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[mrsoharaa]

˗ˏˋ ❥ Sending Miguel naughty, spicy videos/audios/pictures of you whimpering and touching salaciously to yourself to the thought of him, on his bed, while he was away on a dreadful mission. 🫣🫢

[aftcrhovrs]

Pretty with no effort so imagine when I apply pressure.

[grimace-writes]

New Kid in Town *.•.*• No. 2

GN!Reader x Task Force 141 (feat. Alejandro + Roldolfo)

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Summary: The Reader must show the team what they are made of during a sparing session with Ghost.

Word count: 1449

(3rd Person POV | They/Them so anyone can read :) | Early to Mid Twenties) [Unfortunately contains Google translated Spanish...I apologize (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Also the Reader is written to be a badass, they deserve it]

[Enjoy! (๑ º ᗜ <; ๑) ノ♡ ]

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Their 141 and MSF friends were really like their own little found family, who functioned mostly by themselves in their own little corner of the base. There were plenty of other teams that shared the other factions of the base, though it seemed rare to see them as Price and the gang were higher on the food chain. The captain made sure they all participated in training with the recruits or other teams for missions, along with helping the other teams on certain larger missions. Seeing as {Y/N} was still fresh meat themselves, they were exempted from participating in group training until the next week. Price wanted to gauge their skill first hand before releasing them to the populous.

“Thanks for the meal, guys..It was good. I hope whatever I make will be up to par like this..” {Y/N} said standing from their place at the table to grab all the empty dishes.

“I’m sure it’s going to be just fine and you are very welcome.” Rudy says, handing his plate to them with a smile before grabbing the leftovers to pack up.

“Sí, estaba delicioso. Gracias, mi amigos.” (*Yes, it was delicious. Thank you, my friends.*) Alejandro joined in collecting the dishes to help with cleaning.

Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost stayed seated as the three went to the kitchen with the mess from the table. {Y/N} rinsed and scrubbed the plates as Ale wiped and put them away, he made sure to explain where each item went. Ghost and Price seemed to be talking about work things as Price’s eyebrows furrowed when {Y/N} glanced at him as they put dishes away. {Y/N} met the Captain's gaze which softened the older man’s expression, “Mind coming over here a sec, {C/N}?”

{Y/N} nodded, excusing themself from their task wiping their hands dry before making their way over to the two superior officers. “Yes?”

“With the day still young, Ol’ Ghost here suggests we start your training early. This will give us the opportunity to get a head start on your training regime, if you are up to it that is. It’d be understandable if you need a full day to get settled, though we’d have to start tomorrow at the latest.” Price paused to finish the remnants of coffee in a mug that read ‘World’s Greatest Boss’ in comical lettering as he let {Y/N} mull over the options. It didn’t take long for their answer, they were eager to get started mixed with the anxiety they felt earlier fed their decision.

“Good choice, hen. You two can discuss the details more at the training halls, for now best go back to your previous task.” Price them a smile, cheekily sliding his empty mug towards {Y/N} causing them to snort as they took the glass.

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{Y/N} sighed, wiping the dampness from their hands on the front of their pants. They went to the restroom before they went to the session, which separated them Soap and Ghost who were walking with them to the training halls. With a quickened pace they made their way through the halls to their destination, Ghost stood alone by the sparring mats in a room filled with various types of gym equipment.

“Thanks for your patience, sir.” They said jogging over to him, “Where did the sergeant go?”

A pair of silent footsteps made their way to the pair, making a direct beeline towards {Y/N}, who had their back to their attacker. The person held out a ‘knife’ going to sneak attack them, though their plan was foiled by {Y/N} slamming their heel into his foot. With swift action they rounded a kick backwards, hitting the person in the stomach sending him to the floor. They held their fists up to shield themselves from anymore onslaught, a deep grimace in their face as they looked to their attacker.

Soap laid on his side groaning, one hand on his stomach, the other holding his foot. Ghost looked dumbfounded as Soap began to laugh, “That's pure class! How did ya dae that?"

"I took self-defense classes during intermediate (middle) school, then Karate and gymnastics as my electives all throughout secondary (high) school," {Y/N} picked up the discarded rubber knife pointing towards Soap and straightened their posture. They earned themselves confused looks (well eyes in Ghost’s case), which made them feel a little self conscious. “What can I say? I was a military brat, raised by two overprotective commanders who wanted to make sure no one could ever hurt me.”

‘Plus my mentor made sure I could survive any circumstance during the summers, but that’s a story for another day.’ They thought to themselves with a shiver of the memories of those days.

“You’re need for private sessions makes more sense, now” The poor beaten up Scottish man said, he was hoisted up by Ghost. Soap groaned when he put pressure on his foot but was fine otherwise (his pride was more damaged than anything). “You really are something else, best to rein in those feral tendencies, huh? Though one of these days, you mind showing me how ya dae that?” Mactavish walked over to {Y/N} to give them a friendly victory shake, which they gladly took with a smile.

“Maybe, suds.” They said jokingly back.

{Y/N}’s actions made the silent lieutenant more intrigued by them, their skills and techniques seems to match the intel in their file. He felt like he was going to have to take their match more seriously now, it broke his cold persona making him chuckle. “{C/N}. You may have been able to defeat an opponent sneaking up on you..” Ghost crossed his arms leaning back into his full height, tilting his head to the side to stare down at them. “..Let’s find out how good you are against an opponent head on.”

{Y/N} placed their hands on their hips, matching the lieutenant’s gaze before making their way onto the actual training mate. They held the rubber knife to Ghost as he walked over, he shook his head in response.

“Nope, you are going to be the attacker for this exercise.”

{Y/N} gave him a confused look for a second, the plan they quickly came up with went out the window. Having the new prompt they quickly formulated a new plan, with Soap it was easier to find his weak spot and exploit them (plus natural instinct for self preservation). Ghost’s masked expressions mixed with the overall difficulty to read his body language, made this a harder challenge.

‘Attacking the lieutenant, this is a life or death moment..Fight like you are gonna die..’ {Y/N} thought as they moved into an offensive position, Ghost grunted in satisfaction as he matched them in defense.

‘My only chance will be to catch him off guard, he’s probably expecting me to run up and attack..Perfect.’ They stepped forward letting their guard down, making their way to the very confused lieutenant. Ghost held his guard as they twirled the knife in their hand quickening their pace. Once they were at arms length the lieutenant went to swing at them, not taking any chances for them to gain any more ground towards him. {Y/N}’s slid their foot back into a slight fencing lunge, narrowly avoiding Ghost’s fist from colliding with their face, they harshly clapped their hands upwards towards Ghost’s face. This abnormal technique caused Ghost to blink briefly, giving them the tiniest advantage they were gambling for.

{Y/N} grabbed his extended arm, which made Ghost tense and held himself grounded, allowing them to swing through the small space between his legs. They let him go as they slid quickly twisting their body, pouncing up to hop on his back and wrapped their legs around his waist. Ghost grunted as Y/N held the knife against his throat, their other arm wrapped under his arm as they rested their head on his shoulder. “I think I handled myself pretty well, Lieutenant. I win..”

A loud whistle followed by group clapping ran through the empty space, Price and Gaz snuck in to join Soap to watch the match. {Y/N} released Ghost as they gently got off him, feeling awkward with the peanut gallery seeing them clinging to the lieutenant. They cleared their throat taking a step away from Ghost, an expression explaining how they felt clear on their face.

“You did good..” Ghost’s voice cut through praise of the others, he wasn’t the type to easily give out compliments. {Y/N}’s chest filled with pride, “Thank you, sir.”

To be continued..

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Author's Note: If you recognize the technique that inspired the Reader’s, you get 5 gold stars ⭐. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed the story. Let me know what you thought of it, Love Love~ (o´ ω `o)💕💕

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[uldahstreetrat]

there's like a thousand and ten little apps and things for stuff like animal crossing daily tasks but my adhd ass needs one of those for XIV SO bad orz

like there is ALWAYS something I'm forgetting to do daily between my reputation quests and hunts and everything else and I need a little check list but I can't remember everything I need to do to just make one myself ˚‧º·(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)‧º·˚

[redhead-reporter]

"I don't see why the GUYS should get to have all the fun, do you?" MJ asked, punctuating her question with the POP of the cork sliding free from the wine bottle's neck. She knew that Peter and Matt would call next to NOTHING associated with their spandex-wearing alter egos fun, but at least they had each other out there. Someone to bounce IDEAS off of, lean on when the task at hand became too much for even their super powered strength to manage alone. Sure, Karen had Foggy and MJ had Miles (and later Ganke once the former got bitten), but ... well, it wasn't the SAME, was it?

Sometimes she just needed a break from the BOYS' CLUB that was New York City's greatest heroes.

"Anything interesting slide across your desk lately? Found myself missing a bit of the CHAOS ever since I left the Bugle..."

º ✧ 。a fresh start starter with @sevenbulletsavior !

[rite-te-suli-kireysi-ite]

Emrey— Survive || OC & Sully Family

Chapter 3: "Demon Dog, I copy, over"

Summary:

The story about love and family, about beginning and end, about life and death. All shown equally and unfairly, for that is the way it was intended.

Follow the story of the Sully Family as they journey across the seas, seeking sanctuary, only to find war and death.

But they emrey— survive, because their family is their fortress.

words: 3.8k

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

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This was the second war between the Na’vi and Sky People. Those who remember or fought in the first wish they hadn’t, the memories weighing down heavily on them. Never before had they seen death on such a large scale. Never before had they seen so many buried, so many be sent back into the arms of the Great Mother, so much sorrow. 

None of them knew it better than Tsu’tey.

Niri’te didn’t truly understand how the first war had affected the Omatikaya People, only having heard the stories from her parents, sempu Tsu’tey and auntie Ninat told her and her siblings. Lo’ak always had a weird fascination with those stories, always wanting to hear more whenever he could.

But she wasn’t one to judge as she attentively listen to the stories of injuries and illnesses her grandmother Mo’at told. She listened as Mo’at told her about all sorts of remedies, as well as showed her how to make a few simple ones for common injuries.

Her shawl flapped violently as she soared through the air on her ikran Makita, as Niri’te surveyed the sky around her. She was tasked as a lookout along with her brothers. They were supposed to watch over the raid and alert their father when they saw hostile airships.

Making a loop around the scene, Niri’te noticed Lo’ak diving down, Neteyam quickly following after him. She sighed, knowing Lo’ak hated being lookout, rather he wanted to be in the thick of it, shooting at the enemy with the guns taken from previous raids.

Niri’te decided to stay in the air, not wanting to get in trouble when the two brothers undoubtedly got caught abandoning their posts. She still kept an eye on them as well as observed the sky. She saw Lo’ak bounding up to a group of warriors that were unpacking and distributing Sky People's weapons amongst themselves. One of them gave a gun to Lo’ak, who turned to show Neteyam, unintentionally pointing the weapon straight at his chest. Neteyam shoved the gun away and took it from Lo’ak, scolding him.

