has been pointed out before, yet it does not excuse the

majority of the fleet which does not have this equipment

installed. Drivers continuing to engage in this manner of

wasteful behavior may receive an adjustment to their salary.

In conclusion, I would like everyone to remember that while

Pandora has its own unique host of dangers, we also need to

remain vigilant of everyday threats such as these. By being

mindful we can make for a more efficient RDA. Have a

productive day.

RDA Briefing: Neurosect

Location: Operating Base Alpha

This audio log is potentially missable. Operating Base Alpha cannot be reentered after its quest.

RDA SCIENTIST: So let me give you guys a short briefing about

the Neurosect. [pause] Firstly, I concede this a pricey piece of

kit, it's comprised of a very delicate rotary imaging array, a

battery of theta-wave emitters, a restraining chair and a *lot*

of processing power. But you'll soon see where that money

goes. A Neurosect uses invasive tomographical mapping of the

prefrontal cortex, and key-word stimulus triggered responses

in order to extract intel from a given subject. In layman's

terms, if you're in the chair and we ask you to think of your

mother, the neural flare-up we can see in your brain will

resemble your mother. With repeated questioning we see more

and more flares, and we can reconstruct a more and more

accurate picture of your mother. Until we know everything that

you* know about your mother. And the kicker is, when I say

"mother" try not to think about your mother. Doesn't work,

right? Try and fight it, try and fight it with your brain full of

theta waves. That's a headache. Now imagine getting some

hippy insurgent in this machine. You ask the right questions,

very soon you'll know where he ate breakfast, and he can't lie

about it.

RDA Briefing: Oxygen Interrogation

Location: Operating Base Alpha

This audio log is potentially missable. Operating Base Alpha cannot be reentered after its quest.

RDA SCIENTIST: What I love about interrogating Na'vi with good

old Earth-composition air is that you all have the equipment

with you. All you need is a pressurized room, a bit of spare O2

and time. Brass tacks. Na'vi physiology means they can

breathe Earth air for a good long while, hours even. But they

feel it after minutes. Without enough CO2 in the air, their blood

alkalinity starts to creep up. First there's a headache, builds

behind the eyes, and a little tingling in the extremities. Toes,

fingers. You can watch 'em start to get a little tremble, maybe

they get a little anxious. Soon they'll start gasping for air, but it

won't help. Muscle aches, cramps - they find it harder to

stand. Take it much further and we're in the useful zone for

interrogation. They can still talk... just about. But thinking is

hard, they don't know what they're saying or what they've

already said. If you're going to get any useful intel out of an

interrogation subject, this is when you're going to get it. Keep

going and they'll lose consciousness and die, but honestly, if

all you want to do to is kill a blue, why waste the air?

RDA Officer's Log: High Operational Redundancy

Location 1: Refinery Processor Delta (outside, on crates below the raised end of the bridge)

Location 2: Fueling Station Bravo (near the south gate on a crate)

depending on the first installation you destroy (always mentioned as found in Refinery Processor Delta).

RDA SOLDIER: The colonel has ambitious demands for this

facility. I'd say there was a bit of optimism sprinkled into them,

but that's never the case with her. This place is going to

deliver, one way or the other. And looking at the state of

things, it's probably going to be the latter. The number of

vehicles she's looking to have fueled from here is in the upper

ranges of the specs, even if everything was brand new and in

full working order. Instead, we have rotten electronics,

patched pipelines, and something had died in one of the main

tanks, forcing a full purge. What I don't get is why Lieutenant

Hinckley's camp is not being considered in these numbers.

With them online, we could drop the quotas to around 70%

without running short. Basically, she's acting like one of these

facilities might just go up in smoke at any moment. Admittedly,

with her history in the region, it might not be a bad approach.

Teylan's Personal Log: Come Home

Location: Painted Grove Na'vi Camp

TEYLAN: Everyone's mad that Mokasa's at the Games. It's kind

of weird. Ri'nela says we shouldn't talk to him. I don't want to

talk to him anyway - he's a bit scary. Even though... I dunno. I

feel kind of sorry for him too. But, Ri'nela says it's not just

about what he did to Anufi... and to us. It's that he never

owned up to his mistakes. She says he should have known

better. [pause] But I DID know better. I knew it was wrong...

talking to Director Mercer on my walkie. But I liked how he saw

me. I was... special. Everyone here treats me like I didn't

understand what I was doing. Sometimes I wish they'd just yell

at me. Instead, they're nice. "oh, poor Teylan. He fell for

Mercer's lies." It just makes me feel worse. Like the biggest

fake of all time. [pause] It's hard to know how to come home

when you've done something bad. [pause] Nor, if you find this

somehow... you can come back. Please, come back. We miss

you. [pause] You probably won't touch this log even if you do

find it.

