The ISS Venture Star turns slowly around you, inducing an unpleasant sense of virtigo. That, combined with the zero gravity and the nausea of cryosleep, soon has you dry retching, trying to vomit up the contents of a stomach that has been empty for five-Earth years. You swallow a few anti-sickness pills and wash them down with water squirted from a tube. They kick in during the Valkyrie ride to the planet of Pandora below, though you still slump weakly in your harness, shivering with cryosickness. The vast expanse of untouched jungle sweeps by beneath the shuttle, before giving way to the churned red mud of Hell's Gate.
You sit through the induction - exobreathers, toxic fauna, ultraviolent flora, yadda yadda. Can't be much worse than Earth, that's for sure. You listen half-heartedly, but your mind is distracting more on the thought of meeting your Avatar and walking on two legs once again.
The RDA compound has hardly been made with wheelchair access in mind, but your strong upper body and willpower power you through the clinging red clay that sticks to your wheels. Leaving long muddy marks across the immaculate floor of the Link Room, you wheel yourself towards one of the massive amnio-tanks, in which floats the body that you'll be inhabiting for the duration of your stay. The Avatar is...
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