Niri’te chuckled to herself at her brothers' antics, eyes returning to the surrounding sky just in time to see an enemy craft rounding the bend.

She let out a hollering cry, alerting those on the ground as the ship opened fire.

She ducked between oncoming missiles as she tried to get to cover, twisting and rolling in the sky as she nimbly avoided the attacks.

When she was a safe distance away from the attack but still close enough to see what was happening on the ground, did she see other ikran riders descending on the airship, bows drawn as they released their mightly arrows at the tawtute flying the craft.

Before the craft went down, it let loose its last missile. It made contact near a group of warriors that were still unloading weapons.

The explosion was nothing like Niri’te had ever seen. Debris flew everywhere and the shockwave that sounded left her ears ringing. She saw the warriors thrown into the air, swept off their feet by the explosion. She hoped they were alright.

Distantly she heard voices crackle over her earpiece, sure that she heard her father calling out to her brothers. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the ringing.

She circled in the air, diving down and landing at the edge of the massive crater created by the blast. She slid off Makita as she began to look for survivors.

She wasn’t the only one as she saw Mr Norm hauling an injured warrior across his shoulders, bringing him to a pa’li mounted by another Na’vi. After passing off the injured, Mr Norm caught sight of her. He frowned but knew that she had at least a basic knowledge of first aid, so he said nothing as he went back to looking for more casualties.

Niri’te turned, eyes searching the shredded ground for the fallen. Finding one, she quickly made her way over.

The warrior was on her front, face obscured by her hair. Gently as she could, Niri’te turned her over to lay on her back. Her eyes scanned the warrior, finding long gashed across her torso and legs, luckily they weren’t very deep. She checked for breathing as she took the warrior's hand.

“If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.” she called out, hoping that the warrior heard her.

Faintly she felt the hand squeeze hers, she let out a sigh of relief as she called Makita over, the ikran had a pouch filled with first aid supplies her mother had insisted she takes whenever she gets called to be a lookout.

Quickly she removed the pouch and rummaged through it, looking for a long enough bandage to wrap the warrior's wounds. “You’re going to be alright, you hear?” she said to the warrior, still laying motionless but thankfully still breathing. “I’m gunna make sure you walk away from this.”

It felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she treated the warrior, hands moving of their own volition as they wrapped the bandage tightly around the warrior’s torso.

She repeated this process to whoever she found, conscious or not. She took their hand and reassured them that they were going to live to see the next sunrise.

“Sky flower, do you copy, over.”

Jakesully’s voice crackled in her ear, it had sounded desperate. Niri’te hurriedly patched the wound of a young warrior, securing the bandage tightly. When she was done and had handed the warrior off to another, she pressed her two fingers to her neckpiece. She tried not to think of the worst as she answered her father’s call.

“Demon dog, I copy, over.”

She scrunched her nose at the ridiculous names, not understanding why her father insisted on using them, but she did understand that they were a part of Jakesully’s job as a Sky Person soldier and that sometimes it was hard to let such things go.

“Good, finish what you’re doing then fall back, meet us back at base, over.”

“Yes sir, over.”

Niri’te looked around, eyes searching for other fallen warriors that were missed. She found none. She then directed her eyes above, seeing Makita still circling. Dusting herself off as best she could, she called Makita down.

Soon she was in the air, making her way through the Hallelujah Mountains to High Camp. The Omatikaya People had taken up residence there in the first year of the war. The Sky People had found their village, waited for the cover of night before they burned it to the ground. Those who could not escape were lost in the blazes, the old and sick, and two children, separated from their parents.

The loss was felt throughout the people, hearts aching for those lost.

They were without a home again, left wandering the jungle. The people were discouraged and afraid, those who had seen the horrors of the first war were trapped in their minds, the smoke and fire sending them back to the time when Home Tree was razed to the ground.

But it was her father who had brought the people together for the second time. He spoke of pain and tragedy, victory and loss. He inspired the Omatikaya People again, uniting them in times of sorrow again. 

Some say that the burning of their home was the true cause of the war. That the people were so outraged by the innocent lives lost that they retaliated, bringing down almost half a fleet of Sky People aircraft. And Niri’te couldn’t blame them, she remembered that night too well, the smoke filling the air, laying thick in her lungs as she tried to breathe. The fire, unbearable in its ferociousness, burning all that it touched. The screams that would haunt her for years to come, the sorrow and pain flooding them seared in her young mind.

When Niri’te arrived at High Camp, she caught the tail end of Neteyam and Lo’ak’s scolding.

“You’re supposed to be spotters,” she heard her father say, voice furious and rightfully so. “You spot bogies and you call ‘em in, from a distance! Does any of this sound familiar to you?” 

Just as Niri’te had slid off Makita and removed her saddle, did Jakesully see her. 

“Niri’te! Get over here right now.”

Niri’te stiffened, rubbing her arms, suddenly aware of the dirt and drying blood clinging to her pale skin.

She quickly made her way over and stood next to Lo’ak, subtly checking him for injuries. He had a cut on his arm, but it seemed to have stop bleeding, a few minor scrapes and a bruise forming on the back of his shoulder. Looking to Neteyam, she saw a still bleeding cut on his chest, along with a split lip. He had more scrapes than Lo’ak, most of them congregating on his chest and along his sides.

Niri’te looked back at her father, he didn’t have any injuries even though he was in the middle of the battle. She reached for Lo’ak’s hand as she saw her father’s fiery expression.

“Jesus! I let you two geniuses fly a mission and you disobey direct orders. If Niri’te hadn’t strayed from her post like you two had done, we wouldn’t have been alerted of the oncoming airship.” he was looking back and forth between the three, lips pursed tightly and breath heaving. “What were you two doing down on the ground in the first place?”

Even if the question was pointed at the two brothers, Jakesully had a pointed stare settled on Lo’ak. Niri’te felt him stiffen, his hand tightening around hers. She squeezed his hand, hoping it was enough to comfort him. When Lo’ak didn’t answer, their father scoffed angrily.

“Dad… sir, I take full responsibility—” Neteyam started.

“Yeah, you do! That’s right because you’re the older brother and you gotta act like it, like Niri’te does.”

“Dad—” Niri’te hated the way he compared them. She felt Lo’ak start to let go of her hand.

“And you, after everything went down, you came down as well.” he turned to her, it was intended as a question, but Niri’te knew it wasn’t. “Norm told me he saw you running around the battlefield,” 

Niri’te was about to defend herself, wanting to say she was treating the injured. “I know that you were helping those hurt, but why didn’t you call it in? Why, when I looked to the sky searching for you, did I not see you? It took too long before you answered the comms. I thought you were hurt, or worse.”

Niri’te didn’t know how long it had been since she started to help the wounded, it had all felt so quick.

She looked at her father, eyes wide. “I uh, I-I didn’t, um, I thought,” she struggled to get the words out. She wasn’t used to having Jakesully’s anger directed at her, it had always been someone else. She would be standing off to the side, watching the one on the receiving end of her father’s fury squirm. 

She felt Lo’ak squeeze her hand, returning her comforting gesture. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She didn’t see their mother swoop in on her ikran, body still covered in war paint as she rushed over to them.

Neytiri grabbed Neteyam by the shoulders, turning him around as she checked him for injuries. She found the same ones Niri’te had spied when she first arrived. Ignoring Jakesully, Neytiri did the same with the other two.

Niri’te saw her mother’s concern as she looked at the blood drying on her skin. “It’s not mine, mama,” she mumbled. Neytiri ignored her as she ran her hands down her arms.

When Neytiri was sure of her children’s well-being, she turned on her mate.

“Why are you standing here scolding them? They are clearly bleeding!”

Jakesully sighed and ran a hand down his face. “They disobeyed my orders—”

“Ach! What is it with you and your ‘orders’? The children are hurt and you are screaming at them.”

Jakesully looked at his mate, eyes tired and frustrated. He opened his mouth to say something back but Neytiri cut him off.

“If you say one more thing about orders I will skin you alive.”

Jakesully closed his mouth and pursed his lips. When he didn’t say anything Neytiri turned to her children. “Come ‘evi, let me take you to your grandmother.”

She led them between tents and crates filled to the brim with stolen Sky People weaponry. They passed others who were in the raid, some were already treated for their wounds, and others were cataloguing the new weapons with a few Avatars. Soon they were outside Tsahìk Mo’at’s hut, the powerful scent of herbs wafting from the open flaps. 

Inside they found Kiri sitting next to Mo’at, holding a bowl as the tsahìk dipped her fingers into it, scooping a glob of a greenish salve then spreading it on the bruised chest of a young warrior. The warrior hissed softly, shifting to try to get away from the firm hands of the tsahìk. 

Kiri looked up from watching her grandmother’s ministrations and saw her family standing but the hut’s opening. “Grandmother, we seem to have more patients.”

“Gah! What is it with these warriors and getting hurt? They should know how to avoid these silly injuries.” Mo’at grumbled as she finished massaging the salve into her patient’s skin. She then shooed him away, turning to look at those standing at the entryway.

As her eyes landed on her injured grandchildren, she quickly hurried them inside, sitting Neteyam in front of her as she examined the cut on his chest. She poked and prodded, ignoring Neteyam’s hiss and began looking around for the right remedy for his hurt.

Meanwhile, Kiri tasked herself to check Lo’ak. She pulled him down to sit in front of her, her hands skimming over his body as she looked at his injuries. She turned him around and both she and Niri’te noticed abrasions all over his back. Kiri stood up and made her way to a shelf on the other side of the hut, Niri’te quickly took her place and she gently touched Lo’ak’s back.

“Ow! Ri’te!” 

“Oh hush, I’m helping you.” she turned a deaf ear to her brother’s hissing, looking to Kiri as she came back, arms filled with herbs and a stone grinder, as well as a tankard of water. She handed the tankard and some of the plants to Niri’te as she started to grind a dapophet root.

“I would use yalkabar to ease the pain,” Kiri said offhandedly to her grandmother who was busy stitching the cut on Neteyam’s chest, not looking up from her task.

Mo’at eyed her. “Is that so? And who is the tsahìk?” 

Mo’at may have sounded a little harsh, but she was glad that her granddaughter suggested it. 

“You are,” Kiri sassed. “Move,” she hissed at Niri’te as she pushed her aside, taking her place behind Lo’ak. She heard her brother growl softly at Kiri, but she pinched his side making him wince. Lo’ak shot her a look, but she ignored it as she continued to strip the leaves from the stem of a blueish plant.

Niri’te felt a tug on the sleeve of her shawl, she looked up to see Lo’ak looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite place. She raised her brow in question, but Lo’ak just huffed and turned away, shuffling further from Kiri’s prodding hands.

Handing the stripped leaves to Kiri so she could grind them in with the salve, she got up and made her way to Neteyam and Mo’at. Crouching next to her grandmother she awaited instructions. Right as Mo’at was finishing the last stitch Neteyam cried out, face contorted in pain.

Niri’te reached for his hand, thumb smoothing over his skin.

