#Genesis Lab

[foreststarflaime]

Aerith drives around the slums one day in an unmarked white van with “free candy and flowers” scrawled on the side in search of free siblings. None of the slums children fall for it. Sephiroth gets in immediately. So does Angeal, ever the cheapskate. Genesis follows them yelling at Angeal about “obvious scams” and him being the responsible one for once. The door closes and locks behind him. A stray puppy whom they had forgotten about temporarily runs after the truck all the way home. +3 siblings +1 boyfriend

[local-redhead-bookworm]

Going straight from FF7Remake to Crisis Core with no context is so jarring. What do you mean, Sephiroth is smiling genuinely and having fun? That is not the same man as the one in Remake. What happened to him??

[cheeseproducts]

all that duolingo and he still got it wrong

[rottenpumpkin13]

So I'm going through finals currently and it lowkey kinda sucks, but it got me thinking: What were the Firsts' favorite subjects in school? Mine personally is science (especially anything having to do with space).

SOLDIER Vlogging Shenanigans pt. 25

[The camera flickers on to film a giant Sephiroth poster plastered on the wall. Beneath it is a small table with delicate, lit candles]

[A cough and ecstatic talking is heard in the background. The video zooms in on the poster and Genesis's displeased hum is heard from behind the camera]

"Puppy, why in the Goddess's name do you have this atrocity in your apartment?"

[The camera is turned around and pointed at Zack, who's sitting on the floor of his bedroom playing cards with Cloud. Angeal and Sephiroth are seen in the background going through Zack's Halloween mask collection]

"It's my Sephiroth shrine," Zack grins at the camera. "I pray to it sometimes to guarantee good hair days."

[The camera pans up as Angeal's cackling is heard. He's doubled over laughing while Sephiroth wears an ugly, red goblin mask]

Sephiroth straightens his back. "Infinite in mystery—"

"—YEAH, YEAH, I GET IT," Genesis barks.

[As the rest of them fill the room with laughter, Genesis angrily turns the camera off]

-

[The video next cuts to Cloud, who's laying on Zack's couch, reading something off of his phone. A TV is heard in the background, along with Genesis's quiet recitation of LOVELESS and some snoring]

"Someone wants to know what your favorite subjects in school were," Cloud reads, "they also say that they're currently going through finals…" Cloud's expression is sympathetic as he scratches his head. "Damn, that's rough. I have my SOLDIER exam in a few weeks so I guess I'll join you in mourning."

[He flips the camera around on Sephiroth, who's sitting stiffly on the same couch while watching the movie]

"Sephiroth, what was your favorite subject in school?"

There's a small huff from the General before he spares the camera a bored look. "I never went to school."

"But you were homeschooled, right? Sorry, I mean lab-schooled."

[The camera shakes slightly as Cloud laughs. Sephiroth raises a single eyebrow, lips twisting upward in amusement before he redirects his attention back to the TV]

"I liked chemistry and astronomy."

[Cloud zooms in on Angeal, who's watching the same movie, sitting cross-legged on the floor]

"Angeal?"

[Angeal cranes his head up, looking surprised]

"Favorite subject? Ah…Let me see…I liked biology a lot, especially botany."

[The camera pans up to where Genesis and Zack are sitting. Cloud's uncharacteristic gasp sounds from behind the camera]

"Oh, Goddess, that's adorable," Angeal remarks.

[Genesis has fallen asleep while reading LOVELESS. His voice's melodic timbre has put Zack to sleep as well, who's now leaning up against the redhead, serving as Genesis's pillow]

[Cloud huffs from behind the camera]

"Well I know Genesis's favorite subject was literature." He zooms the camera in on them. "And Zack was once suspended for setting loose three goats in his school."

[Sephiroth's sudden, booming laughter is enough to startle them both awake]

[The video ends]

[bamber344]

Behind The Curtains (Andreas Intro)

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Hey so, before we begin, I've got to apologise. I completely forgot to mention that there would be explicit NSFW in this story up until now. If that's not your thing, I apologise! You can feel free to skip those scenes, and i can summarize anything important at the end. You don't have to worry just yet, though. No NSFW in this chapter, I just so happened to remember about needing to warn for it here lol.

ANYWAY with that out of the way, i hope you enjoy the chapter!

CWs: non-sexual nudity, lab whump, human experimentation, unethical surveillance. Let me know if i missed anything!

