#Helicopter Formation

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Stevie Ray Vaughan - Crossfire

[thingsdavidlikes]

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[mrsparrot]

Olive Payne • Dublin, 2022

[whatsagirltoblogabout]

I felt the swell of pure joy at watching her wave that wand around and my first thought was "this almost makes up for killing [spoiler]." Before the death scene happened. This show is turning me into a mentalist.

[sideeve]

indulge with me in this . please .

(this has been an idea i’ve have from 7 years old)

your fist meets the skin of one of the thug you were apprehending. the beeping from your cowl’s intercom sounds. “batgirl, speak.”

“batgirl. i need you in Gotham.” bruce says. he sounds like hens desperately demanding for assistance. “kinda busy here, B.” you kick the hump of the thugs throat, giving you time to knock them out. “this is serious. scarecrow is threatening to cover all of gotham in fear toxin.”

all of gotham? what about your mom and dad? your friends. “has GCPD taken any action?” you call for your batmobile, quickly hopping in.

“the city has evacuated. it’s all scum on the streets.” you let out a relieved sigh. “good.” you rev the engine, driving to gotham.

the clock tower is silent. only whirs from the electric work around you. “Babs?” you call out. “here.” she rolls her wheelchair backwards, waving you over to where she is. standing beside her, you speak first. “so? what did i miss?”

she sighs, pulling up an interactive fear toxin image. “bruce took out a militiaman with a fear toxin injector. this formula is strong. imagine the fallout if he goes through with this.” her tone becomes paranoid, her mouth spewing worries. “don’t worry, babs.” you put your hand on her shoulder. “we got this.”

“batgirl. we have a lead to where Scarecrow is making the toxin. meet me at ACE Chemicals.” the hologram of Bruce disappears on your wrist. “great.” you huff. “you call me if you find anything.” you tell babs before leaving the clock tower, driving to ACE Chem.

your batmobile slides next to Batman’s as you eject out, landing next to the caped crusader himself. “Scarecrow’s in there.” he nods his head towards ACE Chemicals.

before you could respond, a helicopter rises from the broken bridge you stood on. a masked man was behind it. his attire was similar to the Batman’s. but more military styled and red.

“time to die, Batman.” then, the helicopter lets its mini gun spread bullets. both you and Batman jump behind the GCPD cop cars along with the other police officers, waiting for it to end.

“friend of yours?” Commissioner Gordon asks Batman. “stay here. i’ll find out.”

“any idea why he only wanted to kill you?” he doesn’t respond but grapples his way up to a ledge, you following after.

after locating the remaining hostages, you drive your way over to one before the dumb militia decide to have fun.

as you untie the poor hostage, a smoke bomb is thrown down in front the room in front of you. “formation!” the militia get into position, aiming their rifles at you, ready to shoot at you through the glass if needed.

suddenly, the Arkham Knight repels down a rope, chuckling as he walks up to the glass. “oh how i waited for this moment.” he takes a deep breath. “don’t shoot. she’s not a threat.”

“believe that if you want.” you spit.

he laughs, “still a firecracker, i see.” he puts his hand on the glass, waiting for you to meet his. “you’ll see reason, soon. you’re just blinded by that caped idiot.

ah? ah? any takers?!? i know it was ass but i was speeding through it.

request forum.

[rhymingtherapy]

(i like to imagine) air & sea

as mirrors of cosmic symmetry

in energetic excitation states

of turbulence & tide

sand emerging from the ocean

in superfluid patterns

mimicking the fractal nature

of cloud formations

their architecture evolving

in transcendental

tandem—both above

and below the horizon

the uncertainty of wave function

proposing entanglement

of many-bodies

inside the spatial temporality of time

.

RhymingTherapy—December 2024 (screenshots from a video taken by me during a helicopter flight around Moreton Island in Queensland, Australia).

[vestaignis]

Большая голубая дыра находится в водах на территории государства Белиз. Поскольку данное углубление самое большое среди подобных, ЮНЕСКО внесло ее в перечень всемирного наследия, которое подлежит охране. Большая голубая дыра - круглая воронка правильной формы на дне океана, которая образовалась естественным путем. Ее диаметр 305 м, а глубина – 120 м. Учетные связывают ее образование с затоплением системы известняковых пещер, произошедшем при поднятии океана после последнего ледникового периода. Со временем их своды обвалились, и образовалась воронка.

До сравнительно недавнего времени существовала более романтичная версия ее образования. Якобы это огромный сосуд, в котором люди древних цивилизаций хранили что-то весьма ценное. Этот миф развеял Ж.-И. Кусто, который подтвердил теорию естественного образования дыры.

Это место очень любят дайверы: оно входит в 10 лучших мест для такого рода активностей. Чтобы совершить погружение, надо проплыть 96 км, что займет до 2 часов, поэтому сюда надо добираться на катере. Их прокат в местном порту Сан-Педро очень популярная услуга. Погружаясь в кратер, любители приключений могут посетить затопленные пещеры со сталактитами и сталагмитами. Нужно быть очень осторожными: система пещер весьма запутанная и легко можно заблудиться: второе, неофициальное, название, которое заслужило это место – Кладбище дайверов.