“Mighty warrior,” she heard Lo’ak mumble. She then heard Kiri smack his head, muttering something to him.

Mo’at looked up from the finished stitch, eyes landing on Niri’te’s arms and legs still caked in dirt and dried blood. “Ri’te, go clean youreself up, we can’t have your dirty hands handling patients.”

Niri’te nodded and made her way to a water basin at the back of the hut. She pulled a rag from the wall and dunked it into the water. Then she began rubbing it on the dirt and blood, revealing the pale skin beneath.

She was contemplating taking off her shawl so she could clean herself more efficiently, but she didn’t want anyone to see what hid beneath it. The marred skin of her back wasn’t a pretty sight. They could already see the twisting scar on her thigh, she didn’t want them to see where it led as it vanished up her shawl.

Lost in thought she didn’t notice that she was rubbing her skin raw, pale blue giving way to a reddish pink as the rag was dragged across her arm. Switching arms she repeated the process of dunking the rag and washing off her arm. She did the same with her legs.

When she was as clean as she could get, she saw that she had scuffed her knees, now bleeding again as the rag had washed away all the grime. She ignored it and returned to her grandmother’s side, eager for instructions. But it seems that there was no need as Neteyam was all patched up by the time she got back.

Mo’at turned to look at her, eyes searching for wounds that were hidden underneath the muck.

She gestured for Niri’te to sit in front of her, bringing the girl’s hands into hers as she turned them over. Little cuts were scattered across her fingers and palms, barely noticeable. On her arms there was the rubbed raw skin, but nothing else. She made Niri’te stretch out her legs, taking notice of her bleeding knees.

Mo’at gave her a look, which Niri’te did not return. The tsahìk sighed and began to treat her grazed knees.

Somewhere between all this, Tuk had slipped past Neytiri. She had settled in Neteyam’s lap, animatedly telling him how she had been so bored that she literally climbed the walls while they were gone. Neytiri was going to have to talk to her about that later.

The mother stood at the entrance of the hut, watching her children. But there were times Neytiri felt that Jakesully seemed to forget to see them as such, children. Even the older ones were still young and playful and naive, she saw that in the way they teased each other constantly.

She turned away from the hut, deciding to look for her mate. 

She found him sitting outside their tent, deft hands fiddling with a gun in his lap. She stood in front of him, a hand on her hip as she waited for him to notice her.

It didn’t take long for him to look up. “What is it?”

“Neteyam and Lo’ak try to live up to you…” she started slowly, wanting to get it through her mate’s thick and stubborn head. “It is very hard on them, how you treat them.”

Jakesully sighed and looked back down to the gun in his lap. “I know,” he saw Neytiri crouch beside him, tilting her head so she could look him in the eye. “You are very hard on them.”

He pursed his lips, eyes turning away from her. “I’m their father, it’s my job.”

“And Ri’te?” Neytiri questioned.

“What about her?”

“You don’t think comparing the boys to her is a bad thing?” Jakesully was about to answer, but Neytiri cut him off. “Were you never compared to a sibling? Do you not know how painful it is to hear your parents say that you should be more like someone else? Do you, MyJake?”

Jakesully looked at her, mouth hanging open dumbly. He tried to say something, but his throat had closed up. Of course he knew what it was like. He had a twin brother who got PhD honours for christ’s sake! While all he got was PTSD and a disability discount. 

“She didn’t disobey direct orders, they did. If Ri’te had disregarded my orders I would have been just as hard on her. It isn’t about comparing them,” he found himself saying anyway.

Neytiri quietly looked at him. He was speaking about their children, but to her, it seemed he was talking about the discipline of hunters, congratulating those who followed orders and scolding those who don’t.

“This is not a squad, it is a family,” she told him as she stood up. It seemed that her point had finally gotten to him. He looked at her, eyes soft as they held shame and pain. He set down the gun, arms reaching around her as he hid his face in her stomach. 

With his eyes closed, he couldn’t stop himself from reliving one of the scariest moments of his life.

The missile had made contact, warriors were thrown into the air like rag dolls. He looked to the sky, hoping to see three ikran up there, circling. 

He didn’t see a single one.

Frantically he spun around, looking for his children. Logically he knew that Niri’te was the one who alerted them, knew that she would have retreated to a safe distance. But it was his sons that he was worried about most. 

Lo’ak had made it well known that he hated being on lookout duty, and Jakesully wouldn’t put it past his youngest son to abandon his post to come down and be in the thick of battle. And if he knew his sons, he knew that Neteyam would have followed him, if nothing but to make sure his brother didn’t get hurt. 

He connected the comms, hoping that one of the boys would answer.

“Redback, Lightfoot, do you copy, over.” 

No answer.

“Redback, Lightfoot, do you copy, over.” 

Static cracked over his earpiece.

“Demon dog, this is Redback, I copy, over”

Jakesully let out a heavy breath. Lo’ak had answered, he sounded dazed.

“Where’s your brother?”

He waited. And waited.

“I don’t know sir, we were separated by the blast, over.”

His heart was pounding in his ears. His eyes were searching the battlefield.

“Return to base at once.”

Lo’ak didn’t wait to answer him. “But sir—”

“I will not repeat myself!”

The line was quiet again.

“Yes sir.” Lo’ak huffed.

Good. One son down, one to go.

Jakesully scanned the area, over to the left he saw Lo’ak mount his ikran and take off. Returning to his search, he finally found Neteyam.

He was laying on his back, dazed from the blast as he looked up at his father.

“Dad—” Neteyam choked out, groaning as Jakesully sat him up, checking his back for injuries. He didn’t see anything life-threatening.

“What are you doing down here? What happened to my orders!”

Neteyam heaved a breath. “‘M sorry dad.”

Jakesully said nothing as he slung Neteyam over his shoulder, calling for his ikran.

“I thought we’d lost them…”

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translations in order of appearance:

Omatikaya - Blue Flute Clan Sempu - dad/daddy Ikran - banshee (flying mount) Tawtute - Skyperson/human Pa’li - direhorse ‘Evi - kid/child (affectionate) Tsahìk - shamanic matriarch Dapophet - a water plant used in medicine

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

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º ✧ 。––– ( 𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 ) september 2023 / on the flight to los angeles, dayeon is filled with lots of thoughts / 371 words.

the timing was perfect.

frankly, dayeon was starting to feel like she'd hit a brick wall. she was beginning to find herself in a slump with how repetitive her days were becoming and watching some of her closer friends get their debut had her feeling lonelier than ever. however, just as those feelings were on the verge of growing, the company seems to have thrown her a curve ball. despite her excitement for this task, she has to admit she was surprised upon hearing of it. the fact that hydra was expecting their trainees to act as instructors was fascinating, and dayeon couldn't help but feel nervous.

would she be able to pull it off? she did well enough as the leader during the last evaluation, but that was with a group of people she considered her peers. everything felt different now that she would be given the label of instructor.

throughout her whole flight to los angeles, all dayeon could think about was the sense of responsibility she suddenly felt for the trainees she has yet to meet. although this was different from any of the tasks they've been given so far, she can't help but feel that it's going to be heavily weighted on them. this goes beyond skills, which are the basics for idol trainees. no, this was going to be a reflection of what kind of people they are.

it was kind of scary to think about it. she spent the whole twelve hour flight watching the song her trainees would be given, memorizing every line, every move, every beat. while she wasn't the type to hammer in perfection as she valued hard work, she was aware that results would be important.

whatever performance the girls put on would be equivalent to herself. her worth as an instructor and further on, her worth as a trainee back when she returned to hydra after this whole special event.

this was a challenge, but it was one she was up for. this was the kind of excitement that dayeon felt was missing from her life these days, and she couldn't wait to meet up with the trainees. she was ready to pour her heart and hard work into them.

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º ✧ 。– DO YOU REMEMBER THE FORGETTING?

once upon a time, dreamlight valley was filled with magic and wonder. but long ago - too long to remember - everything changed. a wall of thorns began to grow, enclosing the once peaceful town with no way out. with their freedom went their magic, all the wonder and over time, all the memories of their world. dreamlightshq is a roleplay inspired by the game, disney dreamlight valley. all characters are based on beloved disney characters, with merlin as a npc to help move the plot along. while essentially a town rp, there will be plenty of plot drops that will affect residents' everyday life, and many tasks to help with character development.

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[dreamlightshq]

º ✧ 。– hello there all you lovely people lurking in the tags! we are a brand new rp heavily inspired by the beloved game - disney dreamlight valley. if you’re looking for a new rp to call home that’s filled with fun events, relaxed tasks, exciting plot drops and a lot of room for character development then dreamlighthqs is for you!! we’ll be dropping our first round of skeletons really soon, so stand by for that. but in the meantime, i’lol be around to answer any questions you may have!!

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Portugal longe dos 2% do PIB em Defesa mas com presença militar no leste

Portugal tem atualmente 118 militares na Lituânia, país que vai ser palco da próxima cimeira da NATO a 11 e 12 de julho, estando ainda longe do objetivo dos 2% do PIB em despesas militares pedido pelos aliados.

De acordo com dados fornecidos à agência Lusa pelo Estado-Maior-General das Forças Armadas (EMGFA), atualmente, no âmbito da NATO, estão empenhados pelo mundo um total de 338 militares das Forças Armadas portuguesas, 46 viaturas táticas e seis aeronaves.

Na Lituânia, país cuja capital, Vílnius, vai receber na próxima semana os chefes de Estado e de Governo dos 31 membros da Organização do Tratado do Atlântico Norte (NATO), Portugal participa com 118 militares e cinco aeronaves (incluindo quatro F-16 M) em duas missões da Aliança: as 'Assurance Measures' e a 'Baltic Air Policing (BAP)'.

A primeira missão teve início em 2014 e consiste num conjunto de atividades "de presença contínua em terra, mar e ar, dentro e junto à fronteira leste do território aliado, destinadas a reforçar a defesa, dissuadir ameaças, tranquilizar populações e deter potenciais agressões".

Quanto à 'Baltic Air Policing (BAP)' é uma missão de policiamento aéreo que tem como objetivo proteger o território aliado e populações de "ameaças e ataques aéreos e de mísseis", podendo também fornecer apoio a aeronaves civis, por exemplo, quando perdem a comunicação com o controlo de tráfego aéreo.

Um dos tópicos que estará na agenda na cimeira em Vílnius será o reforço do investimento dos aliados em Defesa, que deverão acordar em estabelecer o objetivo dos 2% do Produto Interno Bruto (PIB) em despesas militares como um mínimo, e não "um teto" a atingir (como foi fixado em 2014).

De acordo com o relatório anual do secretário-geral da NATO relativo ao ano de 2022, Portugal foi o 9.º estado-membro da organização que menos percentagem do PIB dedicou à Defesa, um equivalente a 1,38%.

O país estima atingir os 2% apenas em 2030 e este ano o objetivo é chegar aos 1,66% - meta que foi antecipada, uma vez que estava prevista para 2024.

