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onskepa · 10 months ago

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If your requests are still open could you do a Ri'nela x reader fic where the reader is an Avatar and they spar together? I love her character so much and I hope we see more of her in the future!

YAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!! My first ri'nela fic!! Thank you so much for requesting her sweetie! You are the best! Alright, hope everyone enjoys this fic!

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Litx

The doors opened for Nesim to enter. Along with her, Ri’nela and so’lek enter, leading Nesim to the conference room. During the walk, ri’nela introduces everyone to the Olo’eykte and give her space. But among the allies in the base, one caught Nesim’s attention.

Further in the back was a dream walker. Litx.

“Does my eye deceive me? Litx!” Nesim calls out to the dreamwalker. And the person in question turned away from their tablet and smiled happily. Nesim and litx meet in the middle of the room, hugging and laughing in joyous manner.

“What is this? These….awful things you called clothes. What Happened to the top my sister made for you? And your necklace? Gone! Where is the Zeswa warrior I trained? Hm?” Nesim wouldn't stop her questions. So’lek didn't looked surprised but ri’nela sure was.

“You were a zeswa?” Ri’nela asked. Litx can only chuckle.

“It is a long story…”

What felt like hours had passed, and Nesim shared some embarrassing stories to the resistance. Like a proud mother giving no privacy to her child. Everyone laughed but ri’nela didnt. Everything that she knew of nerdy litx was nothing compared to what Nesim was telling.

“You make litx sound like a mighter warrior” Nor tells.

Nesim cackles at that, “because she is! Now if only the young ones can follow her example, my clan wouldnt worry as much! But yes, litx, despite being a dreamwalker as you call them. Litx has proven herself among the Zeswa, and I am proud to call her as such”.

“Nesim…” Litx whispers, feeling the heat of embarrassment reach her face.

So’lek noticed how much time was being wasted, so he turns to Nor and takes him to further his training. But before they fully leave, he turns to ri’nela. “At some point ri’nela, you will have to train too. Supplying and assisting won't help you survive in a fight” he tells her. Ri’nela looks down at her tablet, clinging on to it.

“Ri’nela is too nice to fight” Nor tells so’lek. Alma was quick to correct nor, but it didn't comfort ri’nela. So’lek dragged nor out to train. Leaving the ladies alone.

“He is right, you know, we are at war with those humans. Everyone has to learn how to fight, even you, young sarentu” Nesim tells calmly. Ri’nela only nods. Out of those she grew up with, ri’nela felt better working behind the scenes. Being silent yet still trying to make a big impact on the world. Just by living is a big change already. Fighting isn't something she can imagine herself doing.

“Perhaps you can teach me…?” ri’nela asks to nesim. The na’vi in question releases a loud cackle. “Why not join so’lek? He is a good warrior too. You have seen it first hand” the Olo’eykte replies. Ri’nela only shakes her head, “he can be very intimidating, scary even”.

The women chuckle in agreement. Yes, there is no doubt about that.

“I cannot. I must return to my clan, your sarentu fellow must have arrived in the great planes. My people need me and there is much to prepare and protect” Nesim replies with a slight guilt in her voice. Ri’nela catched it but it also made her sad. However, Nesim smirks as she turns to Litx, already thinking ahead.

“I cannot help you, however Litx can” Nesim says.

“She can?”

“I can?”

“Yes, you can skxawng” Nesim hisses as she hits litx at the back of her head, earning a hiss.

“Like I said before, I personally trained litx myself. Showed her everything I ever knew. If litx trains you, it would be like me training you ri’nela. Trust me, litx is a fine warrior who is sadly wasting her skills away” Nesim tells as she playfully tugs ltix’s ear.

“I am not wasting my skills away, I am just needed here more than out there” litx resplies.

“But can you litx…? Can you train me?” Ri’nela asks again, this time with some new hope. Litx scratched the back of her head, hissing slightly.

“Yes she will,” Nesim replies for her. Litx was surprised but tried to protest, her attempts fell short. “No, so’lek is correct. Young ri’nela needs training and I need to go back to my clan. You are the only other option the resistance has. So get your tail moving” Nesim warns.

Sighing in defeat, litx finally complies. And ri’nela smiles in glee.

“Hello my pretties” litx says in awe. Opening her massive storage, she brings out many spears. Some looked nearly identical to the spear nesim brought. Ri’nela was in awe as litx takes them out, handing a few for ri’nela to hold.

“Come, let's go to the open grass field, it's wide enough and hardly any animals go there so you won't hurt anyone or anything” Litx suggests. Nodding ri’nela follows close, already feeling excited and nervous. The field wasnt that far so they made is in a few minutes of walking.

“Alright ri’nela, what form of combat do you know? Defense or attack?” litx asks in wanting to know what specifics the young sarentu knows.

Giving a moment of thought ri’nela responds, “I know how to shoot guns and run really fast. How to use large war machines and fight with blades but that is about it”.

Litx slightly frowns at that. The sarentu ancestors would be angry and rolling in anguish if they heard ri’nela say of her experiences with human machines and practices. That won't do.

“Well ri’nela, the way you were taught is the way of the humans. While useful yes, but you are na’vi, so you will learn to fight like one” Litx promises. While encouraging, ri’nela felt some doubt. Litx was quick to catch that. “Your people, the sarentu, were peaceful. Mighty they were, but fighting is an art I am not really familiar with. So like nesim taught me, I will show you the zeswa way. So, think fast!”

Learning the basics wasn't easy, and training was more difficult. Ri’nela moved too much like a human, Thinking like a human, everything that the young sarentu did was too human. And was something litx had to fix.