Тем, кому интересна фауна, а также ныряльщикам с недостаточным опытом погружения, стоит оставаться в относительной близости к поверхности, где рыбы ведут активный образ жизни. Этот слой не превышает 30 метров. В воде можно наблюдать за морскими черепахами, безобидными акулами-няньками, груперами, морскими окунями и другими более мелкими рыбами. Такая глубина вполне комфортна для ныряльщиков – температура не опускается ниже 24 °C.

На нее стоит посмотреть с высоты: завораживающее зрелище. Поэтому для состоятельных туристов устраивают вертолетные экскурсии. А для совсем экстремалов – прыжок с парашютом над Дырой.

The Great Blue Hole is located in the waters of the state of Belize. Since this depression is the largest of its kind, UNESCO has included it in the list of world heritage sites that are subject to protection. The Great Blue Hole is a round funnel of regular shape on the ocean floor, which was formed naturally. Its diameter is 305 m, and its depth is 120 m. Accountants associate its formation with the flooding of a system of limestone caves, which occurred when the ocean rose after the last ice age. Over time, their arches collapsed, and a funnel was formed.

Until relatively recently, there was a more romantic version of its formation. Allegedly, this is a huge vessel in which people of ancient civilizations kept something very valuable. This myth was dispelled by J.-Y. Cousteau, who confirmed the theory of the natural formation of the hole.

This place is very popular with divers: it is among the 10 best places for this kind of activity. To dive, you need to swim 96 km, which will take up to 2 hours, so you need to get here by boat. Their rental in the local port of San Pedro is a very popular service. Diving into the crater, adventure lovers can visit flooded caves with stalactites and stalagmites. You need to be very careful: the cave system is very confusing and it is easy to get lost: the second, unofficial, name that this place has earned is the Divers' Cemetery.

Those who are interested in fauna, as well as divers with insufficient diving experience, should stay relatively close to the surface, where the fish lead an active lifestyle. This layer does not exceed 30 meters. In the water, you can observe sea turtles, harmless nurse sharks, groupers, groupers and other smaller fish. This depth is quite comfortable for divers - the temperature does not fall below 24 ° C.

It is worth looking at it from above: a fascinating spectacle. That is why helicopter excursions are arranged for wealthy tourists. And for the most extreme ones – a parachute jump over the Hole.

Источник://megapozitiv.com/bolshaja-golubaja-dyra-beliz-foto-interesnye-fakty-video.html,/tourweek.ru/gallery/sight/great-blue-hole/latest,/planetofhotels.com/guide/ru/beliz/beliz-siti/bolshaya-golubaya-dyra,/pogovorim.by/19122-bolshaya-golubaya-dyra-bereg-beliz-karibskoe-more-nauka-zhak-kusto.html,/omyworld.ru/6385.

[bookshelfdreams]

the thing about night vale that makes it stand out to this day and makes even the old episodes hold up is how unabashedly unashamedly queer it is

and I don't just mean that cecil declare es his undying love for a man he saw once within the first 10 minutes of the entire show. I don't just mean the many, many casually lgbt+ characters

I mean that it's just. So fucking weird.

like the first thing to understand about it is that long-form fiction podcasts like this weren't really a thing before. night vale was foundational to not only it's genre, but it's format. audio dramas weren't dead exactly, but they were going out of style, who listened to the radio for fiction in 2012?

and Fink & Cranor just came along and went fuck you, we're gonna do what we want. we're gonna tell the stories we want to tell how we want to tell them.

there's a giant glow cloud that drops dead animals. DO NOT APPROACH THE DOG PARK.

like. I can't really express it. but from its very first moments it was just so. genuine. like you could really feel that this was written by people just doing whatever they thought would be fun or cool or interesting, who wrote for themselves and didn't really care about reaching an audience.

hey apropos of nothing let's do a psa about what color helicopters are most likely to abduct your children. have you heard about throat spiders?

and it works! too this day it still works because it's fun and scary and heartfelt and weird as all fuck

of course a website full of queer weirdos would fall in love with this

[andmaybegayer]

helicopters are a collection of parts flying in close formation. Ospreys are. a collection of parts.

Hell yeah I bet it was an Osprey

I am psychic (I know the osprey is a machine that turns alive americans into dead americans with frightening regularity)

[mostlysignssomeportents]

When Facebook came for your battery, feudal security failed

When George Hayward was working as a Facebook data-scientist, his bosses ordered him to run a “negative test,” updating Facebook Messenger to deliberately drain users’ batteries, in order to determine how power-hungry various parts of the apps were. Hayward refused, and Facebook fired him, and he sued:

https://nypost.com/2023/01/28/facebook-fires-worker-who-refused-to-do-negative-testing-awsuit/

If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/05/battery-vampire/#drained

Hayward balked because he knew that among the 1.3 billion people who use Messenger, some would be placed in harm’s way if Facebook deliberately drained their batteries — physically stranded, unable to communicate with loved ones experiencing emergencies, or locked out of their identification, payment method, and all the other functions filled by mobile phones.