Behind The Curtains

Police Captain Andreas de Vygon fastened and unfastened his cuffs over and over again; a nervous habit he’d never been able to shake. Despite his long and illustrious career, full of accomplishments and accolades, public speaking was still just as daunting as it had been in high school. Today, he was going to reveal the project he’d been working on for the past 12 years to the rest of the Tombguard police. It had been a long, difficult road, full of trials and setbacks, but he had finally made it to the final phase of the plan. The hard part was over; now, he just had to keep his creation on track, and everything would turn out as it should.

7 years spent developing the technology; the likes of which the world had never seen. 4 years of suffering through the trial and error of the process after finding a Source, losing subject after subject to mistake and miscalculation. Finally, one year spent training the successful subject to fighting form. G-7 had passed her final combat exam just a few short hours ago. It was finally time to reveal her to the world.

An assistant walked up to him. “They’re ready for you, sir.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Andreas took a deep breath and slicked his hair back, stepping out onto the stage. Before him was an assorted crowd of Tombguard’s higher ranking police from each precinct across the city. Fellow captains, sergeants, lieutenants, and a few detectives chatted among themselves, some looking up at him expectantly. Even the deputy chief and the commissioner were here. He cleared his throat, taking his place at the podium.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for taking the time to be here today. Now, I’m sure you’ve all heard whispers through the grapevine by now; the murmurings of a secret project known only as Project Genesis. Well, today, the veil will be lifted as to what it is that we’ve been working on. As some of you may be aware, over the past few years, the 23rd precinct has been looking into methods to capitalise on the use of powers in police work. Up until recently, this has been difficult thanks to certain legislation, and the presence of the Union drawing away potential candidates from our program. However, thanks to the new revisions in the Powers in Policing Act of 20XX, new breakthroughs have been made in regards to our project.

“Recently, we were approached by a young woman with powers, interested in joining our department not as an officer, but as a superhero who works in tandem with the police, following our commands and regulations, but also able to unleash her powers as an extended arm of the law. For the past year, she’s been training hard in one of our facilities, and today she passed the final exam, and is now eligible for deployment by the standards set in the new Powers in Policing Act. Starting tomorrow she will begin patrolling our streets under my command, joining in on police operations and hopefully improving our rate of success tenfold. That is what Project Genesis is; a revitalisation of the police, quite literally the genesis of a new world of crime-stopping.

“I’m sure you’re all curious as to who this woman is. Unfortunately, for her safety in the face of recent anti-police movements, she is choosing to remain anonymous. Publicly, she will be going by ‘Seven,’ and I can share no more details about her identity other than that. What I can share is a demonstration of her prowess as proof of concept towards the efficacy of her ability. Please, observe.”

The projector at the top of the room came to life and displayed an image on the blank wall behind him. It was a recording of one of G-7’s recent runs at the advanced obstacle course, where she made an absolute joke of her previous personal best. As her handler, Andreas had to admit; he was quite proud of it. Once that was done, the image switched to one of her better performances during combat training. The actual exam was too violent to be shared, and certainly toed the line a bit too hard in regards to the ethical treatment of prisoners for public viewing. That would just have to remain confidential, lest human rights organisations get all up-in-arms over the treatment of their poor serial murderers and rapists.

Andreas watched as the faces of the crowd grew more and more impressed by the second. Satisfaction and pride filled his chest as they ate it all up. His hard work was finally paying off.

He stepped back up to the podium as the video ended. “Now, I want you all to think about how many police lives have been lost to criminal activity in the past few years. With Seven’s assistance, we could reduce that number to almost nothing! After all, why should our noble boys in blue have to put their lives on the line, when we have a literal superhuman to lead our charge? Of course, she is just one woman, but hopefully, in time, her presence in Tombguard will inspire more young, brave, powered people to join our program and bolster our city’s police force! Instead of joining the Union and sitting around all day, soaking up our tax dollars until a monster attacks, they would be out there, fighting for the safety and liberty of our citizens. Think about that!”

He breathed out, letting that statement stew on the audience for a second. “I believe that is everything. Thank you all for coming. If you happen to see a superhero in black armour patrolling our streets in the coming days, please, come say hi. She’s on our side.”

With one last ‘thank you’ to the audience, he stepped down, walking off-stage into the wings as the cameras started flashing and the crowd broke into rapid conversation. A smile reached his face.

Everything was going according to plan.