“*sighs* ri’nela you could have dodged it easily” litx sighs. Ri’nela groans in frustration, throwing the spear to the ground. “You make it look easy, litx. The spears are heavy and comfortable. Rough and not easy to grab on to. Much less throwing them. I d-”

Ri’nela was silenced by the sudden burst of laughter from litx. Tilting her head in confusion, she just observes the avatar letting out a good laugh. “Oh ri’nela, you truly have a long way to go” litx says. Standing up straight and clearing her voice, the dreamwalker tilts her head to a spot to sit on. Taking a break.

Ri’nela does so, sitting next to litx taking in the calm view of pandora. There was an odd amount of silence, so she decided to break it by asking a question.

“Why did nesim teach you?” ri’nela asks.

Litx took a moment to respond, “simple really. I wanted to learn”. A small smile stretched her lips, remembering the past.

“Learn what?” ri’nela presses on.

“What is not important. What is important is to get you to learn”

“I am trying but-” litx cut her off.

“But this, but that. Ri’nela that is your problem, you are thinking human. You are not human, you are na’vi. How you fight is human, how you move is human. So, stop being human. That is not who you are. Fight, move, talk like a na’vi”

Ri’nela repeats litxs words but looks down in doubt. “I don't even know if I can”

Litx gets up, dusting off her clothes and offers her hand to ri’nela. “Well it is about time that you do”

“Again! With your tail this time, you have a tail so use it!” litx instructs as she spars with ri’nela. The spears were pushed aside from hunting blades instead. Small steps at a time. Ri’nela was trying to balance her movements but kept forgetting to use her tail for proper body balance. Swaying too much on either side always makes her trip without meaning to. Or gripping her knife too loosely. But ri’nela was determined.

“Don't be scared to hurt me. Don't let fear cover your vision. If you hurt me then that is good. A warrior must never fear” Litx continues more. Their hunting blades crash against each other, at times when they clash sparks will fly. Each swing, punch, or a near stab, ri’nela was getting the hang of it. Trying to be familiar with her body in the form of combat.

Ri’nela was pushing litx back, close to a small body of water, while litx was quick in dodging her attacks, she was blind of what wash happening. And ri’nela used that opportunity. Seeing an opening, the sarentu quickly used her tail from under, and wrapping it around litx’s ankle catching her off guard. Using her left feet, ri’nela swept litx off the ground while being quick to release her tail.

Litx fell into the small pond, being surprised by the sudden move. But she wasn't mad, in fact she was proud.

“See? I did use my tail” ri’nela says confidently. Chuckling in amusement, ltix gets up.

“Indeed, well done ri’nela” litx praises. Ri’nela blushes at her words, its not often she hears positive words towards her. It feels nice to be complemented. “Can we continue..? I think I would like to practice more” she says.

Litx smiles and guids ri’nela back to her other weapons. “Good, because we are not stopping now. You got the hang of your blade, now for the real things. We will be using the spears, and hopefully soon ri’nela. You will fight like a true na’vi that you are”.

Ri’nela looks forward to what litx has to show.

Maybe she will rub it in Nor's face later.

Aaaaaaaand that is all for this one! I really enjoyed it since I did my hardest to describe the actions even though I suck at it XD

So until next time! See ya!

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Litx = (blade) sharp

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dilfsyndrome · 7 months ago

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Hidden Weakness

⚠︎︎ Afop Spoilers ⚠︎︎

Saving this quest for last since I got a lot more to do and since it is like the final quest till next update then I’m saving it for last.

(Alma just standing there)

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pandorafallz · 2 months ago

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Ashes in her wake | C3

Kìoetey sat quietly, staring into the dark corner of the cave but she felt… troubled and conflicted. Her heart ached for the pain and the loss but the new string of betrayal felt bigger and lingered in her chest as she churned the revelation over in her mind again and again.

Cortez had told Mercer where to find them. She had been there and seen the horrors… and then became passive in their lives rather than fighting for them in any capacity in TAP. Lied to them and pretended otherwise.

It made her angry but even now, that anger was hollow from the pain. The real anger had yet to rise but for now, she needed to comprehend her new reality. She was glad for one that Cortez wasn’t here and... she could sense So’lek hovering close. Hovering which was unlike him.

“You can come in.” She said, her voice quiet but carried with a soft echo.

“I have brought you food,�� So’lek said, crouching down beside her and handing over a wrap; hot and freshly made but she had no appetite.

She left it on her thigh for now. “How’s Ri’nela?”

“Angry, which is to be expected.” So’lek answered, “You, Sarentu?”

“Hurt… betrayed… I’m not ready for anger just yet.” She admitted. “I… I understand she may not have known that they were going to kill my people… and that she had literally no power to stop them but the rest? The lies, the passivity of the abuse we were raised in, the sixteen years of not checking in on us and the pretending that she was innocent of all that…”

“That is not an easy quandary but you can still ask Alma when she returns to the base with these wonders. Anufi will not let her leave until she is certain her spirit will not detach from the Dreamwalker. Walking through her mind may keep her another day.” So’lek reasoned.

Kìoetey nodded once. She understood that. Anufi still had to care for her regardless; she was still hurt and healing. It was wise to keep her away from the resistance; little distraction and peace and quiet, plus, they had the space from her too which was an added bonus. She wasn’t sure what to feel or what she might do if she saw her again so soon.

“Gossip had spread through the resistance now, which you’ll be more aware of. Most, if not everyone is now aware of Alma’s actions in regards to your clan and the lies she has told since. They are unhappy.”

“I’m not surprised.” But for now, irrelevant. “Any news from Priya?”

“Not yet but she and her team are working hard swimming through the data, she has assured me she’ll get some answers within the hour,” So’lek assured. “But either way, I’ve asked the clan to prepare for the worst and to be ready. For battle, it is likely. Mercer’s base in the Kinglor forest has changed and grown and I suspect will be relevant. We have scouts from the clans checking the area around for weak points but I warned them against being seen by ground and anti-air turrets. I haven’t heard back from them yet.”