As Hayward told Kathianne Boniello at the New York Post, “Any data scientist worth his or her salt will know, ‘Don’t hurt people…’ I refused to do this test. It turns out if you tell your boss, ‘No, that’s illegal,’ it doesn’t go over very well.”

Negative testing is standard practice at Facebook, and Hayward was given a document called “How to run thoughtful negative tests” regarding which he said, “I have never seen a more horrible document in my career.”

We don’t know much else, because Hayward’s employment contract included a non-negotiable binding arbitration waiver, which means that he surrendered his right to seek legal redress from his former employer. Instead, his claim will be heard by an arbitrator — that is, a fake corporate judge who is paid by Facebook to decide if Facebook was wrong. Even if he finds in Hayward’s favor — something that arbitrators do far less frequently than real judges do — the judgment, and all the information that led up to it, will be confidential, meaning we won’t get to find out more:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/12/hot-coffee/#mcgeico

One significant element of this story is that the malicious code was inserted into Facebook’s app. Apps, we’re told, are more secure than real software. Under the “curated computing” model, you forfeit your right to decide what programs run on your devices, and the manufacturer keeps you safe. But in practice, apps are just software, only worse:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/23/peek-a-boo/#attack-helicopter-parenting

Apps are part what Bruce Schneier calls “feudal security.” In this model, we defend ourselves against the bandits who roam the internet by moving into a warlord’s fortress. So long as we do what the warlord tells us to do, his hired mercenaries will keep us safe from the bandits:

https://locusmag.com/2021/01/cory-doctorow-neofeudalism-and-the-digital-manor/

But in practice, the mercenaries aren’t all that good at their jobs. They let all kinds of badware into the fortress, like the “pig butchering” apps that snuck into the two major mobile app stores:

https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2023/02/pig-butchering-scam-apps-sneak-into-apples-app-store-and-google-play/

It’s not merely that the app stores’ masters make mistakes — it’s that when they screw up, we have no recourse. You can’t switch to an app store that pays closer attention, or that lets you install low-level software that monitors and overrides the apps you download.

Indeed, Apple’s Developer Agreement bans apps that violate other services’ terms of service, and they’ve blocked apps like OG App that block Facebook’s surveillance and other enshittification measures, siding with Facebook against Apple device owners who assert the right to control how they interact with the company:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/12/10/e2e/#the-censors-pen

When a company insists that you must be rendered helpless as a condition of protecting you, it sets itself up for ghastly failures. Apple’s decision to prevent every one of its Chinese users from overriding its decisions led inevitably and foreseeably to the Chinese government ordering Apple to spy on those users:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/11/foreseeable-consequences/#airdropped

Apple isn’t shy about thwarting Facebook’s business plans, but Apple uses that power selectively — they blocked Facebook from spying on Iphone users (yay!) and Apple covertly spied on its customers in exactly the same way as Facebook, for exactly the same purpose, and lied about it:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/14/luxury-surveillance/#liar-liar

The ultimately, irresolvable problem of Feudal Security is that the warlord’s mercenaries will protect you against anyone — except the warlord who pays them. When Apple or Google or Facebook decides to attack its users, the company’s security experts will bend their efforts to preventing those users from defending themselves, turning the fortress into a prison:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/20/benevolent-dictators/#felony-contempt-of-business-model

Feudal security leaves us at the mercy of giant corporations — fallible and just as vulnerable to temptation as any of us. Both binding arbitration and feudal security assume that the benevolent dictator will always be benevolent, and never make a mistake. Time and again, these assumptions are proven to be nonsense.

Image: Anthony Quintano (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mark_Zuckerberg_F8_2018_Keynote_%2841118890174%29.jpg

CC BY 2.0: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/deed.en

[Image ID: A painting depicting the Roman sacking of Jerusalem. The Roman leader's head has been replaced with Mark Zuckerberg's head. The wall has Apple's 'Think Different' wordmark and an Ios 'low battery' icon.]

Next week (Feb 8-17), I'll be in Australia, touring my book *Chokepoint Capitalism* with my co-author, Rebecca Giblin. We'll be in Brisbane on Feb 8, and then we're doing a remote event for NZ on Feb 9. Next is Melbourne, Sydney and Canberra. I hope to see you!

https://chokepointcapitalism.com/

[greekmythcomix]

EPIC vs The Odyssey - The Troy Saga infographic

Full infographic on main site - https://greekmythcomix.com/comic/epic-vs-the-odyssey-the-troy-saga/

Accompanying post with text - https://greekmythcomix.com/2024/07/22/epic-vs-the-odyssey-the-troy-saga-infographic/

I love EPIC the Musical, LOVE it, and have been following its progress for some time now.

A few weeks ago I was watching a video post where Jorge Rivera-Herrans was talking about how it’s not a direct retelling, and fans shouldn’t base their knowledge of the Odyssey on EPIC, especially if they’re at school.

SO I made this - an infographic explaining the differences.