—

The buzz of pride only grew through the next day as Andreas took G-7 around the city and showed her off to the public for the first time. The presence of the Union heroes was unexpected, but ultimately it didn’t amount to anything, and gave him a good opportunity to warn his weapon to stay away from them. It was clear from the way she obviously stared that something inside of her was drawn to the Widow. Now that he’d planted the order in her head, though, she would be unable to disobey. Madeline Garcia-Holmes’ presence would not be an issue.

They returned to the facility underneath precinct 23 late in the afternoon, and Andreas sent G-7 back to her quarters after letting her stop by the mess hall for food. He had a meeting with the commissioner planned, so he didn’t stick around, heading out after a quick shower and freshening up in his quarters.

They ended up meeting over dinner. It turned out that the commissioner had caught wind of what he was really doing down in the facility, and of G-7’s true nature. That wasn’t very surprising, though. After all, it was his money that was funding a large portion of the project. Their discussion was long and quite fruitful. The commissioner ended up approving of his admittedly underhanded tactics for the furtherance of Project Genesis’ heroes in policing initiative. The use of manufactured human weapons to fill out the police force, while expensive in development, would ultimately save money for them in the long run. You didn’t need to pay wages to your own property, after all. Of course, he didn’t know what Andreas’ actual plan for Project Genesis was, but it was better that he remained ignorant. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

And so he returned once again to the facility later that night, bottle of champagne in hand, heading down to R&D to celebrate G-7’s successful deployment. The boys down there hadn’t had much to do lately, on account of G-7’s relative lack of developmental problems, so it felt prudent to give them a pat on the back, and push them in a new direction now that the main work was done.

The initial room was dim when he entered, illuminated mostly by the surveillance screens covering one wall. George Sadler sat at the chair in front of them, looking at his phone and not paying them any mind. Andreas could hardly fault him for his distraction; he could tell with one glance at the bedroom camera that G-7 was asleep, and none of the other cameras were observing anything important right now. Other than him, the room was empty.

Sadler noticed his arrival and shot up to his feet, saluting. “S-sir! Didn’t know you were coming down here!”

“At ease, Sadler,” he said. The man visibly relaxed. “Where is everybody else?”

“They’ve all gone home already, sir. I pulled the short straw and got assigned nightwatch duty.”

Oh. That was a shame. Andreas shrugged, holding up the bottle. “I suppose they won’t get to enjoy this champagne with us, then.”

Sadler’s eyes lit up. He rushed to get some glasses from the adjacent break room. They weren’t proper champagne flutes, but there was no need for extravagance here. It would taste the same regardless. Andreas popped the cork with his multitool as he waited for his employee to return.

“What’s the occasion, sir?” Sadler asked as he set the glasses down.

“Celebrating G-7’s successful deployment, of course. Everything went off without a hitch.” He filled both glasses with a generous helping of champagne before setting the bottle down in a safe spot, taking a seat.

“Yeah? How’d she do?”

“Good. Today was mostly getting her used to the outside world, but she did manage to catch a shoplifter, too.”

Sadler nodded, taking a drink. “That’s good. None of the other subjects have made it outside before - well, aside from Five and Six, but they don’t really count, since we can’t monitor them. Did she take it alright? Not too overwhelmed? Seven’s always been a bit of a soft one, despite her successes. …Y’know, it’s fascinating how differently their personalities have developed, considering their nature. I was expecting them to all be identical. Maybe the formation of their different powers has an effect on their psyche? Something to look into, I suppose.”

Andreas frowned at the reminder of the two subjects who escaped before G-7’s Birth, ignoring the rest of Sadler’s tangent. That had been a particularly dark day for the project. Thankfully, nothing had come of it yet, and he’d already planted an idea in G-7’s mind that should nip it in the bud if it ever became a problem.

“She was certainly fascinated, but overwhelmed? No, not at all.”

Sadler nodded, but his mind still seemed elsewhere. He sighed. “I have to admit, I still feel bad about what happened to Four. What did we name her again? Gwen? She was doing really well, and-”

Andreas cut him off. “It was a training accident, Sadler. No one’s to blame. Besides, don’t waste your breath mourning for a being who had no right to exist in the first place. We’re spitting in the eye of God here; we can’t be surprised when Divine Intervention strikes down one of our subjects. Their very existence is heretical.”

Sadler shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose. It was just more disappointing than anything. Her death set the project back over two years. Felt like a waste. She was our first promising subject, then it all went down the drain.”

“She provided valuable data that helped the project along, even if her demise slowed us down. This was never going to be easy; you knew that when you signed on.”