A previsão da NATO, no entanto, é menor. Na sexta-feira, a Aliança estimou que Portugal invista este ano 1,48% do PIB na área da Defesa, abaixo da previsão do executivo, que, ainda assim, é o maior investimento desde 2014.

Desde o início do conflito na Ucrânia que os aliados têm reforçado a sua presença no flanco leste da NATO, nomeadamente em países como a Roménia, no qual Portugal participa em duas missões que visam contribuir para as capacidades de dissuasão e defesa da Aliança Atlântica: a 'tailored Forward

Presence' e a 'enhanced Vigilance Activity'.

No Mar Báltico e no Mar do Norte, Portugal está presente na 'Very High-Readiness Joint Task Force Maritime', que tem como objetivo "assegurar a dissuasão e capacidade naval permanente para conduzir operações navais em tempo de paz ou crise", e no Mediterrâneo na missão 'Sea Guardian'

Quanto à representação por ramo, do total de militares atualmente em missões da NATO, 202 são do Exército, 133 da Força Aérea e três da Marinha, salientando-se que no caso deste último ramo, no final do mês de junho, regressaram de missão um total de 370 militares.

O apoio à Ucrânia estará também entre as prioridades dos aliados nesta cimeira. Desde o início da invasão russa que Portugal tem apoiado o país com ajuda militar e humanitária, num total que ascende a 1.125 toneladas entre material já entregue e ainda a entregar, num "valor superior a 18,5 milhões de euros", segundo o Ministério da Defesa.

Portugal participa ainda na missão da União Europeia de formação de militares ucranianos e já manifestou a sua disponibilidade para treino em carros de combate Leopard 2 e de pilotos e técnicos de aeronaves F-16.

Além da Ucrânia, outra das prioridades traçadas pelo Governo português tem sido uma "abordagem 360.º graus" às ameaças e a preocupação com África, nomeadamente a presença de mercenários do grupo Wagner em diversas regiões deste continente.

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freddyjoncs​:

👻 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   how   freddy   got   roped   into   this   he   didn’t   know.   he   should   have   been   focused   on   editing   footage   for   the   mystery   inc   youtube   page   but   here   we   was   on   a   poster   run.      “   when   you   asked   me   to   help,   brynne,   i   didn’t   think   it’d   involve   manual   labor.   ”      there   was   something   about   her   energy   that   made   it   hard   to   say   no.   it   was   like   kicking   a   puppy   type   sin   so   he   went   along   with   it   begrudgingly.      “   you   said   we   were   going   to   do   something   fun   and   yet.   ”

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“ i am simply asking you to stick a piece of paper and a piece of tape on the wall, ” she pointed out, frustrated, hearing beverly’s trademark tone of voice color her inflection. but the longer they stood there and complained about the task, the longer it would take them to get it done. “ you know - i don’t want to be doing this either, ” she huffed. “ i said we would do something fun after. but i will make it up to you. ” she shot a glare in his direction as she hung up a poster. “ tell me where you want to go next and i promise to only complain half the amount of times you do. ”

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New Kid New Mission

{NKIT No 3}

GN!Reader x Task Force 141

DNI IF YOU AREN'T A FAN OF VIOLENCE!!

{TW: THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF INJURIES, FIGHTING, DEATH, G*NS! PURLEY FICTION!!}

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Summary: It’s been over a year since {Y/N} joined Task Force 141, they were given the post of being the team’s medic. They enjoyed having the opportunity not to be strictly forced to cause harm, though they trained as equally as hard as the others. Unfortunately for Task Force 14, slip ups still happen. Due to some unforeseen circumstances on a intel gathering operation, the team find themselves in this situation. Will they make it out?

Word count: 2199

(3rd Person POV | They/Them so anyone can read :) | Early to Mid Twenties)

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They were shoved through countless halls, the burlap sack on their face made their skin crawl but it didn’t mean anything to what could come next. {Y/N} groaned, clenching their jaw as they were roughly shoved to the ground, the tight grip of the handcuffs holding their hands behind their back made it impossible to brace the impact. Scuffling footsteps and familiar voices filled the room, their team were being held in the same room, though one voice was missing. ‘Where is Soap.’

{Y/N} was hoisted roughly up by their arms into a kneeling position then the sack was ripped from over their head. They winced as an aggressively harsh light hit their eyes, once they could adjust, the scene before them made their blood boil with unadulterated rage. 

Kneeling in front of them was Gaz, Price, and Ghost, bloodied and bruised with their hands tight behind their backs and a gag over their mouths. The field medic took shaky breaths as they counted the many possible injuries they had under their uniforms, but knew Ghost had it the worst. His maskless face had plenty of visible wounds, which fueled their rage even more, ‘I’ll find his mask after I get information on our Johnny boy.’ 

{Y/N}’s gaze snapped their capture, the tone of their voice sent chills down the spines of everyone in the room. “I’m gonna ask this once nicely, Where the fuck is Soap?”

{Y/N} got quite the reputation for being the tenderhearted person amongst Task Force 141, they never raised their voice or cursed more than a simple ‘shit’ now and again. This was a new sight, not even their team had seen, it almost made them feel bad for their capturers. Their uncomfortably calm demeanor made the likes of Ghost fearful as the two guards stepped away from the medic. 

“You don’t call the shots we do.” One of them spoke up, he was the bigger of the two, his voice deep with a heavy foreign accent that {Y/N} couldn’t quite place. Though it didn’t really matter to them as {Y/N} rammed their head into the big man’s gut, causing him to double over in pain. 

{Y/N} was hit in the cheek by the butt by the second guard’s gun making them fall onto their side. “You dumb c#?!..You shouldn’t have done that..” Guard 2 said, aiming his pistol towards {Y/N}’s head, their team screaming against their gags pleading to spare them. 

“No you shouldn’t have..” {Y/N} basically growled as they kicked Guard 2 in the groin making him drop his knees and loosen his grip on the pistol, now clattering to the floor. They took this as an opportunity to kick the gun towards their Captain, swinging their legs around to get themselves standing. Guard 1 stood up recovering from {Y/N}’s first blow, it clearly looked like an unfair match, two men versus a field medic with their hands tied behind their back.

{Y/N} bent their knees into their best guarded position before they quickly ran towards Guard 2 hopping over his crouched form. They kicked him in the back causing Guard 1 to trip over his partner, giving Y/N an opening to roundhouse him into the wall closest to them, rendering him unconscious.

Guard 2 rolled over on his back as he tried to regain composure to fight back, {Y/N}’s foot landed hard on his chest knocking the air from his lungs. “Don’t move..Now I’m gonna ask again, while I’m still being nice. Where. Is. My. Sergeant?”

Guard 2 gasped, “ I-I don’t know who you are talking about..Why would I tell you anything..”

“We came here with a loud Scot with a Mohawk, is that ringing any bells? I just kicked your ass with my hands behind my back..It’s wise to tell me the truth or I’ll show you what the fuck I can really do without my damn hands tied.” {Y/N}’s leaned down with a dark look on their face making the guard feel like pissing himself. 

“He’s down the hall..” Guard 2 whimpered out before {Y/N} quickly collided their knee into his face to knock him out. They felt around the unconscious guard’s hands to get the keys to the handcuffs, luckily it was in his front pocket. {Y/N} quietly walked over to Price first to have him help unlock their cuffs, which they repaid the kindness with a small smile on their face. They untied the rag keeping him gagged, then gently removed it from his mouth. {Y/N} handed the keys to their Captain for him to unlock other’s cuffs as they walked over to Guard 1 searching his coat pockets. Stuffed inside his breast pocket was Ghost’s signature mask, {Y/N} took great care handling the mask as they went over to its owner. 

Ghost stood by their teammates rubbing his wrists looking at {Y/N} as they approached. “Here..” Their voice barely above a whisper, handing it to him sheepishly not looking at his face out of respect, earning a hum of thanks. {Y/N} didn’t look at Ghost until he had the mask fully back on, they looked over his arms for any active bleeding wounds to only find scabs and bruises. “I’ll be good, luv. Check on the others.”

{Y/N} nodded looking at Gaz next, they gently took his face in their hands to observe his facial injuries. He winced at the physical contact whilst giving a pained chuckle,”Careful, beautiful. I’m fragile.” He earned a small snort from the medic who moved to look at the rest of him, finding a similar pattern of wounds to Ghost’s. They went to turn to their Captain, though he took their hand in his before they could check his wounds. Price tenderly held their arm up to wipe the debris from the small cuts caused by them falling on the uneven concrete. Unfortunately the only cloth to his disposal was the gag that once was in his mouth, but they weren’t in a position to bicker about proper sanitation. 

“I’m fine, hen. I’ve had more than my fair share of battle wounds, we can worry more about it later.” Price said, giving {Y/N} a reassuring smile. “As of now we need to find Soap, get the intel we came for and eliminate any targets that get in the way before we rendezvous with evac. That is if they even have us at the right facility.” With how they were ambushed, Price couldn’t be sure they were at the original target location. 

“Better to split into two groups, one gets a message to the chopper and the other gets Johnny.” Ghost voiced as he searched the guards for any more weapons or details of the team's whereabouts.

“Alright then, You and {C/N} will get Soap, Gaz and I will meet you back here once evac is called. Try to find any details about this place as you can, especially the maps and shipment documents. And most importantly, keep each other alive.” Price ordered placing the guard’s gun in the back of his waistband before he and Gaz exited the room, leaving the other two to come up with a plan to find Soap. 

Ghost held a small pocket knife he picked from the guards out to {Y/N}, “Not much but it’ll work in a pinch.” They reluctantly took the blade since it seemed to be the only physical weapon between them. Though the remembrance of Ghost being a weapon himself, quickly faded their concerns as they walked over to the door with Ghost taking the lead. 

The hallway was empty as they went the opposite direction of Price and Gaz, the faculty they were in starting to match the data they had gathered before the mission. The possibility of victory was increasing. 

{Y/N} ran forwards, slid onto the ground to swipe the unsuspecting enemy ahead off his feet into Ghost’s waiting arms. The lieutenant covered his mouth as he snapped the guards neck then slumped the lifeless body against the wall. {Y/N} searched his pockets finding a handgun along with a cell phone, they used the corpse’s finger to unlock the device before handing Ghost the gun. 

“Looks like this one was high on the food chain. He has their entire schematics on here along with shipment time..Score.” They scrolled through the phone more, only looking up when they heard the click of Ghost checking the magazine’s ammo count. “According to this, Soap is being held close by..”

{Y/N} slipped the phone into their back pocket leading the way towards their captive teammate position, they stopped at the edge of the hall to check for any guards outside the door. Coast is clear. They moved forward, gently pulling the handle down to test if it’s unlocked. “Damn, of course it’s not gonna be that easy,” {Y/N} cursed under their breath, taking a step back to look for a new way in. The map showed a vent that connected the hallway to the room, Soap was being held in, that’s their way in. “Ghost, I need to get into that vent, mind giving me a hand.”