Why? I’m going to be teaching the Odyssey again myself in September (for the 15th…16th time? I forget) and I’d love to introduce my students to EPIC… BUT I also want them to know the Odyssey well and not write the wrong thing in their exams (I used to teach English Lit too and remember well the Romeo and Juliet vs Baz Luhrman ‘no, they didn’t have helicopters’ essay debacle), hence this loving infographic series. I figure other teachers may get some use out of it too!

Full comic-infographic in a better-looking format (and a post containing all the text as it’s too long for ALT) is on the website - GreekMythComix.com (You’ll also find comics about Nostos, Xenia, and a big chunk of the Odyssey retold and explained for students!)

Now to go consume The Thunder Saga which I’ve been saving for the Summer Holidays!

EDIT: I’ve fixed it on the main site but can’t here: I’ve written Eumaeus instead of Eurylochus on the character scroll under Full Speed Ahead. Damn, too many Eury-prefixes!

[ofspacecrafts]

Tommy’s helicopter goes down the day Bobby is reinstated as Captain.

Christopher is home, Hen and Karen have Mara back, Gerard and Ortiz are fired, Maddie and Chim are having another baby and Bobby is back.

And Buck is in love. He’s never been happier, everything is back to normal, everything is right & it feels the perfect time to finally tell Tommy.

Then they get the call. A chopper just crashed after dropping suppressant near the canyon.

He sees Bobby’s face and he already knows.

Bobby puts a hand on his shoulder. “He’s alert and communicating, we’re going to get him out.”

Buck nods. “ I know I am.”

On the way there they try radioing Tommy but now there’s no response.

The dread builds but he’s breathing through it. All he needs to do is get there.

When they get there they see the helicopter smashed into the side of a rock formation , smoke billowing out of the top.

Buck starts gearing up immediately. Bobby stands in front of him. “I’m going to let you do this. I trust you to do this.” he says softly. “But if at any point I change my mind , I will pull you out.”

Bobby gives orders. Buck and Eddie are repelling down to the crash site with the saws and jaws,

Ravi isn’t far behind, trying to help put out the small fire that’s building around them.

Buck sprints to the pilot side door and he sees him slumped over the controls . Eddie is on the other side where a groggy Lucy is staring up at them.

They work quick to get the doors open but the smoke is getting thicker. “I knew you’d come get your man, Buckley.” Lucy says with a sleepy smile as Eddie drags her out.

Buck hears his door come open with a loud creak.

He quickly grabs Tommy under his arms and pulls him out. He places him gently on the ground.

Buck checks his pulse and calls him name. Tommy blinks , blood dripping from his head. “Ev-Evan?”

Buck sighs with relief and grabs his hand. Hen is behind him with a gurney and the backup medevac is landing,

Bobby gives him an approving nod and tells him to go with them.

It’s not until later at the hospital while they’re running tests that Buck feels like he can’t breathe, he tilts his head back and tries to take a breath. He feels the tears hot on his cheeks before he even realizes he’s crying.

Hen is next to him , putting her hand on his knee. “He’s going to be ok, Buck. He’s going to be ok because of you.”

The tests all come back clear but they keep him overnight to be safe.

Buck refuses to leave so Bobby offers to pick them up in the morning.

They’re waiting in the hallway while the nurse gives Tommy paperwork.

“Buck, I’m proud of you , you know that ?” Bobby says. Buck looks at him and realizes there’s tears in his eyes . “I meant it when I said you’ve come a long way, son.”

Inspired by this and this .

Linked posts by : @asraindarkness @peppermintquartz @buckevantommy @unfuckablebogtroll

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Do you have any megastar hcs?

Thanks for the ask anon cause I have alot! Both serious and funny ones, but I think some are pretty common, I dunno if I can list them all but here's some off the top of my head:

They're both very possessive over each other, Starscream is shown in the nightbird episode, Megatron would be too if he wasnt the only person that can handle being around starscream for a million years

Their strong feelings for each other transcends into every universe, if there is a Megatron, then a Starscream will be his second in command

Everyone knows they're together, or at least, intimate (?)

The autobots want them to stay together, the disfunction is tactically advantageous, Optimus Prime watches human bad romance shows for ideas (they almost never work, almost)

When they do work he's like, super smug about it and it makes prowl really mad because none of his logical plans have worked, but how the frag did a hallmark movie plot work??? It's JULY

Starscream is a cat person, Megatron is a bird person

Megatron wanted songbirds but he doesn't want the cats to eat then so he got ravens instead, they're super intelligent and he taught them seeker formations using lazerbeak

Megatron is delighted, starscream is passive aggressive to them, the ravens pick up on this and poop on him alot

Starscream won't kill Megatron when it's super boring, like traveling through space for years together where theres no battles, it's too anticlimanctic

Megatron also will never kill starscream, (unless it's to livestream his funeral on twitch that one time ig) everytime there's a new wave of recruits there's that one brave dumb soul who copies something starscream does and immediately gets executed, the recruits learn quickly that starscream is an exception

Starscream uses reddit to post AITA questions about his and Megatrons arguments sometimes, he's always voted as the asshole

Starscream acts more flirty when there's news helicopters around because he knows that there's fanfic about him and megatron and he unironicly got invested in one fic so he's trying to get the author to update faster