Kìoetey cocked her head interestedly. “That’s good.”

“Indeed. You may be called into action.” The note of concern laced the undertone of the statement

“I’ll be okay to do that. My… the Cortez situation, I can put on the back-burner for now and focus on the now.”

“Then eat, you will need your strength.” He nodded down to the wrap.

Kìoetey eyed it for a moment before she nodded softy. “Thank you, So’lek.”

He just nodded, offering a soft, but dutiful nod back before he took his leave.

Things did not get easier when the news of Mercer’s plan came to light, pulling most of the leaders to the Resistance base to discuss the Endgame. The holotable was crowded by the clan leaders, Ri’nela, Priya and So’lek by the time Kìoetey joined them.

“Mercer’s next Excavation will destroy much of this land.” Ri’nela started and was dutiful blunt on the matter.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Nesim started, eyeing the holo-image with disdain at the image of the land, the simulation of the possibility on a loop for all to see. “Thunder through their gates and drag the little man from his hiding place.”

“Mercer’s base is impenetrable,” Ri’nela stated, almost tired of the fact but there was little hiding the truth. The holo pulled down to show off Mercer’s base,

“Out Ikran can bring death from above.” Ka’nat offered.

“You see these turrets,” So’lek said, the image flicking to the pylons of turrets that stood around, “You’ll be cut out of the sky.”

“Are you saying that not even a storm of Zeswa could strike a worthy blow?” Minang questioned.

“Not head-on,” Ri’nela stated. “We need to sneak through the blind spots but we need more data to find those. We lost a lot of data in the bombing but… we found more balloons in all the clan’s territories. We know the RDA’s been scanning the surface of Pandora but now we know why. We just need access to the data to get a full picture of the underground that we can use to sneak in. Should be easy to do given they��re not encrypted—secured against us.”

“What do you need from us?” Anufi asked. “We have scouts in the area.”

“Alex has created many of the same devices Kìoetey has been using to sabotage and collect data from the balloons. SID. You need to do the same to give us all the data to best strike Mercer’s Base. There’s enough for at least one for each clan, we need to teach you how to use it but it would be easier to target the balloons all at once so they cannot protect the others or pull data out to other areas to protect it. Once the data is collected and the balloons are down, the RDA will be blind and we’ll be able to see any viable cave systems to enter the base.”

“Some of them have added protection, like metal caps over Balloon controls, they’ll need to be destroyed,” Priya spoke up, adding the new image of the balloons. “They bing information to each other first so destroy all but one; the destroyed ones will send data to the remaining one which you’ll hack. If you destroy all of them, the data gets sent to the base they’re controlled by. Using SID, you can upload the data directly to Alex to save. Now, there are five in the Kinglor forest that will need to be targeted. I will add that they’ve been trying to combat aerial attacks since you took down those three to bring back the Kinglor flowers. Almost all will have two to three ships guarding them.”

Ka’nat and Etuwa looked at each other. “They will not be a problem for us.”

“There are seven in the upper plains, two shut down altogether but three balloons are grounded in the upper plains due to Stormgliders and will have more ground protection. AMP suits with explosives will be your main concern.”

Nesim scoffed, “No problem.”

“There are three in the clouded forest. Now, the RDA facility that controls the balloons can also interfere with data gathering so we should target that last. Close to Eywa’s Regards in the south of the Clouded forest as well.” Priya said. “Once they realise the balloons are going down, they won’t be too concerned because they just assume you’re destroying them without any context but if they know you’re accessing the data then they’ll try and manually shut them down from there to prevent data loss; like a failsafe system so getting to the base last means no drawing attention to the attacks too early. Even if the data is taken back, it would be at the base.”

“I can target the RDA facility,” Kìoetey said, “I can sneak in without drawing attention that I’m there at all. I could prevent them even from trying to shut down the balloons before you’ve got all the data.”

Ri’nela considered her words and then nodded. “That’s a good idea. Even if the balloons become useless, they should still be destroyed as a precaution. Each of them carries flammable fuel which can destroy it but also anything underneath. They can be pulled away if need be then destroyed but the RDA may use them as bombs to areas of care.”

Kìoetey eyed the data then the balloons… “Wait, you said unsecured. Is it possible to shut down Mercer’s drill from here by using the balloons?”

Ri’nela’s eyes turned down to Priya. An already discussed possibility.

“That… is another possibility but it’s a much more direct and visible connection; they’d see us trying to do that and shut that connection down. We’ll lose access to all the balloons by going straight for the drill and all the ground data we need to survey the ground. They may be expecting us to go for that. It feels like bait.” Priya spoke. “Shutting the drill down is one thing, but the RDA are smart. They have a lot better equipment than we do; they’ll find a workaround quickly even if we try to shut it down because they have access to the hardware directly. The battle has to go to them to ensure they no longer have this.” She gestured to the hologram of the payload.

“What are our other options?” Anufi asked, “We must consider failure and how we survive in that. What are the damages we may face?”

“Judging from the… simulation damages, the size of the payload… the region will become unliveable within a week of the detonation, excluding the initial detonation that’ll cause fractions on the plates. What will follow are continuous quakes, gas leaks, and oil spillages. Anyone living coastal might be faced with a tsunami. The Upper plains have a lot more strength to them and would sustain the least damage but not long term. The Clouded Forest, with the rise of leaking gas, I suspect the yavä will grow and descend south once the gas lightens its density to flow again.” Ri’nela said, “The payload will fracture the Kinglor forest the most and most immediately. From what we have here from stolen RDA data from before, there are pockets of lava, liquid rock that will rise to the surface and introduce toxic air into the atmosphere and heat up the forest and may even burn it down. One such place is near your Hometree, Ka’nat. You’d all have to consider moving away North or West of here.”

The unease wasn’t missed as Priya brought up the image of the Aranahe Hometree and its underground scans; the orange of a lava tube and chamber that would be filled with the pressures if it blew.

