#the rda's operation on pandora

[sayitan]

the young scout was silent as he moved through the wilds of pandora, ears pinned flat against his skull and his fingers curled tightly around the notched arrow upon his bow. neteyam watched the slow patrol of the rda's escort as they picked their way over the hacked remnants of what had once been a wellspring visited by many a creature until the rda's arrival. now it was a toxic cesspool, polluted by their machines and waste.

neteyam's upper lip curled back into a soundless snarl. the patrol was small, smaller than it should have been so far from the rda's base of operations. a single mobility unit, two infantrymen and a lone figure clad in earthen browns. it felt like a trap . . . a lure, and yet neteyam's fingers itched to take action. he straightened, pulling his arrow taught and took aim.

in that moment, the air shifted. a gentle caress of a warm breeze traced up the length of the young warrior's arm and neteyam hesitated. a split second of doubt was long enough as neteyam watched the infantrymen turn their weapons on their robed guest and neteyam let his arrow fly. it slammed into one of the armed soldiers with expert precision, slicing right through him and pinning the man to a far tree by the sheer force. // @sorehsu ♡'d for a starter .

[lortsyall]

Echoes of Eywa's Child.

chapter 1.

(Neteyam x Human!Reader series)

Pending....Pending....

Date: December 21st,2174.

Location: Office,Unit 4,Avatar Department,Human Outpost Biolab,Hallelujah Mountains,Pandora.

Time: 10:15 AM.

A long time has passed since I've known about this once alien planet. 4.4 light years away,a world full of life,like a lost paradise,sat idly in silence,away from the death and destruction that has scattered over Earth like a goddamn plague.

The ones before us saw the danger of it all,and yet they turned a blind eye,all because the climate change and the fractures in the atmosphere caused by the heightened levels of carbon dioxide wouldn’t affect them in the long run. They’d be dead anyway by the time it got too serious. So much for doing the right thing.

I wasn’t even born when they discovered Pandora,though until I actually got a grasp of reality and gained consciousness like everybody does at 5 years old,I’ve actually wondered if the so-called “Goldilocks Zone” existed somewhere else. If God smiled upon the universe and gave another planet the privilege of life.

Trust me,I have no idea how I even got here. So much time has passed since I’ve breathed in the polluted air of Earth,but I guess it’s for the benefit of all.

Guess we'll do it like they always do,huh?Start from the beginning of it all.

Pending...Pending...

Date: January 26th,2170

Location: Home,New York,USA, Earth.

Time: 12:43 PM.

Nobody ever thought that a girl like me would end up as the head leader of the Avatar Department,or an important person in the Resistance. And I gotta say,I never quite imagined myself becoming this. I dreamt of stages full of fans,as my fingers gave birth to heart-shattering riffs. Of poetry books released under my very own name,painting the pages with complicated feelings and sensations,all of a broken and imperfect human heart. Of having my own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame,making my country proud as a well known actress overseas. Though all those dreams were scattered away,like a feather in the wind,the moment I decided to do what any other scared yet artistically talented person who wants to make her parents proud does.

I got into STEM. Mechanical and Biological Engineering.

And between the sleepless nights of studying,drowning myself in math equations and lab reports,I got a one-way ticket to Pandora in my first year of college,from the one and only Parker Selfridge. Head administrator of the RDA’s operation in Pandora. I can still feel the anxiety lingering on my tongue. They never came with internships for first years,so what was he here for?

He came in to give out 5 internships at my college,yet he left with a new potential piece for this chess game. Me. All thanks to a question he asked that I knew the answer of. And to think I almost didn't say the answer because I thought everyone knew it,but as it turns out,only I did. I sat in the hallway with my friends,staring dumbfoundedly at the bussiness card he gave me.

Only back then,the RDA were treated as heroes,important people who made way for a better life. For an undead Earth. The propaganda was all enough to trick a little mind like mine,though it’s funny how I always thought I was a step ahead of everyone. Life on Earth as I remember it was,to say the least…grey.