The author is thundercracker

[aanoia]

Orphic (pt.1)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 3,719 warnings; injury, mentions of death Pt. 2; Pt. 3 Important note; this is sort of a continuation of a previous story that can be found on my Wattpad. It's not required to read that story, in fact it was written years ago (now it's very poorly written, but then it was my best writing). It will give backstory on your parents. Speaking of your parents, you were born to Tsu'tey and Y/n. Tsu'tey died the same death as in the movie, and Y/n died during childbirth. Jake and Neytiri took you in and named you after your mother. You're basically twins with Neteyam :) Bold is English :) the normal text is Na'vi

Decided to stray from my Marauders era for the time being, as I rewatched the Avatar movies and that phase is coming back. This is mostly a trial to see if I want to post this series on Tumblr, or just on Wattpad. The format will probably change a bit as time goes on :)

The ground beneath her rushes past as her ikran races through the air, following closely behind the group of older warriors. She stays steady on her ikran, completely in tune with her surroundings as her sharp eyes scan across the moving terrain. The unpleasant hum of the skywalker machines fill her ears, and her lip subconsciously curls into a sneer. Into view comes a train upon its foreign tracks, two helicopter-like vehicles hovering above it. 

“Ground team, move.” Her father’s voice instructs in her ear. The track explodes, sending the front of the train flying and causing the aircrafts to veer off track. The experienced warriors dive, and she aches to follow suit, but she refrains. Only two others stay high in the sky, her brothers, Neteyam and Lo’ak. She knows they crave the same thing she does, to go down and fight with the others. However, their father’s orders echo in their minds. The group of Na’vi work swiftly, bringing down the aircrafts and searching through the various cargo bins.

“Yo, we have got to get down there,” Lo’ak says, looking at his elder siblings with an excited look on his face.

“No way! Dad will skin us!” Neteyam protests.

  “Come on, don’t be a wuss!” Lo’ak half shrugs, and his ikran changes directions, beginning to dive.

Y/n sighs, glancing at Neteyam, “Come on, little brother, we can’t let him have all the fun.” She grins, and flies after Lo’ak.

“Lo’ak! Y/n! Get back here- argh!” Neteyam groans, before reluctantly going along with them. The trio land, and Y/n gracefully dismounts her ikran, swinging her bow across her shoulder. Once again, she’s scanning her surroundings, taking note of any possible dangers, anything that could hurt her brothers.

“Come on, let’s go!” Lo’ak urges, already running into action.

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam growls, running after the boy. 

Said boy runs to a supply crate, where a warrior hands him a gun. “Go boy, take it.” Lo’ak happily takes the firearm, ululating proudly. Y/n and Neteyam walk towards him, the latter rather pissed off. 

“You don’t even know how to use it.” He sneers, glancing distastefully at the gun in his hand.

Lo’ak successfully loads the gun, a smug grin on his face, “Dad taught me.” He raises the gun in the air, pretending to aim at something. “I bet you can’t aim.”

Y/n rolls her eyes, “Lo’ak, you can’t either.”

“Yeah- but I bet he’s worse than I am.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Neteyam mutters. A warrior calls out, and once again their father’s voice fills the air.

“Gunship’s inbound! Fall back!” He yells, and the three kids immediately take off to their ikrans. Neteyam urges the two others to run faster, and they all push. However, their efforts are in vain as an explosive goes off behind them, sending the three flying in the air. Y/n yelps, landing on a jagged piece of metal. She hisses at the pain searing through her back. She sits up, reaching behind her to find her fingers coated in a wet substance.

“Shit, dad is gonna kill me.” She mutters to herself, pushing herself to her feet. “Neteyam!? Lo’ak!?” She spots her father, turning over a blue body. She rushes over, dread filling her body. “Dad- is that-”

Neteyam groans, his face scrunched in pain, “Dad?”

Jake takes Neteyam by the back of his neck, lifting him up to check his back for any injuries. Upon seeing none, he growls at the boy. “What are you doing here, boy? What the hell were you thinking?” He glances at Y/n. “And you- are you alright?”

She bites her tongue and nods, “Yes, I’m sorry, sir.”

“I’m- sor-sorry,” Neteyam grunts out, pain lacing his words as Jake lifts him over his shoulders.

“Go, Y/n. Now.” She nods upon her fathers demand, and rushes back to her ikran. She quietly calms its worried squawks, and takes off in flight. She follows the group through the mountains, trying to ignore the stinging in her back as she hangs her head low, afraid to meet her father’s stern gaze.

A loud horn blows as they make it home, and many Na’vi cheer and whoop upon their arrival. Y/n lands on the rock with a solemn face, and she winces softly as she dismounts, not so graceful as last time. She pets her ikran’s face gently, cooing.

“You did good, girl, thank you.” She whispers, restings her forehead against her ikran’s.