“Nesim, would you permit the movement of some of my people to The Circle?” Ka’nat asked, despite his pride in knowing where the line was; the lives mattered more to ask for aid in the real possibility of such a loss. The Aranahe would be wiped out within the day if they lost. “Our willing elders and young? Everyone else will fight.”

“Yes.” Nesim agreed, “The Zeswa will be a shield for all of Eywa’s children, regardless of their clan. The Zakru will migrate away from danger when they sense it. They’ll lead us to safety if they have to.”

With the knowledge of what could happen, it renewed a strength within the leaders to see the mission done and Kìoetey didn’t intend to fail.

Alma woke to Okul putting down fresh food. Her stomach growling with hunger and her side burned and she could see it was still… so dark still. Not Earth-dark for nights but… it had to be early. Unusually early and she didn’t have to be out to feel a… weird atmosphere outside. Hushed voices mostly, and soft humming. A lot of people were awake.

“<What’s… going on?>” She groggily asked, groaning. Her hand coming to rub her face “<You’re…up early.>”

“<Much has happened, Anufi and the warriors have gone to strike the Sky people’s base with the rest of the clans to end them for good>,” Okul said, their eyes wide and anxious. “<I’ve been told to stay behind and to care for the people until Anufi arrives with good news.>”

Alma sat up, her heart once again pounding with the news, her gut churning uncomfortable which was only part of her discomfort. Her guilt remained like a rope around her heart still and her shame had set up in her gut which had been a constant companion since the two Sarentu had left yesterday. Her mind felt a little foggy but… this news brought a new sharpness. Settling her fears onto something. This was no small thing to wake up to either.

“<If she doesn’t?>”

“<Failure will… be obvious if the ground cracks and spews dark sludge. If such a thing occurs, we’re to head to the Upper Plains.>” Okul said, “<They chose the night to attack as sky people are less effective in the dark and tired. If all goes well, they should be back soon.>”

It didn’t ease her fears. Everything… everything hinged on this battle. One she knew little of. It felt so foreign to not have the connections with her people; to know and to help and… she knew which her healing, it was unlikely she’d be allowed out to help but the intent alone should have carried weight.

Perhaps her absence was purposeful, Alma considered. News of… her actions and their past may have provided too much of a distraction. The Sarentu certainly didn’t need that at such a dire time. Still, she should have been there. If all went well, she’d be able to leave today anyway.

Okul pushed her to eat again and so she complied despite the discomfort and it barely made her feel any better. Even as Okul got her into light weaving to put her thread to use on a loom but even then, they too looked to be very distracted as they settled to sorting and filling pots of herbs and making what looked like healing salves and muttering softly to themselves.

It took forever until Alma felt a very soft jolt. Subtle and easily unnoticed, but the soft ripple across Okul’s drink was obvious. Her heart thudded faster as Okul hurried from the room but there was no call to follow. Minutes trickled endlessly but no shout to start packing up or signs of distress from the clan members outside.

There was nothing.

Alma packed her loom up, securing her threads and anxiously spun what was left into a ball which burned a little time before she ventured a walk out and sat on the steps out of the way; she wasn’t the only one, many young parents with babies and children sat waiting, some doing stuff, others simply waited.

It was twenty or so minutes before anyone came.

Her breath released sharply in relief as Anufi came with a smile, behind her were the warriors, some injured, some carrying their dead but there was victory in their step. The dead were taken to the Circle of Ancestors and the injured were led inside. Okul hurried to help tend to them after a word with Anufi.

Alma waited for a while as the hustle and bustle dampened down as the clan both celebrated and mourned so she took her chance to approach Anufi.

“<How did it go?>” She asked carefully.

The Tsahìk’s head turned to her, her gaze very steady. “<We defeated the sky people in a unified fight of the clans. We all suffered some losses but we have risen stronger for it. Now there will be a time of mourning for those lost in battle before the celebration of our victory.>”

“<Does that mean I am allowed to return to the Resistance?>” Alma asked.

Anufi examined her intently, her flash hand coming to hover close to her head in careful consideration before her jaw loosened up. “<You feel more settled. With the connection to Eywa yesterday, I feared it may pull your spirit free. I’m glad to see that was not the case. You may go.>”

That relief was like chugging hot cocoa on a cold day, seeding warm in her gut before she realised one small detail; she had no radio on her to call Anqa to pick her up. Fuck. Walking back… that wasn’t going to be pleasant but she’d be home at the very least.

“<I’ll have a hunter escort you back. You’ll be easy prey without a weapon>” Anufi decided, nodding to Heykinak who nodded, a little dismayed but clearly respected Anufi’s request.

Alma spared the hunter a glance and then nodded. “<Thank you.>”

Her side was burning softly, her lungs heaving a little at the pace set but the sight of the resistance base was an immense relief after the long walk. It felt like it took over an hour with her pace; her side hindered her speed and she didn’t dare push herself more than that to make her side worse. The muscle around the bone felt hot and throbbed with sharp pains every breath.

Heykinak had been necessary; scaring away a few creatures that were in their path and she graciously waited until they were close enough to the base to consider it safe for her to walk the rest before she took her leave with a nod. Alma nodded back her thanks and paused to watch her disappear into the foliage before she took a steadying breath up towards the cave entry.

Her heart seemed to sing the closer she got, anxiety fuelling into her veins. The first time back since… her stabbing. That itself wasn’t the centre of her discomfort but… some gossip had probably spread and… the Sarentu were all in there. Guilt tightened itself around her heart.

But this was where she belonged still.

She had to be there for them when they wanted to speak to her. She could still be useful. She… had a lot to make up for. She could do that.