The Great Games - A Xenological Revolution

Location: Sheltering Tree Field Lab

ALEXANDER TREMAYNE: Truly these Great Games offer a

fascinating insight into the Na'vi way of life. And to be invited

here ourselves - rarely has any human endeavor to study this

culture been so welcomed. I find myself wondering if this is

how the great Dr Grace Augustine felt when she ingratiated

herself here with the Omatikaya clan. We're not just merely

tolerated here, but greeted as allies. This delicate friendship

must be tended to with respect and care. We must not

overstep or overstretch. Still, I have high hopes for the

knowledge these Games will bring. How do the Na'vi express

friendly rivalry? In what ways do they ensure competition

brings them closer rather than causing greater division? How

are winners determined - and losers? And how are these

winners and losers considered within clan society after the

fact? Perhaps I'm still too human in my thinking. My

observations so far lead me to conclude that these Games are

not so stiff and formal, but instead an expression of joy and

unity. They're purely fun. I hope to learn more tomorrow.

Voice Memo - AMP Defender Requisition

Location: Processing Outpost Alpha

This audio log is missable. Processing Outpost Alpha cannot be reentered.

RDA SCIENTIST: Colonel Harding, let me first say how glad we

are you're fielding AMP Defenders as part of your expeditionary

campaign. I don't think you'll be disappointed, we're proud of

the Defender, and we're very proud of its record as a defense

and Na'vi pacification asset. Talking shop, this is a standard

AMP chassis, just over four meters in height, all cockpit and

ambulatory mechanisms are compliant with other Pandora

spec models. So your motor pool supply logistics officer won't

have any real headaches. Where it's different is mostly

loadout. We have an integrated turret mount on top of the cab,

you can put a Gau Ninety on it, a grenade delivery system, that

kind of thing... but let's talk about the shield one of the oldest

weapons in human history and it still works today. This

ballistic shield is just under four meters of mixed alloys with

a glass-polymer laminate window. Tough, simple, the blue's

have nothing that can get through it, and boy, they've tried.

And we've upped the grip strength in the hands a little, we're

now at around two hundred kilograms per square centimeter

which... well, we haven't seen it yet but that kind of pressure

should interact with Na'vi bones real nice.

Voice Memo - Monster Na'vi Investigation

Location: Command Station Alpha

EMMETT PORTER: Had a talk with Slate about a Western Frontier

myth I guess you'd call it. "A monster Na'vi" that wears a

collection of dog tags around its neck and comes out of

nowhere to pick off Sec-Ops members.

I conduct myself in the way of a rational human being and

know that we have higher priorities right now, but there is

something familiar about this "monster".

By familiar, I not only mean that something similar has shown

up in reports before, but that admittedly it triggers some

personal memories as well.

I don't necessarily claim it's a single individual. It might be

multiple Na'vi assuming some kind of special warrior role we

have not documented.

Granted, this could also be a case of battlefield superstition.

We're dealing with an alien species on an alien moon, and the

human mind is nothing if not creative when so stimulated.

Still, I feel like we should divert some of our intelligence

resources to this matter, as the missing and killed Sec-Ops

members are a hard, documented fact, even if their killer isn't.

Voice Memo - What's Up, Colonel?

Location: Command Station Charlie

QUI PRICE: Hey Colonel, what's up? Yeah, was just wondering

how's things? Only seen you at briefings now, and you do those

online. Thought we would be hanging out a bit more here on the

Western Frontier, you know? Showing the blues their place

side by side. Kicking some ass. Maybe torching a village or two.

You know? Fun. Got me stuck here babysitting this outpost

and I'm not mad or nothing, but it ain't where the action is,

right? I can dig being held back in case things get really heavy

or something, but it's kind of a drag. So, I'm just saying. I'm right

here coach, put me in the game, yeah?