“Fall in.” Her father commands and she sucks in a breath. She pulls away from her ikran, following her father’s orders. He looks at the three children with an irritated look, and Y/n can’t help but notice the hints of worry mixed in. “You’re supposed to spotters. You spot bogeys, and you call ‘em in. From a distance.” He growls, looking back and forth between the children. “Does any of this sound familiar? Get here!” He commands Lo’ak, and the boy steps forward, joining the line. “Jesus, I let you three geniuses fly a mission, and you disobey direct orders.” In a softer voice he adds, “Kiri, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded? Please?” Y/n hisses softly as her mothers hands gently caress the skin around her wound. 

Kiri glances at her father, “My brother is wounded.” She says in an obvious tone.

“It’s fine.” Neteyam reassures.

“Baby girl, please.” Jake pleads as Tuk gazes curiously at the scene. “Tuk, go with her, go!”

“Dad- sir, I take full responsibility.” Neteyam tries as Kiri and Tuk sigh and join their grandmother.

“What- no, he doesn’t.” Y/n butts in, glaring slightly at Neteyam.

“You do. That’s right. ‘Cause you’re the older brother, you gotta act like it.” Y/n looks at him with a distasteful look. She’s the eldest. She was born many moments before Neteyam was. She looks at her feet, a dull ache in her chest.

“MaJake.” Neytiri says softly, a nice change in tone. “Your son, and your daughter, are actually bleeding.”

Jake looks between the two, and his gaze settles on Y/n. “You said you weren’t hurt.”

“I’m fine, sir.” She says quickly.

He stares at her for a moment, before sighing, “Just go and get patched up. Both of you. Go on, dismissed.” She hesitates for a second, but with her mother’s urging hand on her lower back, she walks, leaving Lo’ak alone to deal with their father. 

Neteyam grunts in pain, hissing slightly. Y/n watches quietly from the corner of the room, having already gone through this. Lo’ak laughs, arms crossed as he taunts his brother. Their grandmother, the Tsahik, shakes her head at his antics as Tuk hands Neteyam a bowl and gently instructs him to drink.

“I would use yalna bark.” Kiri says out loud, standing to walk to her grandmother. 

“Oh, you would? And who is Tsahik?” Her grandmother asks, continuing with patching her grandson. 

“You are grand- move!” She shoves Lo’ak over. “You are, Grandmother. But yalna bark is better.” Neteyam hisses in pain. “Stings less.”

“Mighty warrior.” Lo’ak teases, earning himself a slap to his leg from his grandmother.

Y/n tunes the group out, zoning in on a spot on the floor. Her hands clasp tightly around her beaded necklace, one that belonged to her birth father. She wonders if he would have let her go down and join the rest, or if he would also have her be just lookout. Would he be angry at her, the way Jake seems to always be? She’s heard many stories about him. He was a great warrior. The People trusted him to bring them to victory against the sky people, and he died attempting to do so. He was mighty, and she feels like anything but. Her thoughts shift to her mother, Jake’s best friend. She was kind, and fierce. People would always speak of her fondly. She had to end her father’s suffering, breaking her own heart in the process. And then, once Y/n was born, she died. All Y/n has left of her is her name.

She will forever be thankful to Jake and Neytiri, who have filled the position of her mother and father. But she can’t help but wonder how her life would be different if her birth parents were alive. She feels a presence beside her and sighs softly, glancing over. 

“Hey, sis, you alright?” Neteyam asks softly, looking over at her.

She nods a little, “Lo’ak got grounded.” She says quietly as said boy leaves with Kiri.

He hums, “I heard. No flying for a month.” He sucks in a breath, thankful he somehow avoided the punishment. Y/n nods and Neteyam studies her for moment. He notices the way she protectively holds onto her necklace. “Are you thinking about Tsu’tey again?”

“I always am.” She responds, back to looking at the floor. “I miss him, and I don’t even know him.”

He scoots a bit closer, nodding. “It’s alright, sis. He’s with Eywa, and he’s watching over you. I’m sure he’s proud of you.”

She makes a face, “Yeah, maybe.” She glances up as Neytiri and Jake walk into the tent. She makes brief eye contact with her father, but quickly looks away. His sad gaze lingers on the girl, but upon Tuk’s begs to be picked up, he looks away.

Neteyam sighs softly, wrapping his arm around his sister’s shoulders, “Either way, you have me, big sister.”

Y/n glances at him, a ghost of a smile on her face. She holds out her pinky, “Little brother.”

He grins, locking his finger with hers, “Big sister.”

“No matter how old we get.” She finishes softly, shaking his pinky like a handshake. “Thank you, Neteyam.”

He half shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s no biggie.” He pulls his hand away, and ruffles the top of her head. “I'll leave you to ponder, I need to speak to father.”

She smiles, “Try to keep your head.”

He stands, “I'll do my best.” And he walks towards their parents. 

Y/n uses this chance to sneak off unnoticed. She silently slips out of the tent, and once she's a good distance away, she calls for her ikran. She takes a deep breath, and jumps from the edge, landing seamlessly on her ikran. The two immediately take off, and she ululates loudly as they go. Once his wings meet a steady rhythm, she spreads her arms out, basking in the final moments of sunlight. The warmth of the rays brings comfort to her skin, and she sighs deeply. The built up stress slowly fades away and her muscles relax. 