The cities were gray. The people were gray. The sky was…well,grey. And between spending the rest of my life here,with my dreams crumbling before my very own eyes,and going out there to actually fight for a new home for humanity,you can guess why I chose the latter.

Nothing out of the ordinary was happening for me here anyway. Gorgeous girl,great personality,they all said,but nobody ever settled. Nobody ever stopped in their tracks to take in the pure and total beauty of the chaos that is me,so I never had a serious partner before. And…I guess I was also excited to see if the stories are true.

How an actual human betrayed his own race for a…Na’vi tribe princess?At least that’s how they put it,and I don’t even want to mention how embarrassing it was for the RDA to come back to Earth with their tails between their legs back in 2154. No unobtanium. No money. No Avatars. No nothing. I was three when that happened,and I remember playing with my cousins with our cardboard toys as our parents watched the TV in confusion and…disappointment,so you can guess why they made Jake Sully seem like an actual demon,and the death of a colonel was a pretty big deal,after all.

Thing is,the RDA only shows you the pearl in their hands,and not the mouth getting ready to swallow you whole. And now I know why they were so understaffed. That total failure after 2154 made people lose trust in the RDA over the years. But to me?

The decision came easily. I needed something new.

What didn’t,though,was the pure work I’d have to do in just 6 months. Learning the language of the natives,the Na’vi. Getting to understand the differences between our anatomy and theirs. The fauna and flora. The tribes. The ecosystems. And…of course,Eywa herself,though I learned that from Dr. Grace Augustine’s botany books,not from the RDA’s training program. I honestly don’t know what Selfridge saw in me,when I know I have friends better in college than me,but I better not question it too much.

I tried telling myself that as soon as I got in cryo,it wouldn’t be a goodbye,rather a…see you later. Looking back at it now,I think it was just wishful thinking. For now,I was me,the girl nobody ever really took seriously. Just another face in a sea of others. Next time I wake up,I’d have to work in an entire department with people twice my age.

Pending...Pending...

Date: July 31st,2174

Location: Pandora????

Time: ?????

The cryo-sleep thaw was a nightmare and a miracle all at once. My lungs burned as they dragged in air for the first time in four years, my throat raw and dry, every breath tasting metallic. My joints ached as if I’d aged a century.

“Subject revived.” the sterile voice of the AI announced, flat and emotionless. I tried sitting up, only to slump back down against the cryo pod’s restraints. My body wasn’t mine yet—not entirely.

“You’ll feel like shit for a while,” said a woman in a crisp lab coat, her voice muffled as she checked my vitals. “Side effects of long-term cryo. It’ll pass. Welcome to the ISV Valkyrie, and congrats on making it to Pandora.”

The word hung in the air, heavy and surreal. Pandora.

The next few hours were a blur of debriefings and medical checkups. My body eventually began to cooperate, but my mind lagged behind. I shuffled through endless corridors with other groggy personnel, each of us too stunned to speak. We were like ghosts wandering through a ship that pulsed with life—technicians barking orders, holograms buzzing with real-time scans of the moon’s surface, the low hum of engines preparing for atmospheric descent.

When the ship finally broke through Pandora’s atmosphere, I felt it in my chest. The vibrations reverberated through every bolt, every panel, and through me. The world outside the viewport was alive. The dense, green forests sprawled endlessly beneath the floating Hallelujah Mountains, their bases wreathed in ethereal clouds. The sky shifted from pink to blue in the blink of an eye, its colors alien yet breathtakingly familiar.

For a moment, the hum of engines and the chatter of voices faded away. It was just me and the sight of this strange, beautiful moon—a place that could have been paradise if we weren’t here to ruin it.

The ship landed with a jarring shudder, and the real work began.

Adjusting to life on Pandora was like learning to breathe all over again. Everything about this place demanded respect—the gravity was lighter, the air richer, and the biology... unfathomable. Days blurred into weeks as I threw myself into the work at the Avatar Department.