Her eyes scanned around, her bare feet felt weird on the cold metal as she went, reminding her how used she got to walking barefoot this last week, and she could see how much the base had grown in her absence. Areas had been built up, like the weapons storage and crafting stations. A small Na’vi communal area had been created around a pool of fresh water and… even a small totem had been put up onto a large stone pillar.

So’lek was there, seated behind the bowl of fire and gently crafting what looked like a bowstring from some sort of cord or animal gut. She couldn’t tell this far away but let her gaze carry on. A few Na’vi were around, still assisting with decorating and making what looked like mats to cover the floor with. There were humans around and busy with also moving stuff about; some looked a little banged up; bandaged and clearly feeling the victory. One or two were curled up asleep, masked and all. It looked like she wasn’t recognised either by them, which was an odd feeling.

Her gaze returned to So’lek as she felt his gaze, his eyes narrowing before he set his tools down and made his way towards her. Her body tensed up a little before he stopped at a respectful distance, his hands open and in sight.

“You’re back. I wasn’t expecting you to return so soon. Let alone today.” He stated, his eyes dropping down to her side briefly then returned up to her face.

Alma tilted her head softly. “Anufi returned back to the Hollows. I asked, and she agreed. I hoped Anqa would have picked me up but no one left me a radio.” She said but allowed a deep sigh to leave her more casually. “I learned of the battle this morning. Did we lose anyone? Is everyone okay?”

“A few lives were lost but everyone is now being attended to and healing. The Sarentu are also here. Teylan has returned.”

Alma’s eyes widened, her heart leaping. “Teylan?” He was back? They had found him?

“Yes, He is with the other two.” So’lek bobbed his head softly and gestured towards the airlock. “But, he’s been since informed of your…history.” The disapproval hung in the undertone of his voice. His eyes simmered with a low level of anger but he looked to be pushing past that.

She ducked her head, her graze dropping in shame. “Look, So’lek. I’m sorry that… I didn’t mention anything-”

“No.” So’lek shook his head, his hand raised up sharply to cut her off. “I am not the person you should apologise first to. We can address my displeasure later. There is a lot to discuss now that you’re back.”

Alma’s shoulder’s sunk but she nodded weakly. “Okay.”

“Be careful with them. Do not expect them to forgive you. Last night has been hard for them and they will be tired. Mentally, physically and emotionally. Do not push them to talk to you if they’re not willing to. Do not force your presence around them either.”

“I understand.”

“Do you?” So’lek cocked his brow at her and then shook his head at her. “Do not apologise to elevate your guilt or shame. Nothing will mean anything when it’s not for them. What you want is irrelevant to their needs. Any difference you have to make is not to cater to yourself. They matter more and if they choose not to accept your apologies, you must live with that. This is a long road for you but one you must walk. You will get no pity, even from your human death.”

Alma nodded once, staring down at the floor, her ears drooping sadly as her throat thickened at his lecture. “Okay.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Go to Nalin and ice your ribs first. No need to overexert yourself. Pain and suffering is no penance and carries no weight to be used.” He added then returned back to his bow-string swiftly.

Alma hovered for a moment then let out a shallow breath and headed into the airlock.

Inside, it was another story. A lot more people, some didn’t glance but a few did recognise her after a second before their eyes widened then narrowed and shuffled off quickly away from her. Her gut twisted again but made her way towards the medical bay.

Her eyes found the back of Ri’nela talking to Nalin but a short purple-haired figure stepped in her way with a gasp.

“Cortez?” Priya’s head titled. “You’re in Na’vi clothes? I almost didn’t recognise you?”

Ri’nela’s posture stiffed up considerably as her voice reached her, turning swiftly before her eyes narrowed at her angrily. Alma swallowed her fear, glad to keep a cool expression masked on as she side-stepped Priya and hesitantly made her way towards Nalin.

Her mouth felt dry and scratchy, and she felt a little too light-headed but kept her focus to the doctor who was staring up at her wide-eyed and also very pale. “D-Do you have any ice?” She asked.

Nalin stared for a moment then nodded. “Yes… one second.” She caught up with herself quickly and walked off toward one of the freezer cabinets.

Alma’s attention turned to Ri’nela who was still staring angrily. “I’m sorry.” She started first. “I—I have a lot to apologise for. I lied to you and… withheld the truth and I shouldn’t have.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.” Ri’nela agreed tightly, her hands clenching. “We deserved to know. You led Mercer to us. Watched our clan get slaughtered and then did nothing to actually protect us in TAP.”

Alma flinched at her words. “I… I wanted to. But Mercer had very strict rules for me as well. If I had shown too much favor, they would have removed me from the program for good. I paid the price once when I wasn’t careful enough.” She knew the three didn’t see it, or remember much given how much of a jumble their last few days of the TAP program were before they evacuated and she put them into cryo. They woke up to her looking the same age as her previous avatar had been before its death. She never told anyone that either. “I am sorry that I put you into cryo but… there was no way I could have gotten anyone out. You would have died that day if I tried. I got out because they had no idea I turned on them. I blended in enough…. but I thought I had the time to let the dust settle before I’d retrieve you but then Mercer destroyed the building and I thought…..”

“You didn’t try to find out,” Ri’nela stated.

Nalin didn’t interrupt as she pressed the ice pack onto her side, guiding her hand to hold it in place for her.

Alma couldn’t find the words to speak. She had considered the notion back then… but that meant telling people about TAP before she was ready to find a way to explain it without incriminating herself. She knew Jake would have sent her home if he knew so… she had buried the notion quickly. Plus, she had just met Anqa and Alex, getting to know new people… she didn’t want to compromise her budding friendships with that truth. Selfish, she knew but… it was so early days back then.

“One of my many mistakes,” Alma responded faintly.

Ri’nela scoffed lightly. “That’s putting it far too lightly, Cortez.”

“Ri’nela…” but the Sarentu was already walking away.

“No.” Nalin��s voice was sharp, tugging on her tail as she made to step to follow.