Moments like these, completely alone and serene, not a worry in the world, are her favorite. It’s the only time she can truly relax. However, she doesn’t get many. The tight leash her father holds her on seems to be suffocating. She can never leave without notifying someone - and even then she can never leave by herself. Her father’s fear of something happening took over her life. So, whenever she gets the chance, she slips away, giving herself a moment of freedom. 

Her ikran perches on the side of a cliff, and Y/n carefully climbs onto the small landing. She rests against a rock, looking up at the night sky. Her ikran purrs softly and curls up beside her, resting his head on her lap. She gently pets him, caught up in her own world.

Her serenity was interrupted by the hum of vehicles below her. She furrows her brows as her ikrans head perks up. She peers over the edge of the landing, her eyes searching for the noise. A seemingly rogue amp suit trudges through the forest, gun at the ready. She glances at her ikran, and in only a moment she’s on his back, stealthily gliding down. The sun slowly falls behind the trees, and the world gets darker, but she doesn’t turn for home. The pair land in the trees, and she silently instructs her ikran to stay back. 

She runs through the trees, tracking the noises of the amp suit. The bow slung across her shoulder gently hits her thigh, and her ears perk up at every sound. She eventually catches up with the suit, and watches intently from the trees. A young man occupies the suit, and she notes his particular ugliness. Her stomach settles uncomfortably, and she swallows thickly. 

“Mule, do you read?” Her dad’s irritated voice fills her ears, and she freezes. The sound catches her off guard, and she falls short of the branch she was reaching for. She yelps as she loses her balance on the tree. She shrieks, flailing her arms as she falls. She hits the ground with a thud and a groan, and the amp suit already has his gun pointed at her.

“Well, what do we have here?” He sneers, a nasty look on his features. She grunts, pushing herself to her feet despite the ache in her ankle. She doesn’t answer, instead slowly inching her hands to her bow. “Don’t you touch that thing.” 

“Mule, I asked, "Do you read?””

“It’s getting dark out, did mommy and daddy not tell you to be home before the light dies?” He takes a step closer to the girl, and she bites her cheek, glancing around.

“I do not speak English, dipshit.” She sneers, glaring up at him. 

“What was that? Speak English, beast.” A squawk fills the air, and the man's attention is drawn. Y/n takes this moment to dart between the robot's legs, pulling her bow off her shoulders. She swiftly climbs on top of the tree, pointing the arrow at the man. He points his gun, and fires aimlessly. The arrow leaves her bow, and strikes beside his head. She loads another arrow, and a searing pain shoots up her thigh. But she holds steady, and releases this arrow. The suit slumps, and falls to the ground. 

Y/n glances down at her thigh and a pained look crosses her face, she lifts her hand to her throat. “Devil dog, I read.” She grunts out.

The answer is immediate, “Where’s your playground?”

She stumbles down the tree, calling for her ikran before answering, “By the mountain-” She hisses. “South side.”

There’s a pause, “Are you hurt?”

She sighs deeply, her ikran landing beside her. “Yes. I’m coming home.”

“No, stay where you are.” She takes off. “Mule, do you read?” No answer. “Goddamnit, Y/n.” She makes it home quickly, and her siblings immediately crowd her. 

“Y/n- what were you thinking?” Neteyam rushes out, pushing past his siblings.

She grunts, feeling slightly dizzy from her bleeding bullet wound, “My leg.” She mutters, afraid to look down at it. 

“My daughter!” Her mother shrieks, shoving the growing crowd. “My child- what has happened?”

“Mama-” She slides off of her ikran into her arms. Her leg gives out and she screws her eyes shut.

“Y/n!” It’s her father this time, who also shoves through the crowd. “Shit, Y/n- move! Everyone move!” Neytiri picks up the girl and follows after her mate, her face etched in worry. 

“I’m sorry-” She whispers to her parents.

“Shh, save your energy, child.” Neytiri instructs softly as she sets her down on a fur blanket in their tent. Mo’at rushes in, gently pushing Jake aside to assess the wound. She makes quick work of setting up her supplies, a deep frown on her face.

“Y/n!” Neteyam rushes inside, despite his father’s protests. He slides next to Y/n, taking her hand tightly.

“We must remove the bullet. It will hurt, grandchild.” Mo’at says calmly. “Are you ready?” Y/n swallows thickly and nods.

“Okay,” She whispers, dreading the next few seconds. Her fear proved to be justified, as the pain of large makeshift tweezers digging through her thigh is unbearable. She tries to stay quiet, but a few whimpers and cries manage to escape. She relaxes once the bullet is removed, and sighs. “Ouch.” She mutters, sniffling softly.

Neytiri frowns at her daughter, “What were you doing out there so late?” Jake watches from the front of the tent, a hard look in his eyes.

“I just wanted-” She hisses. “To be alone, for a moment. I lost track of time.”

“And the sky people?”

“Came out of nowhere… he was alone. I was watching him, and then dad called for me, and I fell.” She doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, shame filling her body.

“Where is this man?”