He chuckled, taking another drink. “Yeah, but for that pay and those benefits? How could I say no?”

Andreas had to concede that one. He raised his glass towards the door in the far wall. “What’s the status of the rest of the backup subjects?”

“Oh, come see!”

They left their drinks behind and walked into the next room. A row of metal cylinders lined the walls on either side, each with their own display showcasing the vitals of the subject within. Sadler walked up and pressed a button on three of the displays, lifting the metal curtains and revealing the vats of green liquid underneath. Inside each vat was a woman, floating lifelessly, totally bald and completely nude.

“Subjects G-8 through G-10 are completely matured and ready for Birth,” Sadler explained, moving further along and opening up more vats. The women in these ones grew progressively younger down the line until G-16, who was still just a foetus. “G-11 through G-16 still need some more time in the oven, and formation hasn’t begun yet on G-17 or any past that. G-11 should be ready for Birth within the next month or so, though.”

Andreas observed G-9, who had opened her eyes slightly and was staring through him listlessly. A vestige of consciousness in a world of non-existence. “Begin mental and physical habilitation for the matured subjects. I want them to be ready quickly after Birth if we need them.”

Sadler blinked, surprised. “S-sir? Are you sure? That’s never been done before pre-Birth, I don’t know if it would work.”

“With G-7’s successful deployment, we’ve given ourselves some wiggle room to experiment.” He glanced over to the younger subjects. “Speaking of which, why don’t you get creative with the ones still in development? Start tweaking things here and there, see what happens. I’ve been wanting a subject with titanium bones ever since G-7 broke her shin in the obstacle course, and there’s no reason to stop researching just because we’ve reached a milestone.”

“Sir, with all due respect, tweaking things is what caused Five and Six to come out so wrong. I understand where you’re coming from, but it could be risky if we mess with the wrong thing and the programming doesn’t set in right. While the subjects’ personalities are distinct, the Source’s natural curiosity and self-righteousness has definitely lingered between them. We need the programming to steer it in the right direction, or we’ll just have another repeat of that incident.”

He waved a hand. “If you’re so concerned, just insert them all with kill-switches. If anything goes wrong, you can just pull the plug. Besides, who knows if any of them will actually reach Birth? G-7 is doing well, and we have no reason to think she’ll falter. This is just a precaution.”

Sadler made a sceptical face, but he conceded, closing the vats one by one. “If you say so.”

They returned to the surveillance room. Andreas reached for his glass, but movement from G-7’s bedroom camera caught his eye. “Hm.”

“What is it?” Sadler asked. 

“Has she ever done that before?”

He looked at the screen. “Oh! N-no, not that I’m aware of, at least. I… I mean, she was going to figure it out sooner or later, right? She’s an adult. Well, technically, anyway. What’s the problem?”

Andreas frowned. “It could just be a coincidence. It could just be the highs of her first day out, I suppose. But, she did have a brief encounter with the Widow today. I don’t want to rule anything out.”

“Oh… Oh!” Sadler’s eyes brightened, as they always did when he got a new idea about the science of what they were doing. “Do you think meeting her could have triggered some sort of imprinted residual memory from the Source?”

“She did seem quite enamoured with her upon first glance. It’s very possible.”

“How fascinating… Maybe it goes with those imprinted personality traits I mentioned earlier; something so crucial and formative to the core of her being that it transcends between physical bodies.”

“Or…” Andreas said, adopting a deadpan tone. “Jordyn has just inherited the Source’s rampant lesbianism, and was overcome with desire upon seeing the first woman of her life that was within her age range.”

Sadler snorted. “Yeah… So, uh… what should we do about this?”

Andreas thought on it for a moment. He shrugged. “Turn the camera off for thirty minutes. We don’t need to see this, and I can hardly see how this would undermine our plans at all.”

“You got it, boss,” Sadler replied. The screen went black, affording G-7 a rare little slice of privacy.

Andreas sat back down, taking a sip of his champagne. He smiled.

“Now, how about a game of cards?”

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Poor Jordyn doesn't even know...

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you thought :)

Next chapter we return to Jordyn's POV, and the NSFW warning will definitely apply there. Stay tuned for that!

lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist :)

[smbhax]

Shinobi III: Return of the Ninja Master (Genesis)

Session: https://youtu.be/bOoTohc1X5E

[peachiesnake]

humans my silly creature

[strawsoldier]

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[struttinevilshroom]

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[universalsatan]

me, insane: omg my project is so hilson coded

[rhyperographer]

As prev wrote in their tags I feel for all of them but Sephiroth had the objectively worst upbringing of them all.

