My Epic Hunt For The Prometheus Fuel Trucks In Avatar: Frontiers Of Pandora

Alright, fellow Na'vi and avatar drivers, gather 'round the campfire (a clean, natural one, not an RDA-sparked inferno). Let me tell you about my recent vacation in the Kinglor Forest. I didn't go for the scenic bioluminescence or the peaceful floating mountains. Oh no. I went on a glorified, high-stakes garbage collection run. My mission? To find and dismantle every last Prometheus Division fuel truck and camp that's turning Pandora's western woods into a smog-filled parking lot. Finding these camps was like trying to spot a Viperwolf in a pitch-black cave—frustrating and likely to end with you getting bitten. But fear not! I've braved the AMP suits and the questionable fashion sense of RDA troopers to bring you the ultimate, slightly sarcastic guide to cleaning up the Kinglor Forest.

The Kinglor Forest's Shadow Woods region is supposed to be majestic. Instead, when I first flew over, the map looked like someone had spilled ash all over a beautiful painting. The air was thicker than a Thanator's hide. That's the lovely handiwork of the RDA's Prometheus Division and their six mobile environmental disasters, plus a couple of permanent ugly bases. Clearing these out isn't just for good karma; it literally clears the smog from your map and unlocks fast travel points. Think of it as wiping grime off a window to finally see the view.

Let's talk trucks. There are six of these rolling polluters, each with a fancy Eagle codename. Taking them down usually follows a simple, satisfying recipe:

1. Sneak or fight your way through the RDA guards. (I recommend a stealthy approach, unless you enjoy being shot at by giant robots).

2. Locate the junction boxes on the fuel truck and rip them out like you're pulling weeds.

3. This pops open the back, revealing a shiny red box that's basically the truck's 'off' switch.

4. Destroy the red box and enjoy the fireworks. Kaboom!

Here’s your personalized tour of ecological vandalism (the good kind):

Camp Name	Location Guide	My Personal Notes
Eagle Alpha	North of Shallow Creek.	The tutorial truck. A gentle introduction to arson. The RDA here are about as alert as a sleeping Direhorse.
Eagle Bravo	North of the Learner's River, east of the Boundless Range.	Lots of trees for cover. Scout from above like a majestic Ikran before descending.
Eagle Charlie	Between The Scout's Mistake and Tangled Stream.	The central hub. Don't skip it! It's guarded by AMP suits that clank around like clumsy kitchen appliances. Hit the weak point on the truck's roof first!
Eagle Delta	East of Tangled Stream, on the cliffs.	A bit of a climb. The view is almost worth the pollution. Almost.
Eagle Echo	Due north of Droplet Islands, nestled between rivers.	Very picturesque, if you ignore the industrial equipment. Another tanker being set up—nice of them to leave the parts out for us to break.
Eagle Lima	Between northern Tangled Stream and The Scout's Mistake.	Feels like a truck stop between Alpha and Charlie. In and out, quick snack (of RDA rations), then move on.

With the mobile units scrapped, it was time for the main course: Camp Wildfire. This place isn't a camp; it's a full-blown industrial complex attached to the bigger Fort Prometheus, squatting on the southern edge of the forest like a metal tick. Sabotaging this place was a multi-course meal of destruction.

First, I had to get inside the main facility. After dodging more troopers than I could count, I found a tunnel system leading to a yellow ladder. Climbing up, I slipped into the control room—the security was tighter than a Navi's queue braid, but I managed. Inside, a generator hummed away, powering the whole nasty operation. Smashing it felt as good as popping bubble wrap, but louder and with more sparks.

Now for the fun part: turning the camp's own infrastructure against it. The place was littered with fuel trucks and AMP fueling stations. I'd rip open a junction box on a truck and then lure one of those hulking AMP suits over. The resulting explosion was more satisfying than a perfect headshot. Pro Tip: Look for empty AMP suits sitting dormant. Above them, often in an arch, is an exposed fuel cell. Shooting it is like cutting the puppet strings—those suits won't be bothering anyone ever again.

After the dust settled and Camp Wildfire was a ghost town, I did what any savvy adventurer does: looted the place for all the ammo and healing supplies I could carry. Then, I turned my gaze north, to the big boss of the area: Fort Prometheus. This fortress loomed on the horizon, a slab of grey arrogance against Pandora's vibrant greens.

The approach here is similar but amplified. Listen to your friend Priya—she's got the intel. Use your Na'vi senses to highlight every fuel truck, every AMP station, and, crucially, the helipad fueling stations. You gotta find those yellow valves and give them a turn to shut off the fuel. It’s oddly therapeutic, like being a galactic plumber.

Once you've cut the fuel, the fort panics and activates its emergency safety system. This means a trip to the security office. The door was locked tighter than an RDA executive's heart, so I did the sensible thing: I smashed the window. Inside, two control panels on the wall needed a good whacking. Deactivating the terminal here was like silencing a very annoying alarm clock.

This triggered the final phase: flaming vents. By this point, reinforcements are usually swarming the place like Stingbats to a light. My advice? Get high. Find a vantage point and watch for four vents that open and close, spewing fire. Waiting for the right moment to shoot them felt like playing the world's most dangerous game of Whack-a-Mole. When you hit all four... bliss. A beautiful cutscene plays of the RDA scrambling to evacuate, their grand fort now a useless husk.

The reward? Aside from the glorious sight of clean air returning to the forest, you get to raid the main office for rare items, ammo, and supplies. Rumor has it there's even better loot if you can pull off the whole sabotage without triggering reinforcements—a challenge for another day, perhaps. For now, I'm just enjoying the quiet. The Kinglor Forest is finally starting to breathe again, and it sounds better than any symphony. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some pollen to smell and absolutely zero fuel trucks to blow up. For now. 😉