My mornings began with syncing sessions in the link pods, my mind slipping into my Avatar body like stepping into a cold pool. It wasn’t seamless—at first, every movement felt foreign. I stumbled through training exercises, my longer legs and stronger muscles betraying me at every turn. But slowly, the body became mine.

Afternoons were spent reading over files on Na’vi biology, studying their neural networks and learning their language. The words felt clumsy on my tongue, but I persisted. When I wasn’t in the lab or out on field assignments to observe Pandora’s ecosystems, I was immersed in RDA briefings.

That’s where I first heard his name again.

Jake Sully.

The briefings spoke of him like a ghost, a legend who had long since passed into myth. But here, his name was a warning.

“Resistance forces led by Sully attacked the rail line near Sector 7 again,” one of the military officers growled during lunch at the canteen. “Three shipments of amp suits lost. That bastard and his little insurgents are crippling our operations.”

The room buzzed with tension as reports of attacks piled up. Sabotaged trains, stolen supplies, and destroyed equipment—it was chaos. To the RDA, Sully wasn’t just a traitor. He was the personification of everything standing in the way of their plans.

But the more I learned, the more conflicted I felt. The propaganda painted him as a terrorist, a man who had betrayed his own kind for a primitive cause. But every whisper I caught from the scientists who had been here longer told a different story.

“Maybe Sully isn’t the villain they make him out to be,” I muttered to Dr. Ellison one evening as we worked late in the lab.

He glanced at me, his expression unreadable as he pointed towards a CCTV with his head,as if to say "Shut up. They're listening."

"That’s dangerous talk,you know. Keep your head down. Do your work. They don't like questions.”

I nodded, but the seed of doubt had already taken root.

The attacks continued, each one more brazen than the last. The RDA ramped up their operations in response, sending more troops and machinery into the wilds of Pandora. But for every move they made, the Resistance seemed to be one step ahead.

And then there was the tension between the people I worked with. Some were diehard loyalists, determined to see the mission succeed no matter the cost. Others—mostly the scientists—spoke in hushed tones about the beauty of the Na’vi culture, the interconnectedness of the flora and fauna, and the destruction we were bringing to this world.

I kept my head down, just as Ellison had warned. But at night, as I lay in my bunk staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t help but wonder: which side of history would I be on?

Pandora had a way of getting under your skin. The longer I stayed, the more I realized it wasn’t just a place. It was a mirror, reflecting humanity’s best and worst instincts back at us. And somewhere in the middle of it all was me—a girl who had come here for a fresh start, only to find herself caught in a war she didn’t fully understand.

The attacks became more than background noise; they became a constant undercurrent to life on Pandora. At first, they were just distant explosions, reports in the briefing room, or muttered curses from the military personnel in the mess hall. But over time, the Resistance started to feel like a presence, a shadow that loomed over everything the RDA tried to accomplish.

Jake Sully wasn’t just a name anymore—he was a force of nature.

The first time I felt the Resistance's impact directly was during a supply run. It was supposed to be routine—a quick trip to outpost Beta-5 to deliver Avatar-linked monitoring equipment. I was tagging along as part of my training, mostly to observe.

But the Resistance didn’t care about schedules or safety zones.

The attack was fast and chaotic. One moment, the AMP suits ahead of us were trudging through the dense forest, their movements mechanical and predictable. The next, arrows rained down from the trees, followed by explosions that sent the towering machines toppling like broken toys.

The ambush hit like a storm—sudden, violent, and unstoppable.

One moment, I was riding in the back of the supply truck, surrounded by crates of equipment and two guards sharing a nervous laugh. The next, the forest erupted in chaos.

The first explosion flipped the lead AMP suit, its towering frame crashing to the ground with a deafening roar. The convoy came to an abrupt halt as arrows rained down from the trees, their sharp points glinting like falling stars.

“Get down!” someone yelled.

I hit the truck bed hard, the impact knocking the wind out of me. My mask rattled against the metal floor as I scrambled for cover behind a crate. The world around me dissolved into a cacophony of gunfire, shouting, and the eerie war cries of the Na’vi.