He almost wanted to question their motives but this wasn’t the best time, Ghost just went over cupping his hands together and held them out as a boost for {Y/N} to climb on his shoulders. They jammed their knife in the seam of the vent grille removing it with haphazard care as they threw it to the side. {Y/N} was hoisted up by their lieutenant into the ventilation shaft. “When you hear the signal, you kick the door down and join me,” they said, ascending further before Ghost could question what they meant.

{Y/N} got to the other side, kicking the vent grille out comically hitting the guard that was about to torture Soap in the side of his head. The other two guards held their guns up at {Y/N} as they snaked out of the vent, they then stood tall with all the rage they’ve collected in their eyes towards the barrels of the guns. “If you are planning on shooting, you better not miss..” 

“DUCKIE!” Soap cheered loudly, which Ghost assumed was the signal kicking the door near its handle to swiftly open it. He made quick work shooting the enemies in the room, whilst {Y/N} dodged any crossfire to get to Soap. They used the pocket knife to cut the ropes holding him to the chair he was seated in, standing up when the room was clear. 

“Aren’t I glad to see the likes of you two, where is the Cap and Gaz?” Soap said stretching his arms and legs out staying seated for a moment to relax. {Y/N} moved to face Soap to get a better look at his visible injuries, a gash above his left brow made them worry the most. “They went to search the rest of the facility for the intel and get a message out for evac.” Ghost explained gathering any ammo from the fallen guards, only obtaining a magazine and half worth of ammo. 

Soap gave a hum of acknowledgement to the details, though his thoughts were occupied by {Y/N}’s scrunched nose as they worried about his condition. “Duckie if you hold that face any longer it’s gonna stick that way..I’m fine, a few punches aren’t gonna take me down.” His signature smile dashing across his face, lifting his colleagues spirits as his confidence was contagious. “Yeah, whatever you say, Suddies.” {Y/N} replied, giving Soap a playful but gentle punch on the shoulder.

The three followed the map back to the regroup room, where Price and Gaz were looking over the intel as they waited patiently for the others to arrive. “Good to see you all made it back in one piece, it seems we all finished our tasks successfully.” Price said in a relieved tone to his team then he stored the documents on his person and motioned for them to follow his lead towards the exit. As much as he hoped for them to escape covertly, the misfortunes of this mission just kept coming as an absurdly loud alarm blared, signaling the base of their escape. Their only option was to make a break for the exit, make it to the forest and lose them in the trees until they reached the helicopter. 

Ghost and Price took the lead as the others followed close behind, they quickly were able exit the building to a large gate leading in the direction of their destination. The enemy began their assault on the team who tried to dodge the shots in the open area. Price turned to return fire to cover the others, he made eye contact with {Y/N} with horror in his eyes. 

The image of their figure illuminated by the searchlights stumbled forward holding their side, blood beginning to seep through the thick uniform. “No..It’s not supposed to be like this..” 

“{C/N}!”

To be continued…

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Author's Note: I know, how dare I end this on a cliffhanger. Don't fret, Kittens~ For this all part of the plan. The next chapter will be separated into a Epilogue along with 4 parts to include long awaited Romance.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed the story. Let me know what you thought of it, Love Love~

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[leonspride]

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Ter um item preferido não significava que devia estar consigo em todos os momentos. O amor e protecionismo ao redor da peça eram tão absurdos quanto paranoicos, incapacitante de mostrá-lo ao sol por tanto tempo. Aquele item era uma memória fresca, uma lembrança vívida; um toque capaz de levá-lo do inferno ao céu. Nyarko o escondia bem, numa bolsa com couro especial que tinha gasto uma boa grana. Ora, sua mãe estava ali. A pulseira de couro estava gasta, mas ainda cheirava a perfume cítrico e noites em quartos empoeirados. Brisa tóxica passando longe, alimentada pela imaginação incitada pela mais velha. Um mundo melhor, M’Baku. Sussurros e carícias, dolorosas sensações quase tão reais quanto a textura sob o polegar que acariciava a peça.

E foi por isso, pela frequência reduzida do item proibido aos olhos de Scar, que Nyarko começou sua busca ao tesouro com algumas horas de atraso. Passos naturalmente largos aumentando o ritmo conforme a ficha caía. Sua reputação intocável caindo por terra perante adversários tão esnobes, tão desatentos àqueles títulos mundanos. A bolsinha invisível abriu para os olhos escuros do leão e o vazio saudou a presença com um gemido triste. Não estava ali. O Leons, na medida do possível, enlouqueceu em seu próprio quarto. Girando e chutando e explodindo por dentro, descontrolado... Até que a chave virou e ele ouviu algo do lado de fora. Pistas espalhadas.

1. aqui tudo pode vir à vida.  2. sou um lugar temido por muitos.  3. o desafio não vai ser encontrar seu objeto, mas conseguir pegá-lo de volta quando entrar em mim.

Depois de becos sem saída e ameaças veladas ao nada, Nyarko Leons juntava suas três pistas. Escritas em letra apressada, enraivecida, sua cabeça queimando analítica para desvendar o segredo daquelas palavras. Mas ah essas criaturas fantasmagóricas se arrependeriam por ter feito-o de tolo na busca infrutífera. Odiosamente chamada de Caça ao Tesouro.

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Emrey— Survive || OC & Sully Family

Chapter 10: Taken

Summary:

The story about love and family, about beginning and end, about life and death. All shown equally and unfairly, for that is the way it was intended.

Follow the story of the Sully Family as they journey across the seas, seeking sanctuary, only to find war and death.

But they emrey— survive, because their family is their fortress.

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The sun burned high in the midday sky, warming the land below it, creating the ideal conditions for children to misbehave under the near cloudless blue sky. Laughter and shouts were carried along the slight breeze as a group of children descended the interconnecting vines of the Hallelujah Mountains, whooping and yelling as they jumped between the colossal vines, soaring through the air and swinging their arms.

Lo'ak and Spider were at the head of the group, committing daring stunts and they launched themselves from vine to vine, sometimes using each other for leverage as they went. Trailing behind the were Kiri and Tuk going at a more sedated pace, though Tuk would sometimes disregard Kiri's warnings of not going too fast and mimic Lo'ak as she jumped between the vines. There had been more than enough close calls that Kiri had sent Tuk to the back of the group with Niri'te, who was carefully making her way down.

Tuk had whined and stomped her feet, but Kiri wasn't having it, so after the almost-tantrum Tuk had waited for Niri'te to catch up so the two could climb down together.

"Ah, c'mon little sister, it isn't so bad," Niri'te tried to placate the girl, but all she got was a petulant huff, Tuk crossed her arms and jumped down to the next vine. Niri'te sighed, it doesn't seem like Tuk would be in a pleasant mood for the next few hours, lest something catches her eye and she forgets that she was ever mad. Nirir'te admired Tuk of that, having the simple pleasure of forgetting your all troubles to focus on the small things.

Originally Niri'te had thought she would spend the day with her grandmother, learning and completing tasks for the aging woman. She was busy doing just that when Spider had come up to her, looking nervous as he wrung his hands together. Niri'te put down the stone grinder to look at him, showing him that she was listening. "Hey Ri'te," he started, looking over her shoulder as he avoided her eyes. "D'you know what's up with Lo'ak? He's been kinda distant lately..."

Niri'te sighed and looked down at her unfinished work. "He got in trouble again, he and Tuk went out without permission and they got attacked," She looked back at the human boy, noticing his skin paling slightly out of worry for his best friend. "I didn't get the full story, Lo'ak's been avoiding a lot of people lately."

Spider nodded, looking over her shoulder again. She wondered what was so interesting that he could keep eye contact while he was having a conversation with her. Spider bit his lip, looking as of his mind was elsewhere. Niri'te decided that she wasn't going to wait for him to continue the conversation and picked the stone grinder back up again and went on with her work.

After a moment of awkward silence between the two, Spider finally spoke again.

"So I was thinking that maybe we could all go out today, like just go down to the jungle and mess around for a few hours, maybe we could get Lo'ak outta the dump he's in."

Niri'te glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye. "What do you mean by 'we all'?"

"Y'know like... me, you, Lo'ak and Kiri. Maybe Tuk as well."

At first, Niri'te was warming up to the idea of going down to the jungle to unwind a bit, but when he mentioned Kiri, that idea had curled up and died.

"Sorry dude," she sighed as if she cared, "No can do, I'm busy today."

"Aw what? C'mon Ri'te, you gotta come with, you've been holed up in this rock for too long! It's affecting your brain, turning you into a buzzkill."

Niri'te scoffed. "You remember the last time me or any of my family went down to the jungle?"

Niri'te had nearly killed herself, Lo'ak and Tuk were attacked and Tuk had refused to leave their mother's side for days after, always with her or Lo'ak, much to the dismay of their father.

"You can't let a few bad things get to you like that. If you do, you would never go outside." Spider reasoned with her. And she couldn't really argue with his logic.

Niri'te sighed and finally looked at him, her yellow eyes narrowed as she debated his words. After a moment of the two staring at each other, Niri'te spoke.

"Okay fine, but if I say I wanna leave none of you can stop me, got it?"

"Yes ma'am," Spider mock saluted her. Niri'te hissed playfully and swiped at him, the human boy barely dodging the surprise attack. "Don't call me that dude, you're older than me."

Spider shrugged. "But you're more mature so that basically makes you an adult compare to me."

Niri'te rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips as she looked back at her work. "Fine dude, whatever you say."

Spider grinned, calling over his shoulder as he turned to walk away. "We're leaving around noon, so get whatever you can done by then!" To which Niri'te gave him a thumbs up as the human boy jogged away, probably off to go find Kiri or something.

"Guys!" Tuk whined. She had started to fall behind the older kids, her attention too easily caught by the surrounding flora. "Wait up!"

Niri'te was shaken from her thoughts as she stopped walking, turning back to wait for her little sister to catch up. She laughed softly as Tuk jumped up and skipped over, suddenly not bothered by being left behind. She could be so strange at times.

"Come on, tsmuke, or they'll actually leave us behind." Niri'te joked as she let Tuk go in front of her, smiling as she watched the little girl basically frolicked between all the plants.

They had been on the ground for about a few hours now, though the two boys had been adamant about keeping off the ground, especially Lo'ak, who kept glancing back at Tuk as if to reassure himself that she was still there and safe. Niri'te understood that need, the action that almost became instinct after someone you loved was put in danger. She did the same thing to Lo'ak, though she found herself doing it less and less as time went on and the gash on Lo'ak's leg healed, becoming a pale scar on his calf that stood out against his dark blue skin, a constant reminder of the time where Niri'te had failed her baby brother, had let him get hurt.

Niri'te shook herself from those thoughts, knowing that she couldn't change the past, no matter how much she wanted to.

She was bringing up the rear of the group, walking at a sedated pace on the moss-covered ground with Tuk, the young girl reluctant to go into the trees, her hand absently coming up to touch the healing injuries on the side of her face, though she tried to play it off as the bandage itching, and Niri'te knew that feeling all too well.

"C'mon Niri'te! Hurry up, we're losing daylight."