“Nalin…” Alma pulled her tail free.

“Sit down. Let me look at your side; I want to see how far it’s healed.” She said, her voice oddly sharp for someone who spoke with kindness. “Doctor’s orders.”

Alma complied but her eyes remained following after Ri’nela with a new weight to her chest.

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torukmaktoskxawng · 10 months ago

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Hello do you think that they should have added romance to frontiers of pandora because while I do love me some nor and so’lek I gotta say the one I wish I could romance most is rineala(definitely spelt that wrong)

I really want to see a fanfic with an avatar male and rineala

Anyway I just wanted to vent have a good day or night or afternoon also cannot wait to see more on the development of the relaxation ship with Ronal and tonowari and Makayla

I WOULD HAVE ROMANCED RI'NELA SO FAST

I'd probably 100% try So'lek first if they had put romance in the game, mainly because he's like the Astarion of Pandora since most people would choose him to romance first (love me a broken man)

But my next choices for my future gameplays would definitely be Ri'nela, then Minang, Etuwa (and lowkey her dad, hi Ka'nat), Eetu, Nefika, and last but not least, Nor. So, um... I guess almost every important Na'vi you meet lol (not Teylan, he is baby)

This actually came to mind the other day when a cutscene happened in game: (Spoilers below)

So Nesim arrives at Resistance HQ and So'lek encourages Ri'nela to speak her mind and places his fingers over her heart.

I was struggling to find out who I was jealous of: So'lek or Ri'nela XD

Also, Nesim and So'lek gotta have some history I just love their dynamic. I don't think it's romantic but I just loved their interaction.

Back to Ri'nela, I was telling my friend that she should be tsahik of the Sarentu, and my phone must've been listening again because last night I saw an edit about her that basically spoiled the ending for me so I'm happy that I called it! She's so stunning!

Welp, I guess I ranted a bit too so sorry about that XD

If you find any fics about Ri'nela, please send me links! In the meantime, I'll try to cook something up for her soon <3

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bluealienobsesser · 4 months ago

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I love the zeswa but I wish they kept their purplish color

#avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #frontiers of pandora #afop #na'vi #zeswa clan #zeswa #nesim #minang

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thetombedspirit · 3 months ago

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So... you know those critics that said that AFOP was basically a reskinned Far Cry?

And... you know the Severed Bonds side quests?

I PRESENT TO YOU AN AU!: Tethered Bonds AU! Where Hajir was able to save a baby Viperwolf and a baby Pululukan before ditching the RDA and joining the Resistance and they just hang around the area, providing protection while receiving love and affection! And eventually, we get side quests to where we would aquire them as buddies, like Boomer and Peaches from Far Cry 5 or the Beast Master quests from Far Cry Primal!

Here's my take on how said quests would go.

After getting more situated to the Resistance and heading out to the campfire with the other Sarentu, there would be a cutscene where a Viperwolf is just... sitting there as the doors open, panting like a dog and looking up at you calmly. Hajir rushes out and placate the whole situation, claiming that 'Apollo' is friendly. He then briefly explains that he saved him and Artemis when he defected from the RDA and that Apollo is fine once he gets to know you, however Artemis only let's So'lek approach. You assume Artemis is also a Viperwolf and move on.

Then, during one of the Severed Bonds quests, namely the one where you confront the main feral Thanators, is where Hajir suggests taking Apollo with you for extra security. You get a mini-quest where you feed him and suddenly he's your buddy!

Now Apollo brings his own sets of skills to the table: like Boomer in FC5, he can tag nearby enemies and can stealth kill any non-AMP enemies unless they in clustered groups.

And then there's Artemis.

After the Resistance move to the Clouded Forest, Alex tells you that Artemis initially took off in the chaos and has been spotted in the Clouded Forest, but is being hunted by the RDA. That's when they reveal that Artemis is not a Viperwolf, but a Pululukan, a Thanator!

And you are given the quest to go and find her. You go and kill all the RDA in the area, and then track and soothe Artemis, even forming a bond with her. So now, you have a Thanator as a buddy!

Artemis would be a mixture of Peaches the Puma and Cheeseburger the Bear from FC5 and the Sabretooth Tiger from FCP. Her skills include being unseen by enemies while in stealth, taking attention off MC during combat, and is very capable of taking out AMP suits! She can even be a mount for MC while on the ground! Making for a very formidable duo.

And why stop there! Start adding Na'vi to your buddy roster!

So'lek is an obvious choice, with his skillset in stealth and human armaments, he'd be a valuable addition.

And you can Etuwa and her Ikran as an aireal assault ally, taking enemies out from the sky like Nick Rye.

And to represent the Zeswa, non other then their Olo'eykte, Nesim, with her sharpshooting with a spear and fierce temper.

And for the Kame'tire, I have been thinking Sa'ney, the hunter who wanted to give a peaceful death to the feral Thanator that nearly killed her. Her drive and skill against the RDA will be invaluable.

And finally, Anqa should be part of the buddies too. With her Sampson and her experience, she'd be great aereal support as well.

I kinda went off on this, but I like it and I could see this being a part of the game.

I hope to hear your opinions💙

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neteyamssyulang · 7 months ago

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“No warrior in pandora can best our spears”

✦ Series ✦

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

✦ One-shots/Two-shots ✦

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

✦ Drabbles ✦

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

#neteyamssyulang #james cameron avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #nesim avatar #nesim x fem!sarentu reader #nesim x fem!human reader #nesim x fem!zeswa reader #nesim x oc #nesim smut

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xxxdizzy19 · 9 months ago

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#avatar frontiers of pandora #frontiers of pandora #avatar #na'vi #na'vi avatar #minang #nesim

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pandoraescape · 15 days ago

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Summary: Day 3: "Life & Death" | Traditions & Celebrations: Ri'nela's Journey in learning the ways of the Tsahìk and her lost Clan.