The guards fired blindly into the trees, their exo-packs hissing as they struggled to maintain their aim under the pressure. I peeked over the edge of the crate just in time to see one of the AMP suits stagger, an arrow embedded in its cockpit.

Panic set in. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst. I wasn’t a soldier. I wasn’t trained for this. My human body was fragile here—one wrong move, and I’d be dead.

I clutched the sidearm they’d insisted I carry, though my hands were shaking too much to use it. What was I even doing here? This wasn’t supposed to be my fight.

A shadow passed overhead. My breath hitched as I looked up to see a Na’vi warrior leaping from a tree, his bow drawn, his movements impossibly fluid. He landed on the roof of the truck with barely a sound, his golden eyes scanning the scene below.

And then, those eyes locked onto mine.

For a moment, the chaos of the ambush melted away, leaving only silence between us.

He stood above me, perched on the edge of the truck’s roof, silhouetted against the glowing forest. His figure was tall and commanding, every line of his body taut with a warrior’s grace. The flickering bioluminescence of the nearby trees played off his skin, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across his lean, muscular frame.

His face was angular and strong, the high cheekbones and sharp jawline unmistakably Na’vi, yet there was something softer in his expression. His golden eyes, large and luminous, fixed on me with an intensity that felt like a physical force. They weren’t filled with rage or cruelty but something far more unnerving—calculated curiosity, as though he were trying to read my soul in that single moment.

The streaks of blue war paint decorating his face didn’t fully mask the smooth, rich azure of his skin, which gleamed faintly under the pale light of Pandora’s twin moons. His braids, adorned with small beads and feathers, swayed gently with each subtle movement, a testament to the culture he carried with him like armor.

But it wasn’t just his appearance that struck me—it was his presence.

He radiated confidence, a quiet power that demanded attention without arrogance. It was the kind of aura that made the world around him seem smaller, less significant. The chaos raging around us felt like a distant hum compared to the weight of his gaze.

And yet, beneath that commanding presence, there was something deeper—an unmistakable grief, perhaps, or a burden that someone so young should never have to carry. It was in the set of his shoulders, the faint downturn of his mouth, and the way his hands gripped the bow with both precision and purpose.

“Drop it,” he said, his voice deep and steady, but with a softness that caught me off guard.

The words hit me like a command, though they weren’t barked or shouted. It was the tone of someone who expected to be obeyed—not out of fear, but respect.

For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The sidearm in my trembling hands felt heavier than it should, as if the very act of holding it was a betrayal. His gaze flicked to the weapon, then back to me, and I realized with a jolt that he wasn’t looking at me like an enemy. He was looking at me like a question.

“You are… different,” he said, tilting his head slightly, the movement as fluid and deliberate as everything else about him. His accent curled around the words, each syllable infused with the lyrical cadence of his native tongue.

I wanted to speak, to ask him what he meant, but my throat felt dry, my voice lost in the weight of the moment.

He crouched slightly, lowering himself onto one knee so we were nearly at eye level. Even then, his presence dwarfed mine. Up close, the details became sharper—the faint patterns of his skin, the slight twitch of his ears as they picked up the sounds of the battle behind him, the faint rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

“You do not fight,” he observed, the faintest hint of curiosity threading through his words. His eyes lingered on mine, their golden glow unwavering. “And you… fear.”

It wasn’t an accusation. It was a statement of fact, delivered with neither judgment nor malice.

His hand shifted slightly, and I flinched, but he didn’t reach for me. Instead, he pointed at the weapon still lying on the ground between us.

The Na’vi reacted instantly. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet with startling gentleness.

“You do not belong here,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Run.”

“What—”

“Go!”

He released me and darted back into the fray, moving with the grace of a predator and the determination of someone who had everything to lose.

I didn’t run. Not immediately. Instead, I crouched behind the truck, my legs trembling as I watched the battle unfold.