Zakru of the Upper Plains - A Study in Sound

Location: Rolling Slopes Field Lab

Alexander's recordings of zakru sounds.

Secrets of the Spires Audio Logs

Grinder Engineer Memo - RE: Dragon Production

Location: Stone Processor Delta

RDA GRINDER ENGINEER: Team, we reached a milestone today

and I couldn't let it pass without sending a personal message

of congratulations to every engineer working at the Grinder

facility.

We have broken the record for Dragon fabrication time

anywhere outside of Bridgehead. Our processing and 3D

printing systems are operating at close to one hundred

percent, twenty-four hours a day - we have set the standard

for autonomous aerial vehicle production across the whole of

the Western Frontier. Now we all know what corporate will say.

They'll say it's down to the minerals we got up here, they're

easy to mine, rich in the silica, rare metals. All of that. But I

know it's down to you engineers. Your hard work, diligence and

resilience of attitude.

And that is why, as a bonus to your contracted downtime, I

have authorized an extra half-a-day R&R for all of you.

That will be available if we maintain this schedule for the

remainder of the quarter. Thank you.

Progress Report: Production Strategy

Location: Extraction Refinery Charlie

ANTONIO BRUNO: Having just reviewed the production numbers,

I can't say that I'm impressed. Quotas are for the most part

met, but really, is it because of or despite the management?

The initial setup phase is done, and we should be producing at

a steady rate, but the numbers are inconsistent, the variance

outside the margins. I've heard two explanations for this. Na'vi

launching attacks from a hidden settlement, and an equally

hostile new animal species. Both of these are failures of

intelligence and should have been in the initial reports instead

of gigabytes of geological survey data. Still, there are solutions

to these issues. Any nesting grounds that impact on mining

and shipping will receive a limited missile strike. For the Na'vi,

who are probably cave-dwellers, we'll need to deploy

mechanized infantry. Once these distractions are off the

board, we can look at the numbers again. There will be a

difference, but I don't expect it to make up for all the variation

I'm seeing. With data on our side, we can then identify the

posts with competency issues, remove the underperformers

and replace them with people who have at least an ounce of

ambition.

Psychological Assessment: Flight Commander Antonio Bruno

Location: Stone Processor Charlie

RDA PSYCHOLOGIST: After the many reports about Flight

Commander Bruno's conduct, and the potential risk to the Grinder

project, I took the rare step of visiting his command for

personal assessment.

Cutting to the chase, concerns about his interpersonal skills

do have some basis. When he joined the RDA we detected

numerous antisocial behavior markers, notably arrogance and

a sense of superiority, including a marked disdain for his

parents. But he tested off the chart. In person, this all bears

out. He's blunt with anyone outside defense teams, and this

creates friction with other department heads. He doesn't care,

I'm not even sure he notices... while most officers are

offended to be under psychological assessment, he appears

completely indifferent to my presence.

But tactically, he remains extremely impressive.

He doesn't fire a bullet if he can avoid the expense. But when

he does act, it is well thought out, decisive and measured. And

it must be noted that the Grinder project is running fifteen

percent cheaper than projected and, despite Na'vi resistance,

is still close to schedule.

In summary, I have no concerns about his aptitude for this

command, and if he hadn't repeatedly stated his contempt for

corporate affairs, I'd recommend him for a boardroom

position.

RE: Tactical Assessment of the Spires clan

Location: Airship wreckage southwest of the Last Plunge waterfall in the Splintered Arches subregion

ANTONIO BRUNO: General Ardmore, supplemental to my report,

I have some observations I want to pass up the chain

personally.

Na'vi in this region are attacking aerial convoys on multiple

routes from the mine to the Grinder. It's been manageable,

particularly with the sonic defense platforms.

But they are engaging us in a way which has gotten my

attention.

Aside from the usual banshee patrols, these Na'vi are

gathering the gas-filled pods of the puffball tree, binding them

in woven nets and letting them loose on our flight routes. If

they hit us... and it happens, these pods explode, their spores

clogging up engines and air filters. I've lost Scorpions and good

pilots this way. Like a lot of native technology, it is crude, but

it's clever.

My assessment is these aren't just angry warbands lashing

out. The Na'vi here are employing textbook guerrilla warfare

tactics. They're gathering intelligence, preparing well, and

efficiently sabotaging supply routes. This tells me there is a

strategy in play. These Na'vi may be part of the Sully

insurgency. I'll keep you apprised.