Archive of our own Version

Na'vi Words Used: Arrow Deer-Winzaw Note: (S/n) Mean Sarentu neame, your choose.

The Kinglor flutters within Hometree, their tiny bodies looming over the people as they work for the day.

Many would smile as their fuzzy bodies would land on them as they do. Rest or attempt to eat their food with long purple tongues, which always tickle when they touch the skin, especially for the children that giggle. Though loved, the number of Kinglor that came to live within Hometree since the return of the Sky People became great. Their home straining from the constant care of them strained strength from their tree. When all hope to find a way to restore balance seemed lost, a traveling Na'vi came, a Sarentu. A clan that died long ago came and freed the skies from the Sky People's devices, allowing the Kinglor Flowers to open again and flourish on their own. The Aranahe, filled with renewed hope, made the heartwarming decision to rejoin the battle to rid Pandora of the menacing demons. As a gesture of appreciation, they invited the Sarentu children to visit Hometree. To stay and learn the ways of the people.

No other appreciated the invention than the becoming Tsahik of the Sarentu, Ri'nela.

At the top of Hometree, within the bounds of Kinglor's nest, Ri'nela and Etuwa sat together. The few Kinglor that stayed flying above them as the Aranahe's Tsahìk displayed many types of dyes in small bowls and cloths to Ri'nela. "In the Aranahe, we pride ourselves in the arts. No matter if it's weaving, cooking, or painting. We show who we are in the clan and what we have come to love in traditions," Etuwa held up one of the bowls, a dye made by Fortune's Fruit. The color was a calming purple, soft, and delicate. She gave the bowl to Ri'nela and then held up the cloth of kingly cocoon silk. The smooth texture was light and exuded a white elegance to the eye.

"It is the responsibility of the Tsahìk to ensure that we always remember what motivates our clan," she explains," in both skills and beliefs. That is why I always make sure my people respect the gathering of our dyes from the forest and guide them always to take care of the Kinglor. Our clan would not have a purpose, and our traditions would disappear."

Ri'nela stares at the items contemplating Etuwa's words. She understands that a tsahìk must embrace their traditions and what made them who they are in Pandora. Yet, how can she ensure the Sarentu's way when she doesn't know? Not old enough to remember, all memories fogged by TAP. Etuwa, seeing the young girl's frown, adds," Your sister is finding more of those Totems across the forest, correct?"

Ri'nela looked back at Etuwa, surprised that she knew about them. "Yes. She's been finding them while exploring. She sometimes brings back materials for me, Nor, and Teylan to use," Ri'nela said while she placed the bowl on her knee. Slowly tilting the bowl, she watches the dye swash around. (S/n) loves to bring back many materials to HQ, whether new types of wood for Jin, fresh fruits or herbs for Alex, or new clothing for her, Teylan, or Nor. She values to provide for her loved ones. A natural desire to explore the Great Mother came easily for her sister.

"Before, Nor was always the one going to the Totems. But, after a while, he stopped, saying he couldn't understand what our people wanted him to see."

Ri'nela looked back up at Etuwa, encouraged by the woman's kind smile to continue.

"I know it's not his fault," Ri'nela adds, "His patience was always scarce, and I know he could do it if he'd try again, like how easily (S/n) had when she went to them."

Etuwa's ears twitched at the sudden envy in Ri'nela's tone. Never had she shown emotion in her precious lessons. Placing the silk cloth down, she took a moment to carefully consider her following words. "So (S/n) found something within the Totems?"

"She says that she gets inspiration from them. She even made clothing designs that resemble our people so clearly."

Etuwa did remembered a conversation with Nefika, boasting about how delighted she was helping someone with new clothing designs that, in her words, were "Full of light than blandness." So she was talking about (S/n).

"And you? Did you feel anything?" Ri'nela's grimace deepens, her hands now clutching the dye bowl.

"I haven't."

"Why?"

Ri'nela places the bowl down, some of the dye spilling from a sudden place on the floor as she does so. She grips her hands together in nerves and dismay—a human trait she'd picked up from Alma.

"I fear I don't have the insight like hers. I sometimes wonder if she should be the one training to be Tsahìk than I; her way of finding our people comes so quickly to her," she admits. Shame curses her body for wanting to be jealous of her sister and feeling pitiful. Etuwa placed a hand on Ri'nela's shoulder, causing her to look at her. "She can indeed find your people's ways more quickly, but I can see the wisdom and guidance within you, Ri'nela," Etuwa then places a hand over her heart. "Becoming Tsahìk takes time. You've only just begun your journey. Soon, one day, you'll pave the way for your people. You need to take it one step at a time. "

Rinela gently placed her hand above Etuwa's, a warm smile spreading across her face as she found comfort in her teacher's words. Her first lesson was understanding her clan.

The people gathered around, dancing and laughing after the defeat at the Drill Base Omega. Many gather around the campfires, telling stories of the battle, some in their version and others what they saw. Ri'nela watched as she sat with the two sisters, Nesim and Minang.

"The Zeswa know how to throw a celebration."

Minang smiled as her sister chuckled, "We do. It's our way, especially today."

Ri'nela smiles as she takes a bite of the Cheesy Bake, a dish made with layers of creamy cheese sauce and a generous amount of Zakru cheese, baked to perfection. While eating, Minang asked a question. "I heard from your sister that you are taking lessons for your Tsakarem with Etuwa." Ri'nela glances at her, smiling, "Yes! She's been such help with my lessons in culture and traditions."

Ri'nela thinks about all the lessons she learned and all the talks she had with (S/n) about rebuilding old traditions she managed to learn bit by bit, some from stories, others from the Tarsyu communing with the memories of the ancestors.