He moved like the forest itself, blending into the chaos with a skill that seemed almost supernatural. He wasn’t just fighting—he was leading. The other Na’vi warriors followed his signals, their coordinated strikes overwhelming the RDA forces.

For every bullet fired, they had an arrow. For every shout of anger, they answered with a battle cry that sent chills down my spine.

And yet, amidst the violence, there was something strangely... noble about them. They didn’t kill indiscriminately. They targeted the machines, the vehicles, the weapons. It was as if they were trying to make a point rather than simply annihilate us.

When the ambush finally ended, the Resistance had melted back into the forest, leaving behind a convoy in ruins. Smoke rose from the wreckage, and the air was thick with the smell of burning fuel.

I stumbled out from behind the truck, my legs barely holding me up. Around me, the survivors were regrouping, their faces pale and shell-shocked.

“Medic!” someone called, dragging a wounded soldier from the wreckage.

But I couldn’t move. My mind was stuck on him—the way he’d looked at me, the way he’d spared me when he could have easily ended my life.

“You do not belong here,” he’d said.

The words echoed in my head as I stared at the destruction around me. For the first time, I began to wonder if he was right.

[7s3ven]

UNDER THE MASK pt 1 - collecting samples. recoms (avatar)

IN WHICH… the marine recoms find out the scientist they’ve been teasing for about a month now has more to offer than they thought.

Notes: scientist! recom! reader, a little suggestive, indecent jokes from the recoms (just a bunch of flirtatious, inappropriate jokes from the recoms tbh)

( includes fike, mansk, quaritch, brown, and lyle )

series list

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You didn’t asked to be revived in the form of a Na’vi body. You thought the RDA was only taking a precaution when they asked you to consent to the program. You didn’t expect to actually wake up after your death in an entirely new body.

You were one of the only scientists brought back from the dead; there were seven of you in total. The rest were military soldiers.

You didn’t remember much about your old life. Though, it wasn’t really yours to begin with. You just had the memories of a woman.

Your sole purpose on Pandora remained largely the same after your revival. You continued to dedicate your life to science and medicine as the faint memories of your old life swirled around in your mind.

You were the first recombinant to be brought back. The RDA thought it was best to revive the scientists before the soldiers. They were right. You were much calmer than they expected, fascinated by your new blue skin and swishing tail. A year later, the soldiers were revived.

You were expecting to remain uninteresting to them. After all, they never paid you much attention when you were human. But you had Grace to blame for that. She always swiftly hid you when Colonel Miles Quaritch and his team walked by, knowing the Marines had a taste for women who looked and acted like you.

Unfortunately, as one of the only females in the operation, the soldiers noticed you a lot more. Ja and Prager only sent you lazy smiles as you passed, fully intent on letting you do your thing, but five other military recoms were a nuisance to your daily life.

The annoying military Recombinants—Quaritch, Lyle, Mansk, Fike, and Brown—were a rough bunch, the kind of men who thrived in the presence of violence. You were the complete opposite of them, preferring the quiet lab and rarely ever talking back. The difference between you and them couldn’t have been more obvious, and boy, did they love to remind you.

You were no stranger to wandering glances. You noticed them back when you were human. Yet, you still felt uncomfortable when the Marine recoms stared at you.

Every time you passed by their little group, they turned silently, their gazes watching your every move. Today was no different from that. You clutched the data pad in your left hand as you strolled through the base, on your way to the science lab once again. You noticed the dreaded group almost immediately; they were laughing pretty loud after all.

They were all leaning against the wall, exchanging teasing remarks. Mansk was the first to spot you. He whispered to his teammates and the mood suddenly shifted. Your ears pinned against your head in annoyance as you passed them, feeling their eyes burning into you.

They said nothing for the first second before Lyle opened his mouth. “Hey, Doc!” He loudly called out. You paused, glancing over your shoulder. You knew if you ignored them, they’d just follow you and you’d get no work done. “Looking good in that body. How about you come check on me later? I might need a… personal examination.” You didn’t have to look to know he had a snarky grin on his lips.