Kiri had been complaining about Niri'te for the past hour or so, always about her falling behind and slowing them down. Niri'te didn't pay it much mind, unfortunately, used to such things with her twin sister. She would always apologise to Kiri about whatever she complained about, the action seemingly infuriating her sister more. It was something Niri'te took a small pleasure in, proud of herself for not stooping down to Kiri's level, with all the childish insults and harsh words spoken to like she wasn't supposed to hear, but she did. Niri'te always did.

"Sorry, I got distracted." Niri'te placated, holding her hands up a mock of meek defensiveness, playing the role of the weak pushover like she always did with Kiri.

Kiri scoffed and walked away, wanting to put some distance between the two of them, but before she could get far Niri'te brushed past her. "Because we all know what happens when I fall behind, right Kiri?" she said to her, voice hushed so the others wouldn't hear. As she walked away, Niri'te glanced behind her to see Kiri standing there, frozen in what she believed to be shock. Niri'te smiled sweetly at her sister and skipped away, coming up behind Tuk, and giving the little girl a tiny shove that sent her to the ground where she was crouched in front of some plant, its tendril-like stems reaching out and attaching themselves to Tuk's fingers.

Niri'te turned back to Kiri, wanting to see if her twin had gotten the hidden meaning behind that little interaction. She did. Niri'te knows she did because of her paling face, the glare aimed at her, and the way Kiri's stride faltered for the smallest moment.

"C'mon Kiri! Hurry up, we're losing daylight." She parroted her sister's words back to her as she walked away, taking great delight at the disgruntled look she got from Kiri.

“Ease off you two!” Lo’ak called from the front of the group, sick of listening to Kiri complain and because of it not in the mood for another fight to break out between the two sisters.

Lo'ak's voice cut through the tension, his tone firm yet laced with weariness. Niri'te glanced at him and saw the frustration etched on his face. She knew he was tired of the constant bickering between her and Kiri, and she couldn't blame him. Lo'ak always tries to be the mediator, the one who tried to keep the peace among their group, but somethings things just didn't work out.

Kiri snorted, her eyes fixed on Niri'te as if to say, "See? Even Lo'ak is tired of you." It was a mocking expression, one that Niri'te had grown accustomed to. Kiri seemed to take every opportunity to belittle her, to remind her that she was different, an outsider in their tight-knit group.

Niri'te met Kiri's gaze head-on, her own eyes narrowing in defiance. She refused to let her sister's words get to her. Instead, she walked up ahead, catching up with Spider who was waiting for her. The two of them fell into step together, leaving Kiri behind.

As they continued their trek through the jungle, the air thick with humidity and the sounds of the wildlife surrounding them, Niri'te felt a sense of calm wash over her. She enjoyed the solitude of being away from Kiri's constant scrutiny. Spider's presence was comforting, his easygoing nature a welcome contrast to the tension that had been building within the group.

Niri'te had lost sight of Kiri after that, her sister most likely slipping away to go galivanting through the jungle like some sort of hippie. Or at least that's what her father says whenever Kiri goes off on her own. She had always wondered if it was an insult, or something with a negative meaning to it, some childish part of her just wanting to throw petty insults at Kiri like her sister does to her. Even after pestering her father for ages about the meaning of the word, Jakesully had remained very tight-lipped about it for some reason, and Niri'te doesn't know why.

She heard Tuk gasp, quickly turning to her to see the little girl gaping upwards, eyes glued to the derelict remains of a Sky People aircraft, an Aerospatiale SA-2 Samson, one of the same ones that some of the human scientists would use during high stake raids. The Samson was entangled in vines as it hung prone above the forest floor. Niri'te came to stand next to her, staring up at the craft with the same kind of reverence.

It was surreal in a way, Niri'te had seen aircraft just like this just weeks ago in action, raining down missiles and bullets as they attacked her people. And now, seeing one of those very same aircraft that looked like it had been hanging there for longer than she was alive, covered in rust and dents, with vines wrapped around it as the craft decayed.

"Is there any dead bodies up there?" Tuk called up to Lo'ak and Spider, the two boys already making their way up the vines and going into the craft itself. Spider's head popped out on the other side of the craft and informed Tuk that no, there weren't any dead bodies, which Niri'te was secretly glad about.

After some time of waiting for the boys to finish goofing off inside the Samson, Tuk had decided that she wanted to see what was so cool about it that Lo'ak and Spider had spent nearly 30 minutes inside it. Niri'te reluctantly followed, not wanting to be left standing down there alone like some idiot.

The inside was very underwhelming. Most of the floor was missing, leaving sizable holes with sharp and rusted edges, which she had warned the others about, having heard one of the human scientists talking about this thing called tetanus that's caused by being cut with something rusty, or something like that. Lo'ak wasn't listening to her, she was sure of it when she heard him make explosion noises with his mouth as he sat in the empty pilot's chair, twisting the control leaver this way and that as he shot imaginary enemy ships from the sky. And she knew that Spider wasn't listening as well when she saw him stand behind the absurdly large machine gun on the other side of the craft, making similar noise to Lo'ak as he aimed it at the equally imaginary enemies.

Niri'te rolled her eyes at the two, trying not to smile at the way Lo'ak was starting to loosen up. He had been so tense when they left, his temper shorter and he was more closed off than normal. But now he was acting like his goofy, and at times immature self again. And Niri'te wouldn't have him any way else.

Though after another 10 minutes of the boys being themselves and Tuk complaining about not getting a turn with the machine gun or sitting in the pilot's chair, so Niri'te didn't want to take any chances of Tuk throwing one of her signature tantrums and firmly suggested that they moved one, saying that she doesn't want to spend all of their limited time inside the literal death trap that was the Samson.

"Okay you two," Niri'te said to the boys, hopefully catching their attention as she led Tuk back down. "I think it's time for us to go, the sun isn't going to stay out for much longer."

Spider turned around, his expression pleading. "Aw c'mon Ri'te, we just started!"

"Yeah Ri'te, we can't just leave now!"

Niri'te said nothing, just giving the two boys a look and crossing her arms.

"Just five more minutes, please Ri'te!" Lo'ak said, turning around in his seat.

"Yeah five more minutes!"

Niri'te gave an exasperated sigh, throwing her head back as she looked down to where Tuk was waiting for them. In that moment, she truly felt like a tired mother trying to get her two unruly boys to comply and go to bed. Eywa, she wishes her future children won't act like this

"No," she said, giving them a stern look. "We've been in her long enough and Kiri hasn't come back from wherever she wandered off to, so we have to go and find her before it gets dark."

She held Lo'ak's stare, her lips pressed in a thin line. When his stare didn't let up she turned to Spider, giving him the exact same look, though this time popping her hip to the side and putting her hands on her hip as well. Spider's eyes widened slightly, mouth gaping as he stared back. It didn't take long for him to break away and give Lo'ak an apologetic look.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes and stood, huffing like a small child as he climbed down. "Softy," he told Spider as he passed the human boy.

Spider flushed pink and sped after him, jumping on Lo'ak's back to put him in a mock choke hold.

Tuk led the way as they looked for Kiri. Though she didn't stay in the lead as she got distracted by some fan lizards, giggling when the little creatures glided away from her. Spider then took the lead, his head on a swivel as he looked for Kiri. It was clear to anyone with eyes that Spider was very fond of Kiri, Niri'te was sure of it, though she didn't know if the same could be said for Kiri. It would make sense if Kiri liked him back from the amount of time they spent together when Spider wasn't goofing off with Lo'ak or in the labs with the other humans.

"Kiri!" Spider called out, climbing onto a root protruding from the group.

"Kiri!" Tuk mimicked, jumping up to look over the bushes.

Spider called out again, not noticing the way Lo'ak had tensed, his fists clenching at his sides as he looked around them in a panic. They were being too loud, something could hear them.

Lo'ak became uncomfortably aware of the grazed bullet wounds on his back, the little cuts that littered his arms and legs, and the sting of the palms of his hands. His eyes fell on Tuk, the action outside of his control as he edged closer to her, wanting to be close enough to her to pull her away just in case something happens. He gets the feeling that it might be more true than he would like.

Niri'te could see all of this, her worry for Kiri increasing as they kept walking.

Suddenly Spider darted off, Niri'te instinctively reached out to catch him but the human boy was too fast as he disappeared into the brush.

"Spider! Get back here!" She exclaimed, taking a few steps to where he had disappeared.

Great, now they had to look for both Spider and Kiri, what a great way to spend the last hour or so of their little adventure. Hopefully, the two would find each other so the rest of them don't have to turn the whole jungle upside down just to find them.

"Spider, bro, come back!" Lo'ak tried, one hand cupping his mouth while the other held Tuk's arm.

Suddenly there was a noise, the bushes to their left rustling, right where Spider had run off to. They all tensed, Lo'ak pulling Tuk behind him as Niri'te stepped back.

In a quiet, suspenseful moment, the bushes rustled again. Tuk whimpered and stood closer to Lo'ak.

She could hear footsteps. More than one pair. Getting closer, and closer and closer, closer closer closer.

Without her knowing, Niri'te's hand had reached for her dagger, gripping it tightly as she held it in front of her, the noise draws nearer, Niri'te's heart was pounding in her chest, she could feel it pulsing all throughout her tense body, whatever it was just a few meters away, if not closer. She swallowed thickly, edging further away. A hand appeared, blue with five fingers, Lo'ak thought when he saw it. It pushed the branches away slowly, hesitant. Lo'ak pushed Tuk completely behind him, hiding her as she clutched at his arm tightly, pressing close to his back, Ri'te was next to him, her dagger high and her keen eyes trained on the bushes. Right when the hand, blue with five fingers, had pushed the branches, Niri'te pounced. She wasn't going to let whoever it was hurt Lo'ak, hurt Tuk. She just wasn't.

She launched herself at whoever it was, knocking them both to the ground as she pressed her dagger to their throat. She hissed in their face, baring her teeth menacingly.

"Get off me!"

Niri'te was thrown to the side, landing harshly before she was on her feet again, crouched low, tail swishing behind her.

Kiri was on the ground, leaning up on her elbows as she glared daggers at Niri'te, baring her teeth as her ears pressed tightly against her head. She pushed herself off the ground, Niri'te doing the same as she sheathed her dagger, shame and embarrassment flooding her. Niri'te kept her eyes on the ground as Kiri stood, her glare unwavering, an almost unheard rumble of anger in her chest.

"Spider, you kurkung! You scared the shit outta us!" Lo'ak barked, slumping his shoulders as he stepped up to his friend.

Spider winced, curling into himself slightly as Lo'ak smacked him up the head. "Sorry, sorry! I thought I saw Kiri and I just..."

"Just what? Ran off into the jungle without even warning us? Come on dude, that was just foul."

"I said I was sorry! And look! I found Kiri!"

Unbeknownst to the two bickering boys, the twins were caught in a stalemate. Kiri had yet to lower her glaring and Niri'te was just wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. Kiri stalked towards her sister, intent on getting back at Niri'te for tackling her, but before she could even take a single step, Tuk jumped in front of her.