"Sounds exciting. I personally didn't enjoy those lessons from our mother—too thickhead to hold still in one place," Nesim said, taking a bite of her food. Ri'nela's ears twitch, and she is surprised as she stares at the Olo'eyktan." You were having lessons in Tsakarem? I thought only the ones who become Tsahìk could have them," Ri'nela said, confused.

The two sisters look at the young girl with smirks," It's common for the Olo'eyktans to take lessons from Eywa. After all, it takes both a Tsahìk and Olo'eyktan to lead the people," Minang continues for her sister.

"An Olo'eyktan must wait to hear Eywa. A Tsahìk is always listening." A saying both our parents used to say," Nesim spoke, her voice holding the wisdom of her parents.

"I see," Ri'nela then places her plate down and asks, "May I ask another question if I'm not overstepping?"

"Of course," said Minanga.

"When leading people, how do you ensure that they listen?"

The two sisters looked at the girl with confusion. Ri'nela lowered her head, feeling slightly embarrassed for asking. She had been helping to lead the Resistance with the others for some time. Whenever she tried, she felt others questioning her, not in a rude way, never that. But she could sometimes see the doubt in their expressions towards her ideas and opinions. They never disagreed when Alma or So'lek took charge of decisions; everyone seemed to respect them, but never her.

"By listing, do you mean making them do what you say? Because that's not how we lead," Minang explains.

Ri'nela looks back at the two, who are wearing confused faces. "It's not? But, isn't the role of leaders that the people must follow?"

"True," Nesim points out," but we do not order our people to be silent and ignore their ideas. As leaders, we must think about our whole clan, people's voices, and concerns in our orders. We won't have harmony if we do what we believe is right without conversing with them. We will only have mistrust."

Ri'nela understands her words clearly, grasping their meaning," To lead, you must listen." The sisters nodded at Ri'nela, and their words reached the young Sarentu. Nesim then poured a cup of Kxan'epe and handed it to Ri'nela. "If you like, we can also teach you. It's better to learn more than one clan, right?" Ri'nela smiles brightly.

"Yes! I would be honored."

The Hollows are bustling with healers returning after defeating Drill Base Omega. Mercer's death has brought hope and a new chapter for the Sarentu children. They have learned the truth about what happened to their people and Alma. Nor has been gone for weeks. Teylan, (S/n), and Ri'nela still live with the Resistance but spend most of their time outdoors. Taylan and Ri'nela are in the Hollows; Taylan is getting to know the Kame'tire while her sister learns healing from the Tsahìk Anufi. She and Anufi sat at the Herbalist Circle, where they had different herbs and foods.

"Eywa always provides. That is the first lesson in Tsakarem that many will learn," she said as she picked up a bowl of animal fat, Winzaw. "From the creatures that roam the lands," she continued, picking up another bowl of Banquet Mushrooms cut into small pieces, "to the smallest of plants, Eywa has given the Na'vi countless means of healing us."

Anufi then places the bowls in front of Ri'nela's knees as she pulls more from her side. Ri'nela gazes at the bowls, her mind still clouded as she listens to Anufi. The old healer then notices her stillness; seeing the emotionless eyes, she adds. "However, not all wounds can be healed with remedies." Ri'nela ear's twitch. She looks to the healer with sudden confusion and interest as the healer continues to put the bowls out in front of them.

"I've learned during times of exile that the sorrows of the heart can significantly change a Na'vi, causing them to act completely differently than they normally would, and this can cause more hurt to themselves and others," Anufi said as she grabbed the young girl's hand, offering comfort. "A Tsahìk heals the body as well as the mind."

Ri'nela's breath starts to hitch; her breathing becomes uneven as tears stream from her eyes. All the pent-up emotions she felt, the death of her people, the cruelty she and her siblings face in TAP, Alma's Lies. All of the stress began to flow out of her body. Anufi moves to the girl's side, hugging her and allowing her head to be on her shoulder. After what seemed like hours, Ri'nela starts to speak, tears still rolling down. "I-I'm sorry, I can't stop, I'm so sorry!" Anufi hushes Ri'nela, stroking her arm as she continues crying.

"What kind of leader am I if I can't be strong enough for my people?"

"A leader who feels the same as her people shows that she feels what others think and knows how to mend those who are lost."

Anufi then helps the girl to look up at her, smiling as she wipes away the tears, "You carry a burden that you believe is your own. But by sharing it, you may learn more about healing than you think."

Anufi looked past her, causing Ri'nela to turn around and see the entrance. Teylan and (S/n) stood there, hiding behind the entrance frame with worried expressions as they looked at their sister. Before she could speak, both siblings quietly ran up to Ri'nela and hugged her, comforting their sister. Ri'nela's tears soon faded as she smiled at her siblings. She wrapped her arms around them as they continued hugging. After a few minutes, they all let go to look at each other. (S/n) spoke first.

"Ri'nela, I'm so sorry. I should have checked in more with you and the others. I have no excuse."

"Me too!" Teylan cried, "I Should have done that as well, but I was so focused on the Resistance and what I had done with Mercer…"

Taylan's ears are pressed tightly against his head, mirroring his overwhelming feelings of regret. The weight of sadness is palpable on his face as (S/n) reaches out to gently place a reassuring hand on his knee. In a show of solidarity, Ri'nela tenderly clasps her sibling's hands, her voice quivering but infused with unwavering determination as she strives to provide comfort and support.

"You both have nothing to apologize for; we all had responsibility. To the people we protect and the ones we lost." Rinela then evened her breath, her voice now clear as she said, "I thought that if I hid my feelings about TAP, the lies, Alma, then I could be the Tsahìk we needed. But I know now that if I help lead the new Sarentu, I need to talk with you about our pain, mend what was hurt, and finally heal." The two siblings smile at her.

"We would very much like that, Ri'nela."

"Always."

Anufi happily watches the children, knowing her healing lessons will guide Ri'nela to become a wonderful Tsahìk, even surpassing her.

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