Quaritch deeply chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Not necessarily good ones, though. “Careful, Wainfleet. She might take you up on that offer if she didn’t have her hands full.” His eyes roamed your body, not even trying to hide it. You felt your face heat up.

Your tail swished from side to side in frustration, which only encouraged them. You began walking again, merely rolling your eyes at the remarks. However, Mansk didn’t let you go so easily.

“Don’t be coy, Doc. You’re practically part of the team now. Why don’t you join us for some drinks?” He pushed himself off the wall and stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

“You’ve got us all wondering what you’re hiding under that lab coat.” Brown chimed in with a smirk. You lightly huffed, casually stepping around Mansk.

You wouldn’t usually reply to their biting comments but you were on your last nerve today. “I’m here to do a job.” You said, “And so are you. If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate if you stopped annoying me.”

You tried to walk off but a firm tug held you back from important work. “Feisty today, aren’t we?” It was Quaritch. You pulled your arm back, lips curving into an unimpressed frown.

“I am not here for your blatant entertainment, Colonel. I’m here to get my research done.”

Despite your sharp tone, Fike still muttered something to Mansk that had them both snickering. You clenched your jaw.

Quaritch’s grin widened at your words. “You definitely find a way to keep things interesting, Doc. If you ever need a break from all that chatter in your brain, we’ll be happy to relieve some stress.” His voice dipped into a suggestive tone, and you knew what he was implying.

You took a deep breath, barely holding onto the last of your calmness. “I have work to do, Colonel.” You briskly walked away, the sound of your boots growing fainter as you shoved past the laboratory doors.

You sat at your desk for a minute, calming yourself from the annoyance bubbling up. No matter how hard you tried to stay focused on this godforsaken planet, the weight of the soldiers’ gazes and their various taunts still drew a reaction.

You knew you’d be seeing them much sooner than you liked. You were due to collect some samples and you needed someone to keep guard. Though, the RDA gave you five idiots to keep watch instead.

An hour after your run-in with the particular group of soldiers, you were forced to see them again. You trudged through the base, trying to delay the process. You saw them waiting outside, tapping their boots against the floor impatiently. They were expecting to see another scientist, a less amusing one, but when you swung the door open, they grinned.

“Let’s get this over and done with.” You muttered, pushing past them.

You hated Pandora but you could never hate the beauty of it. Sometimes you wished you had been born Na’vi so you could appreciate everything the dangerous world had to offer.

The jungle was alive with sounds and the chittering of animals as you moved carefully through the vegetation, ducking occasionally to avoid a tree branch. You stopped every five minutes to take a sample, labelling it and storing it away before continuing on your way.

You knew you weren’t alone, you had five military recoms trailing after you, and that made everything less beautiful. Their forms moved heavily through the foliage, not really caring where they stepped. The group was meant to keep you safe but they only felt like a distraction.

You were observing a particularly interesting plant before you heard the rather obnoxious voice of the Colonel. “What’s the matter, Doc? We got you all hot and bothered?”

Your ears flicked at the unnecessary remark. “Only doing my job, Colonel.” You muttered, careful not to show any emotion Quaritch would use against you.

“That all you’re doing?” Lyle piped up, the grin evident in his voice. “You should be focusing on something else. Like us.”

Oh, how you wished to throw a rock at him or shove a handful of dirt into his mouth.

You heard Mansk snicker as you straightened up, walking further into the forest without another world. You had no intent of taking part in their banter.

“Don’t be so cold, Doc.” Fike called after you as they followed close behind. “We’re just tryna keep you company, can’t have you lonely out here.”

You wished you were alone. Perhaps you should have specifically requested for Z-dog and Walker to accompany you instead.

You slowed down and that was enough for Quaritch to take long strides to stand behind you. His tall frame casted a shadow over you as he fell into unified steps. “Loosen up, Doc. This’d be a lot more fun if you did.” Again, he didn’t try to hide the way his gaze flickered to your chest. He was never subtle in the slightest.