Genesis and Angeal got to enjoy relatively healthy and normal childhoods with loving parents. Their trauma in large part comes from the mental dissonence and betrayal of finding out their actually experiements.

Sephiroth on the other hand literally grew up as a lab rat, child soldier, an object and later a figure head, bereft of steady role models. He thought he found friends and the moment they realised that their parents were secretly assholes they kicked him to the curb in favour of their own trauma.

I still believe Seph would have come and helped if Gen asked him.

Then Zack's the poor bastard who's entire friend group just burns down around him and who's mentor commits suicide by. #trauma (Followed by the game events of oh no.)

Clarifying real quick that I think Angeal, Genesis, and Sephiroth were ALL equal victims of the Jenova Project and each suffered tremendously as a result. In my eyes, their lives were tainted from birth. They didn't choose to be what they are. They are the victims of selfish parents who used them for their own gain.

So with that said, as a means of just gauging public opinion...

I'm curious. And feeling angsty 💀

[rottenpumpkin13]

*during lab examination*

Hojo: stand there and raise your-

*the ceiling breaks over Hojo's head and Vincent lands on top*

Vincent: Hojo lied to you, your mother's name was Lucrecia Crescent not Jenova.

Sephiroth: wha-

*Vincent jumps through the window*

Sephiroth: ...

*Vincent jumps back inside*

Vincent: you should desert

Genesis: So let me get this straight—

Angeal: Mission failed.

Genesis: Let me get this straight: You're leaving because a vampire crashed through the ceiling during your examination, told you your mother's real name and suggested you desert SOLDIER?

Sephiroth: Not a vampire. He was my father.

Angeal: Did he tell you that?

Sephiroth: No, I just assumed.

Angeal: Based on WHAT?

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth: He cared about me.

[pink-nubes]

So this is just a bit of a silly scenario lol I don't think it would go down just like this in the au

But with my friends, we were talking about how Sephiroth probably has a need for color. Bc growing up in Shinra, with the whole sterile labs thing... that was probably his sad beige childhood equivalent. Sephiroth doesn't like sad beige. Of course, Genesis hates some of the color choices.

[cupofatokirina]

Genesis

Chapter 2: Into the Wild

For years, they lived in secret.

Before the night of the escape he managed to find an abandoned base deep in the uncharted forests of Pandora, far from the eyes of the RDA or the Na’vi tribes. He raised (y/n) as his daughter, and though she had been born in a lab, she grew up in the wild beauty of Pandora. Her early years were filled with the sounds of the forest, the glow of the bioluminescent plants, and the deep connection to the world around her.

To (y/n) Callen was the only parent she had ever known. He taught her how to live off the land, how to navigate the forest, and about the Na’vi—her people. Despite the peaceful life they had carved out, Callen always knew it couldn’t last. The RDA would come at any moment and find her. He had tried over the years to find Jake sully, He was a legend among those who sympathized with the Na’vi, a figure of hope for those who had turned their backs on the RDA’s brutal ways. But finding him would be another challenge altogether.

But until then, he cherished every moment with (y/n). He loved her as his own, unaware of the storm that was quietly building on the horizon. One afternoon, as the forest basked in the warm glow of Pandora’s twin suns, (y/n) crouched beside the edge of a small stream, her glowing eyes focused on a group of hexapede footprints. Callen stood a short distance away, watching her intently, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You’re getting better at tracking,” he said, his voice filled with pride,though his words were slightly muffled through the mask.

She looked up at him, her tail flicking slightly as she smiled. “I had a good teacher,” she replied. She was already taller than him, her blue skin gleaming in the sunlight, but there was still an innocent excitement in her tone that made her seem younger than she was.

Callen walked over to her, kneeling down beside the tracks. He adjusted his mask, ensuring it fit securely over his nose and mouth as it hissed, pumping in breathable air. Life on Pandora had its limits for him—while (y/n) could run freely through the lush forests, breathing in the planet’s rich atmosphere, Callen could never go anywhere without the constant hiss of his exopack supplying him with oxygen.

Callen walked over to her, kneeling down beside the tracks. He gestured at the imprint in the soft dirt. “Notice anything unusual?”

(y/n) frowned in concentration. “They’re deeper than usual. Maybe it’s carrying something?” She traced the edges of the footprint with her fingers, feeling the indentations. “It’s fresh, too. Only a few hours old.”