Spires Xenobiology Survey. RDA Biologist - Personal Log 1

Location: VSM Facility Bravo

RDA BIOLOGIST: So this is... what? Day eight of the expedition

and well, this region is a beautiful place. It is vast, scary. I love

it.

Its ecosystem is broadly what we expected, nothing to trouble

seasoned construction crews.

There's an aerial predator we need a better look at but other

than that the only unusual thing is a lot of echo stalker warrens.

I've mapped five unique colonies so far, so that's over a

hundred hunting adults, maybe?

Behaviorally, they're very territorial and respond to any

approach, sensing our footsteps from their underground

burrows, especially the AMP suits. They mark their burrows

with the bones of prey, and if you disturb those, oof, they're

onto you right away. But they're avoidable if you're careful.

Also, it seems the musk of an occupied warren attracts a bug

swarm you can see a mile away.

I'll be writing up patrol encounter guidelines before full

deployment, but I would love to get more behavioral data.

These echo stalkers are surprisingly smart. We even had one

curious den mother tailing our detail for a couple of clicks, and

I was intrigued to see how she'd respond when we went into

another colony's territory. But we were setting up camp, so I

had Jenkins kill her. That was a shame, but I'll get more

opportunities to study them.

Dorsman has a theory there's even more nests in the caves,

which is definitely worth checking out.

Spires Xenobiology Survey. RDA Biologist - Personal Log 2.

Location: Airship wreckage just west of Convoy Watchtower Bravo and southeast of Sheltering Falls

RDA BIOLOGIST: We've hit the jackpot. Dorsman was right, the

echo stalkers have colonies in the caves; there's a deep

sedimentary soil layer on the floor which they burrow in... but

there's something else in here - it's those aerial predators.

They nest here too: interspecies cohabitation.

The adult aerial beasts are giants, banshee size, and they're

weirdly beautiful. They roost hanging from the ceilings and

have not stirred at any time we've been moving around the

cave floor. [creature noise] And that noise? Yeah, that noise is

from a swarm of juveniles, I'm guessing an echolocation call?

Maybe?

God, I can't wait to get one of these on a dissection table.

There's a nest with eggs here, but I don't think we should...

Dorsman, WAIT! [ chiroptera screeches] [gunfire]

Teylan's Personal Log: Different Times

Location: Fool's Leap Na'vi Camp

Hey, Nor. It's Teylan again. We're here, with the Ke'awa

Kame'tire.

I've never been this far away from camp before. It's just us -

me, Ri'nela, and So'lek. The others didn't come. It's a bit too far,

Anqa says, with fuel reserves being so low.

Priya and Alex were pretty disappointed to miss out. It's a little

weird without them. Different, I mean. I don't remember the

last time I was with Na'vi. Like, ONLY other Na'vi. No humans.

Did you come this way? I hope you did. I heard So'lek as Tsu'lo

if he'd seen you. He said no, but... it's a big place. So'lek got

quiet though. I think he was hoping you were out here too.

But you're outside somewhere, anyway. Like you always

wanted. [pause] Do you ever... think about TAP sometimes?

The others don't really talk about it. I try not to, but...

Sometimes it feels like none of it every really happened. You

know what I mean? Like it was a dream I had, or something.

And now I'm awake.

But, I can still feel it... all of it. I'm sure you can too. [pause] If

you get this, you can call me, okay? It's the top button on the

right.

Missable Audio Logs

Main Story

• Resistance HQ (Kinglor Forest), accessible until the end of A Victory Celebration:
  • Message for Priya: Meteor Shower
• TAP Con-1, accessible only during Into the Fog:
  • RDA internal update: Cages - priority one
  • RDA internal memo - Watch out for Mercer!
  • TAP subject log: Aha'ri
  • URGENT NOTICE - IMMEDIATE EVAC
  • Question Ref. Toxic Chemicals

Ubisoft support responds to a bug report about the Brainstorm audio log not spawning

The Sky Breaker DLC

• Processing Outpost Alpha, accessible only during The Great Games:
  • Voice Memo - AMP Defender Requisition
• Operating Base Alpha, accessible only during The Bitter End:
  • RDA Briefing: Neurosect
  • RDA Briefing: Oxygen Interrogation