"You're back! You're back!" Tuk exclaimed, hugging Kiri tightly. She can admit that it was a little over the top, but Tuk needed a way to draw Kiri away from her anger, not wanting to find out what she was going to do to Ri'te if she hadn't stepped in.

Kiri looked down at her, surprised at her sudden appearance. Tuk grinned up at her, pleased with herself for successfully diffusing a most likely bad fight between the twins.

"Oh, hey Tuk," Kiri said awkwardly, her hand coming up to pat Tuk's head.

Tuk smiled in response and detached herself, skipping over to where Lo'ak and Spider were still bickering.

"Where did you even find her bro? We literally looked everywhere."

"You did not look everywhere, you were just walking in a straight line just hoping you'l just happen upon Kiri wherever she was!"

"We were not walking in a straight line! It was a strategical search pattern."

A beat of silence.

"Strategical search pattern!? Is that what they call fucking off in a random direction now?"

Lo'ak sputtered, his eyes wide as he thought of a comeback.

When Lo'ak didn't answer, Spider gave him a smug look, crossing his arms in a smug way. Like the smug smugger he was.

Lo'ak then punched his shoulder, "Smartass." he muttered. Spider grinned.

"Okay, cut it out you two, we have to get back soon, it's almost eclipse." Niri'te called as she shook out her hands nervously, avoiding eye contact with Kiri as she held her hand out for Tuk, who came bounding over.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes, giving Spider one last shove before he walked off, followed by the rest of the group as they made their way back to the mountains.

Niri'te was at the back of the group, as far away from Kiri as she could be without separating. At the back of the group, Niri'te felt that she could have a better perspective of them, keeping Tuk close to her if anything were to happen. And with their luck, something almost always did happen, it was something that Niri'te loathed with almost her entire being.

Lo'ak stopped, crouching down as he inspected something on the ground. Spider came up behind him to peer over his shoulder, a confused noise leaving him.

"What is it now?" Kiri asked, rolling her eyes as she huffed in a way only she could. Lo'ak waved her off as he moved to the side, keeping his eyes on whatever it was that caught his attention.

Niri'te walked up to the two boys, Tuk trailing after her. "Come on you two, we're supposed to be back by now," she said, casting her eyes up at the slowly disappearing sun worriedly. She didn't want to get in trouble again, not so soon after everything.

"Ri'te's right man," Spider reasoned, his hand on Lo'ak's shoulder as he tried to get the other boy to stand up. "Come on dude."

She looked over Lo'ak's shoulder. finally seeing what it was that had caught his attention. It was a footprint, a shoed footprint, something she hasn't seen in ages. She glanced at Lo'ak, wondering what must be going through his mind.

"It's way too big to be human," Lo'ak commented, his voice distant as he stood, eyes still trained on the print. He turned in the direction of the prints' path, looking for more.

"Avatars?" Spider asked, not noticing the way Lo'ak tensed, Tuk's hand came up to her bandaged face, and the little girl clutched Niri'te's hand.

"Maybe," Lo'ak mumbled. "They're for sure not one of ours." Lo'ak began to follow the prints, deeper into the jungle with Spider following after him.

"Lo'ak!" Niri'te hissed. "Lo'ak stop, we have to get back to camp, we don't have the time to do this." She pleaded, her hand starting to hurt from how tightly Tuk was holding it. She was worried and scared, Niri'te knew, Tuk wanted to go home.

"What are you doing?" Kiri asked, annoyed.

"Shh... I'm tracking," Lo'ak answered thoughtfully, stalking off into the growing darkness.

What is he thinking? Niri'te asked herself, reluctantly following after the two boys.

Her breath hitched when she saw where the tracks led them.

The old shack had been taken over by the elements, its walls encased with spindling vines, dented and rusted with time gone by. The broken window showed the shadowy interior of the shack, ransacked and barren, But it was what was outside the shack that made her blood run cold.

There were almost a dozen camo-clad Avatars milling in front of the shack, their massive guns held loosely in their five-fingered hands. Tuk whimpered beside her, pressing close to her side as the little girl tried to hide away.

Cold realisation washed over her, looking between Lo'ak and Tuk, the fear shown plainly on Lo'ak's face as he paled at the sight of the Avatars.

They were attacked by the Avatars, there was no other way to explain it.

"We're so screwed," Niri'te whispered from where they were crouched behind some bushes for cover.

Lo'ak sent her a withering glare that looked eerily similar to their mother, a chill went up her spine. "Shut up, Ri'te."

She rolled her eyes at him, despite the way she felt as if he was looking through her, his green eyes distant and dull, yet they were shining with fear. Niri'te faked a scoff and turned her head back to the Avatars. The group had been huddled around an old mech suit, the one who could only be the leader stood the closest, his eyes not leaving the suit. "This is your fault though; you shouldn't have followed those tracks." She grumbled.

Kiri looked towards Niri'te with a glance of agreement, surprising Niri'te thoroughly. Lo'ak scoffed but ignored them, keeping his eyes trained on the Avatars.

"Dad's going to ground you," Kiri whispered and Lo'ak rolled his eyes. "Stop," Kiri eyed him amusedly at his aggravation, not seeing how his hands shook. "For life." She continued to tease. "Kiri, stop." He said a bit louder.

"Shh, what if they hear us because your loud ass doesn't shut up..." Niri'te hissed and Lo'ak quietly mocked her. Spider and Lo'ak began to whisper about the battlefield, and Niri'te just rolled her eyes.

"I gotta call this in," Lo'ak suggested and Spider's eyes widened. "No don't, we're gonna get in so much trouble." Spider whispered and he wasn't wrong, especially with what happened with Lo'ak during the raid all those days ago. It felt like it's been a lifetime since that day.

"Listen, let's just go. Tuk shouldn't be here anyways." Niri'te whispered, rubbing Tuk's arm who looked up at her sister, eyes wide with worry.

Lo'ak considered this and nodded his head once. "Let's go." They turned around and began to move further back into the forest as quietly as they could. Lo'ak began to inform their father as Niri'te and Kiri put in their earpieces. They stopped and huddled down while Lo'ak talked with their father.

"What's your provenance?" Jakesully asked and Lo'ak and Spider glanced at each other while Niri'te rubbed Tuk's shoulder. Tuk was shaking badly, her breaths coming out in panicked puffs that heated the skin of Niri'te's neck where the little girl had her face pressed into since she saw the Avatars.

"Uhh, we're at the old shack," Lo'ak said, glancing at Spider who shook his head.

"Who's we?" Jakesully asked and Lo'ak hesitantly spoke everyone's names. Jakesully began to give instructions and soon they were heading out of the area in a hurry.

"We're going to be in so much trouble." Kiri hissed at Lo'ak and Tuk who was in front turned around. "It's almost eclipse come on!" When she turned back around one of the Avatars from before launched out and grabbed Tuk.

She let out a scream and almost immediately they grabbed their weapons and started hissing at them. In a few seconds, they were surrounded by the whole squad. Niri'te began to drop her weapons as the Avatars screamed at them to do so.

A soldier came around, grabbing Niri'te roughly and pulling her tswin. She let out a yell and hissed at the one pulling her braid. It only made him pull harder and he kicked the back of her knees bringing her down to the ground.

The leader's voice cut through the tense silence, his words dripping with condescension. "Well, aren't you a sight," he remarked, his gaze fixed on Niri'te. "Didn't know they came in this colour." He chuckled, a cruel jest at the expense of the other Avatars.

The sound of Kiri's snort broke the tension, and Niri'te turned to look at her sister. Kiri's face spoke volumes, a silent confirmation of her disdain for Niri'te. It hurt, even if Niri'te tried not to let it show. Kiri's betrayal stung, a reminder that even among the outcasts, she was still an outcast. But Niri'te held her ground, meeting Kiri's gaze with defiance. She refused to let Kiri's hurtful words and actions define her worth. She had come to accept herself, flaws and all, and no amount of taunting would change that.

The one holding down Kiri grabbed her hands and almost looked happy to see that she had five fingers. "Colonel, five fingers. We got ourselves a half-breed." Hearing them speak English sounded so foreign to Niri'te, only ever hearing it when her father and Norm were talking, or when Kiri was listening to one of Grace's video logs. But this time it sounded much harsher, when the Avatars spoke, cruel in the way it would be pleasant and calming when it came from someone she knew.

He glanced at Kiri and her fingers before moving to Lo'ak, demanding him to show his fingers. Lo'ak being Lo'ak showed them but decided to flip him off while doing so.

The colonel gave Lo'ak a calculating gaze. "Well, hello again." He gave a predatory grin. "Didn't think we'd see you again, little watcher."

Lo'ak paled at the words, understanding enough to know what the man was saying. He glanced at Tuk, his heart breaking at her terrified face, her hands gripping onto the woman holding her in place. Her bandage had come loose during the scuffle, now peeling off her face, revealing her healing injuries.

The man chuckled. "You're his, aren't you?" Lo'ak responded with a weak hiss but that only seemed to confirm this man's question. "You're his alright."

He grabbed Lo'ak's braid, pulling him up to his feet as Lo'ak cried out in pain. "Where is he?"

At first, he didn't answer but the colonel pulled his braid again. "Ngaytxoa 'ìnglìsì...ne vonvä."

The colonel tugged again. "Peseng ngeya sempul?" He tugged harder this time, making Lo'ak scream. He held his ground though, hissing at the man.

"Really you wanna play it this way?" The colonel took out his knife, leaning it towards Lo'ak's neck.

"Ftang!" Niri'te shouted, Kiri, crying out as well. The colonel stopped, throwing Lo'ak down. He turned walking towards Kiri. "Kehe!" She shouted pulling against the man's grip.

"Kehe, no, stop!" Lo'ak shouted in English as he miserably failed to get up and intervene only to be held by his braid once more. "Stop! Don't touch her!" Spider shouted, trying to pull from his captor's grip. The colonel stopped in front of Spider as if he knew him. "Please don't hurt her please." Lo'ak pleaded behind him.

The colonel's attention shifted to Spider, his eyes narrowing in recognition. "And what's your name, kid?" he inquired as he crouched in front of the human boy, his voice laced with careful hesitation and bewilderment.

Spider stared back at the man, his gaze unwavering. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, grappling with something deep within him. The silence stretched on until finally, Spider's answer came, sharp and defiant. "Spider," he replied, his voice devoid of any familial connection.

The colonel seemed taken aback by the response, a flicker of recognition and realisation crossing his face. "Miles?" he uttered, hesitantly and bewildered. Spider's response was a venomous glare and a hiss, prompting the Avatar holding him to yank on his hair in retaliation.

A tense silence enveloped the group as Quaritch studied Spider intently. Niri'te held her breath, wondering what was going through Quaritch's mind. The revelation hung heavy in the air, a secret exposed.