“Dead.” She replies grimly, slightly relieved as Mo’at wraps her thigh. 

“You killed him?” Neteyam asks quietly, wonder in his eyes. Y/n nods solemnly. “Woah, cool.”

“Not cool.” Their father butts in, stepping forward. His hard gaze sets on his eldest. “I’m disappointed in you. You defied multiple rules. Don’t go anywhere alone. Don’t go out when it’s getting dark. Don’t interact with the sky people.” His arms are crossed, and his jaw clenched. “You could've died, do you realize that?”

Y/n’s gaze lowers, and she nods. “Yes, sir.”

Neytiri gives her mate a pointed look, “She could have died, so be thankful she didn’t. She has already received the punishment of her mistakes. All you must do is comfort her.”

“A shot to the leg isn’t enough- she should be grounded.”

“MaJake.” The heat in her eyes successfully quiets the man, and he sighs, shaking his head and storming out of the tent. Y/n frowns, sitting up slowly.

“I’m tired.” She mumbles.

“You cannot walk on your own, granddaughter. Your leg requires healing, and you must give it time to do so.” Mo’at says, a rare gentle tone in her voice. “I shall have a healer bring you crutches.”

Y/n nods, “Thank you, grandmother.” Mo’at nods and collects her things. She exchanges a few words with her daughter, before walking out. Her presence was replaced by a crying Tuk. She runs in and jumps into Y/n’s arms. “Woah- Tuk?”

“Are you dying?” Tuk asks, her eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, no, no, Tuk. I’m alright. I’m not dying, silly.” She says softly, kissing Tuk’s forehead.

“Is your leg going to be cut off?” Lo’ak questions, much too excited about the idea, as he walks in.

“You wish.” She grins. Her siblings can always cheer her up, even if they aren’t trying to do so.

“I think you’re an idiot.” Kiri mentions.

“I think father agrees with you.” Y/n shrugs, still holding tightly onto Tuk. “Is my ikran okay?”

Kiri nods, “You’re ikran is just fine.”

She smiles gratefully, “Thank you. Now, let me sleep. I require slumber.”

Y/n sits, gently humming to herself as she makes a necklace. It’s only been a few days since she was injured, and she’s spent her down time making things for the people she’s loved. She’s already finished the things for her siblings, her mother, and her grandmother. All that’s left is her father. She must admit that she contemplated even making him one, but he really does mean the world to her. She’s determined to make this necklace perfect for him. 

She glances up at the sound of ikrans landing, and her family is there. She hides the necklace quickly, and lifts herself up. She uses her crutches to step outside of the tent, a questioning look on her face.

“What’s going on?” She asks, and meets Lo’ak’s eyes. The boys gaze drifts to the ground and her brows furrow.

“All of you, go. I need to speak with your mother.” Jake demands and no one protests. The group of them go around the tent, and instead of giving them space, they eavesdrop on the conversation. The adults manage to get a few private words exchanged before the children listen in, “This thing. This Quaritch.” Y/n’s ears perk at the name. The villain of her parents’ stories. “Whatever he is- he walked right in here. He can walk right under Eywa’s nose.”

“This is our family! This is our home!” Neytiri defends.

“This is about our family! This is about our little ones.”

“I cannot. You cannot ask this.” Her mother steps past Jake. “I cannot leave my People. I will not.”

“He’s hunting us. He’s targeting our family.”

“You cannot ask this!” Neytiri snaps. “The children. Everything they’ve ever known. The forest. This is our home!” She yells, her voice urgent. 

“He had our children. He had ‘em under his knife!” There’s a moment of silence before Neytiri let’s out a shaky breath. 

“My father gave me this bow as he lay dying.” It wasn’t difficult for Y/n to know which bow she was speaking of. “And he said “Protect the People.” You’re Toruk Makto!”

“This will protect the People!” Jake yells.  “Quaritch has Spider.” Y/n gasps softly, looking at Kiri with sad eyes. “And that kid knows everything. He knows our whole operation, and he can lead them right in here.” The eldest kids share a look. “If the People harbor us, they will die. Do you understand?” They’re silent for a moment. “Look, I got nothing. I got no plan. But I can protect this family. That I can do.” Neytiri gasps softly, her face twisting in pain. “But I know one thing.” Her father whispers. “Wherever we go, this family is our fortress.”

Neytiri sighs, and embraces her mate tearily. Jake sighs softly, his heart heavy. Y/n glances between her siblings.

“You guys need to tell me what happened. Now.”

Y/n waits patiently on her ikran for the ceremony to end. She cannot walk well, so she doesn’t attempt to stand with her family as the new Olo’eyktan to “kill” her father. She keeps her bag close to her hip, her creations kept safely stored inside. She frowns as her family walks towards her, her mother cries silently. 

Not a word is spoken as they begin their journey to the islands. Y/n glances behind her at the forest for the last time, and she can’t help but feel as if she’s leaving behind a vital part of her. She’s leaving behind her birth parents. Their memories. She sighs and looks forward, holding tightly onto her necklace. 

A father protects. It’s what gives him meaning. One life ends. Another begins.

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