“Exactly,” Callen confirmed with a nod. “That means we’re close. Do you remember what I taught you about hexapedes?”

“They can sense disturbances in the environment from far away. We have to move quietly if we want to get close enough.”

“Good.” He stood, brushing dirt from his hands. “You’re learning”

(y/n) beamed at his praise, but then her expression softened, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “Father… why don’t we ever see other people?” she asked, her voice hesitant. “You’ve told me about the Na’vi, about the humans who came here. But we’ve never met anyone.”

Callen’s face tightened for a brief moment, but he forced a smile. “It’s safer this way,” he said softly. “Out here, we can live in peace. The world beyond these trees is�� complicated, dangerous.”

(y/n) tilted her head, studying him. “But you told me about Jake Sully, about the Na’vi. Aren’t they good?”

Callen sighed, sitting down on a nearby rock. He knew this day would come, when the questions would start to surface. “Yes, Jake Sully is good,” he admitted, “and so are many of the Na’vi. But the humans—the ones I used to work for—they want to hurt them, control them. You’re different, (y/n).”

“Why?” Her voice was quiet now, a mix of fear and confusion.

“Because-“

A distant rumble interrupted him, low at first but growing louder, a mechanical hum that didn’t belong in the peaceful forest. Callen froze, his eyes widening in alarm.

(y/n) perked up, her ears twitching. “What’s that?” she asked, her eyes darting around the trees.

Callen’s heart sank. He recognized the sound—the unmistakable roar of engines, far too large to belong to anything native to Pandora. He stood up abruptly, grabbing (y/n)’s arm. “We need to go. Now.”

“But—”

“No time!” Callen hissed, tugging her toward the dense underbrush.

The ground vibrated beneath their feet as the noise intensified. Through the gaps in the trees, they could see the tops of the machines—massive, armored vehicles pushing through the forest, flattening anything in their path. The unmistakable silhouette of a Scorpion gunship hovered above them in the distance, scanning the area with searchlights.

(y/n)’s eyes widened in fear. ”Why are they here”

Callen pulled her closer, his breath quickening as he struggled to keep his composure. “I don’t know, but we can’t let them see us.”

He pulled her deeper into the forest, his exopack hissing with each quickened breath. The terrain grew rougher, but (y/n) moved with an effortless grace that Callen. As they reached a thicket of tall, glowing plants, they ducked behind the thick foliage, crouching low as the sounds of the approaching vehicles grew louder.

Callen motioned for (y/n) to stay quiet, pressing a finger to his lips. His mind raced—how could they have tracked them after all these years? He had been so careful. No signals, no traceable technology. He had destroyed everything that connected him to the RDA.

But somehow, they had found them.

The ground shook as one of the vehicles passed by, its enormous treads crushing the undergrowth beneath it. A piercing searchlight swept through the forest, sending the smaller creatures of Pandora scattering.

(y/n) crouched beside him, her hand gripping his arm tightly, her chest heaving with barely contained fear. Callen put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, though his own fear was rising.

Through the thick brush, they could make out the figures of RDA soldiers in exo-suits marching beside the vehicles, their weapons gleaming. They were scanning the area, searching for something.

“You have to go,” Callen whispered urgently, his voice barely audible over the rumbling machines. “Go home and get the emergency bag i left and follow the trail to the Hallelujah mountains”

(y/n) shook her head fiercely, tears brimming in her eyes. “No! I’m not leaving you.”

“You have to!” Callen whispered, gripping her shoulders tightly. “Listen to me. I won’t make it out there if they find us. But you—you can. You’re stronger, faster. You know this forest better than they do.”

“I won’t go without you!” (y/n) insisted, her voice shaking.

Callen’s eyes softened, his heart breaking. “You have to survive. For me. For yourself.” He paused, the sound of the RDA growing closer. “Go now, before it’s too late.”

Tears streamed down (y/n)’s face, but she nodded, understanding that there was no time left. She embraced him tightly for a brief, heart-wrenching moment before slipping away into the shadows, her footsteps soundless against the forest floor.

Callen watched her disappear, his heart pounding as the RDA vehicles came closer. He took a deep breath, adjusting his exopack, and stood to face whatever was coming next.

But his only hope now was that (y/n) would make it and find Jake Sully.

authors note: Hey everyone thank you for noticing and liking this work. Remember every suggestions or tips are always welcome. Its a slow process but next chapter neteyam will appear stay tuned.