Quaritch's nonchalant demeanour shifted slightly as he continued to observe Spider. "You are, aren't you?" Quaritch muttered, his voice tinged with surprise. "You've got your mother's eyes, you know, bright and fierce." His distant gaze hinted at memories long suppressed. Spider remained silent, his glare unwavering, unaffected by the curious gazes of the Avatars.

"What are you even doing here, Miles?" Quaritch inquired, his tone tinged with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. Spider's response was cold and assertive, "Nobody calls me that." Quaritch's eyes widened, realizing the truth. "Well, I'll be damned. It is you, ain't it. I thought they sent you back to Earth," he mused aloud. Spider, somewhat proud of himself, smirked inwardly at his father's confusion. "You can't put babies in cryo, dipshit," he retorted, relishing the opportunity to challenge his father's assumptions.

Finally, the colonel stood up. "What are we doin', boss?" The one holding Spider asked as Quaritch clicked his communicator on. "Iron sky, Blue One, Actual."

Niri'te's eyes widened. This was Spider's father? But how? Spider's dad is supposed to be human... How can this Avatar be the Colonel Miles Quaritch? The colonel is supposed to be dead, his decomposing body was in the mech suit outside the shack. There was no way for the man to be standing here, alive and blue, of all things. Niri'te's head was spinning with all the possibilities.

"Blue One, Iron Sky, send your traffic," came the faint voice from the comm.

"We're standing by for extract, over." he responded. After a moment he spoke again. "Be advised, we are bringing in high value prisoners, over." They began to be moved by the Avatars and Kiri tugged and pulled. "Let us go!" The one holding her yanked her back. "Shut up."

They were moved and forced to sit down, tugging and barking 'shut up' when any of them spoke. As Niri'te struggled against her captor, a video of what sounded like Jakesully and the colonel played.

As the sky began to turn into Eclipse, they gathered the Sully children in a line. Waiting for something, Niri'te didn't know what would come first, their father, or the Sky People that were going to take her and her siblings as prisoners. It began to rain as they waited, listening intently for any signs of their mother or father.

Then she heard her mother's calls, ears perking up she waited for her time to move. Kiri mumbled comforts of her own under her breath, the soldier holding her eventually got tired of it. Yanking her head down he aggressively told her to shut up.

An arrow hit his head only a few seconds after. As they started shooting Niri'te took her chance. Moving her hands upwards she grabbed her captor's arm, biting into it enough to draw blood. He screamed and let go.

"Why don't you come out Mrs Sully?" Quaritch called out from his cover, staring at the yellow and green fletching, immediately knowing who it belonged to. "You and I, we've got some unfinished business." He was taunting her, knew that damn well, but he just couldn't resist.

"Demon!" Neytiri answered, hidden in the trees, her voice sent a chill down his spine. "I will kill you as many times as I have to!"

"I guess you and the corporal have been pretty busy haven't you?" His voice echoed through the forest. "You got yourself a whole litter of 'em, little half-breed tykes!"

Neytiri screamed in rage at the way the colonel talked about her children, she readied an arrow, breathing deeply to calm herself as she took aim. Leaning just past the cover of the tree, Neytiri levelled the arrow at Quaritch's head, all her focus set on killing him for the last time. Unaware she was at the Avatar pointing their AR at her, aiming for her head. But before he could take the shot, an arrow pierced his chest, the tip glistening with his blood as the soldier fell to the ground, dead.

Neteyam breathed heavily as he watched the man fall, his hands shaking as he watched the man take his last shuddering breath. He just killed someone.

Neytiri took one last deep breath, her grip tightening on her bow, her finger twitching. She let the arrow loose, it whistling through the air as it soared toward Quaritch. The arrow embedded itself in his shoulder, the colonel grunting in pain, his hand coming up to break the arrow in half, pressing hard on his shoulder to try and stop the bleeding. Like the coward he was, he retreated to the cover of the underbrush.

In the midst of the chaos, Niri'te's focus shifted to Spider, needing to find him, not knowing if Quaritch and his team wanted to take him or not. She grabbed his arm leading him away as they ran, trusting that Lo'ak would look out for Tuk, having been the closest to her when they were captured.

The two ran along a narrow branch, Kiri only steps behind them, looking back as she watched the Avatars shoot into the jungle without aim. She pushed ahead, willing herself to be closer to Spider and Niri'te as they ran, but the branch was becoming too narrow and thin, unable to hold all three of them. When they had reached a junction, Niri'te pushed Spider ahead, then allowed Kiri to skirt past her, but in doing so, Kiri pushed Niri'te off the branch.

Niri'te had only just caught herself, her bound hands clutching at whatever she could.

Spider turned abruptly, eyes locking on to where Ri'te was hanging, her legs swinging as she tried to pull herself up. He had to help her, he thought, running back to where Kiri was just watching her sister struggle. Something ill and strange swirled in his chest when he saw Kiri doing nothing to help. He pushed her aside, rougher than what was necessary, his bound hands holding onto Ri'te, grunting as he tried to pull her up.

"Go, Kiri! You gotta get outta here!" He called over his shoulder, feet shifting as he managed to pull Ri'te up halfway. But then something happened, Spider was struck, his back burning as his world shifted as he fell, plummeting down to the forest floor. Though Niri'te fell with him, the momentum of his body pulled her down with him. But she reached out to grab him as his grip loosened. The two of them hung there for a moment, the only thing holding them was Niri'te's perilous hold on the branch.

Niri'te's grip slipped, unable to maintain her hold on Spider. Desperation etched on her face, she attempted to reach out to Kiri, but Neytiri intervened, pulling her sister away to safety. In that chaotic moment, Neytiri didn't realize that Ri'te had fallen alongside Spider. The truth of Ri'te's whereabouts was unknown to her.

At the bottom of the embankment, Spider and Niri'te lay battered and bruised. Spider struggled to remain conscious, his body weakened by the fall. Niri'te was in a similar state, her breathing shallow and laboured, small cuts and scrapes littering her body.

In this vulnerable state, Quaritch and his team discovered them. His eyes gleamed with a twisted sense of triumph as he approached the injured children. Without hesitation, Quaritch scooped up Spider, ordering one of his subordinates to retrieve Niri'te. However, before the order could be executed, an arrow found its mark, embedding itself in the Avatar's skull, the body slumping forward, falling onto Niri'te's semi-conscious form.

Realizing the danger, Quaritch and the remaining Avatars withdrew, taking Spider with them and leaving Niri'te behind.

Once the threat was gone, Neytiri came rushing, crouching down next to her fallen daughter, shoving the body off her prone form. Somehow during this, the Avatar's tactical knife had come loose, cutting Niri'te on her neck, dangerously close to the delicate flesh of her throat.

Neytiri gasped in alarm when she saw the blood, her hand pressing down to stop the flow, calling for her mate.

"Ri'te!" Jakesully called out when he saw the two. He ran over, reaching his arms out as Neytiri passed Niri'te to her mate, his hand coming to replace hers on their daughter's neck. "They got her," Neytiri said, glaring at the body of the Avatar, at the bloody knife now laying on the forest floor.

"It's alright, we got her now," He said, standing, Niri'te in his arms. He called for his ikran, climbing onto the beast's back once it landed. "Come, Neytiri, we have to get back to camp."

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Niri'te knelt next to Kiri who was listening next to their hut, Tuk had her head down peaking inside. Her wound had been stitched up and bandaged and her grandmother finally let her go after an hour of monitoring her. Niri'te was a bit paler than usual from some blood loss, Mo'at recommended taking it easy. Lo'ak and Neteyam had stayed next to her the entire time, taking peaks at her wound and either making teasing comments or talking about a cool scar forming. They had tried to do this at first, but after Niri'te had lost consciousness due to blood loss, Mo'at had quickly chased them out.

"What's going on?" Neteyam asked as the brothers came and squatted where the rest were. Kiri immediately silenced them, and they began to listen to their parents' conversation.

"I cannot, you cannot ask this." Neytiri stated, pacing the length of the marui. "I cannot leave my people." She set something down. "I will not." She defied.

"He's hunting us." Jakesully replied, and Niri'te's ears pressed against her head as she listened. "He's targeting our family." He sounded so tired, and it made her feel bad for making him worry today. "You cannot ask this!" Neytiri yelled at him. "The children, everything they have ever known, the forest. This is our home!" She screamed at him.

"He had our children. He had them under his knife." A small silence passed. "We got lucky, if Ri'te's neck was cut any higher, she could've died!" he huffed, and a tense silence broke out between them. Niri'te stared straight ahead but she could feel the glances from her siblings.

Neytiri sighed, and a few seconds later they could hear her pick up something. "My father gave me this bow, as he lay dying! And he said, 'protect the people.'" She said a bit more quietly, sorrow consuming her voice. "You are Toruk Makto!"

"This will protect the people!" His voice was sounding more agitated the more he had to explain. "Quaritch has Spider, that kid knows everything!"

Niri'te glanced at her siblings, all of them sharing a look before going back to listening. "He knows our whole operation! He could lead them right in here!"

"If the people harbour us, they will die." Niri'te knitted her eyebrows together, hating that her father was telling the truth. "Do you understand?"

Another silence fell and Niri'te could hear her mothers' huffs of emotion, distraught by the thought of leaving her people behind. "Look I got nothing, I got no plan." Jakesully admitted. "But protecting this family, that I can do."

Neytiri growled. "But running away will not solve anything! We have to stand and fight! We are not cowards! We are warriors and we will protect our family, our home."

"Neytiri—" Their father started.

"No! I will not run away. I will fight!"

"Babe, please—"

"No, you cannot ask this, you cannot!"

Listening to their parents back and forth tore a whole in Niri'te's heart, she hated that it had come to this, with her father thinking the only way they'll ever be safe was to run away, and her mother wanting to stay and fight, like the warrior she was raised to be.

"You cannot ask this..." Neytiri said softly, her voice pleading.

Jakesully sighed. "I know."

Neytiri sobbed, her hand coming up to keep quiet, not wanting her children to hear her cry like this.

Niri'te knew what this meant, this meant they were leaving their home. Neteyam rubbed her shoulder in comfort, and she grabbed his hand in silent thanks.

"But I know one thing." Jakesully paused. "Wherever we go, this family is our fortress." Nri'te looked at her siblings and they all snuck away quietly to go to a spot and talk about what they just heard.

Later that night the parents brought their children into the marui to tell them the news they were already expecting. They were leaving their home, to go far away, to protect their people and their family. Niri'te was upset, beyond upset really, and she knew everyone else was too

She didn't get much sleep that night, thinking about how she will most likely never get to see her friends or call the Omatikaya Clan her people ever again.

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translations in order of appearance:

Tsmuke - sister Eywa - world spirit/the Great Mother who protects the balance of life Tswin - queue Vonvä/kurkung - butthole/asshole/dickhead Ngaytxoa 'ìnglìsì… ne vonvä - Sorry, I don't speak English… to assholes Peseng ngeya sempul? - Where is your father? Ftang - stop Kehe - no Ikran - banshee (flying mount) Toruk Makto - Rider of Last Shadow Omaticaya - Blue Flute Clan

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11