Your grip tightened on your tool kit as your tail flicked him. “For the last time, I’m here to collect data.” You coolly said, “That’s all.”

Quaritch chuckled, “Can’t blame a guy for trying. You’re the only interesting thing out here.”

“Yeah.” Brown, who wasn’t too far behind, voiced. “Watching you work is a nice change from the military crap.” You would have preferred if they were actually doing their jobs instead of focusing on you.

You ignored them to the best of your ability but it was difficult with the group almost circling around you, their remarks growing bolder by the second.

You were scanning a tree when Lyle broke your trance of concentration. He leaned in, "You know, if you ever need a different kind of data… We’re more than happy to volunteer."

You quickly recoiled, a little disgusted at his words. Quaritch placed a hand on your lower back before you could step away. “Easy, Doc.” He uttered, “Wouldn’t want you to trip and fall.”

You held back a scoff. “Can you all just stop?” You said, the frustration seeping into your voice. “I’m trying to collect data here, and you’re all acting like animals.”

They clearly enjoyed your reaction. Mansk steeped forward, “You don’t like our attention, baby?”

You almost succumbed to the urge of throwing a pair of scissors in his face. “I’m collecting samples. If you have nothing scientific to say then leave me alone.”

Quaritch raised his hands in mock surrender yet the smug smirk on his face never faltered. “Alright, we’ll back off.” You doubted that.

The uneasy feeling of their eyes never truly disappeared. You could hear their muffled laughter and murmured comments following you, a reminder that you still weren’t alone.

Barely an hour had passed before the sky darkened. You didn’t think much of it before the first raindrop hit your nose. You tilted your head up, eyes scanning the sky. It only took a second for a heavy downpour to drench you. The droplets of water crashed against the ground with such intensity that it made it hard to see, and it almost hurt.

“Shit.” Quaritch muttered over the booming thunder. “Everyone, under the trees!”

Mansk, the closest recom to you, grabbed you by the shoulder and dragged you under the nearby tree. The canopy offered some form of shelter but still not a lot. It did little to keep you dry.

Your clothes were already soaked, specifically your thin shirt. It uncomfortably clung to your skin. Your straight hair was curling in the humidity, sticking to your face.

Lyle shook his head like a wet dog, his braid sending water flying everywhere. You covered your face to block the droplets. “This rain is something else.” He said, “Never seen such a heavy downpour.”

Mansk was the first to check up on you since the rain. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Doc, you look a little… soaked.” His eyes lingered on your drenched form while you glared at him.

You tugged at your shirt, a fruitless attempt to keep it from sticking to your skin. The fabric was nearly transparent, leaving nothing to the imagination. Mansk’s words had brought you the undivided attention of his teammates.

“This weather is really doing a number on you, Doc.” Quaritch drawled as he leaned against the thick tree trunk.

“It’s only rain, Colonel.” Your response came out sharper than you intended it to. But you knew even if you screamed at him, he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Yeah, but it’s kind of hard not to look.” He chuckled.

Fike, who was standing on your left, smirked as you tried to wring out your shirt. “That’s one way to distract us. Keep it up and we might forget why we’re out here.”

Lyle was the next to comment. “Loving the view, Doc.”

You shot Lyle a look before forming your arms over your chest. “Let’s just focus on staying dry.” You grumbled.

“Don’t worry, Doc. We’re just appreciating the scenery, right boys?” Quarditch’s gaze shamelessly traced every curve that was now exposed by your wet clothes.

You opened your mouth to snap back but the words never rolled off your tongue. Quarditch had reached out to brush a strand of wet hair away from your face. His warm touch lingered for longer than necessary before pulling away.

You impatiently waited for the rain to stop but as the long minutes dragged by, you lost hope. It had been half an hour of a continuous downpour and you were still soaked, forced to shiver as you paced back and forth.

Quaritch and his team had settled at the base of the tree, sitting in a circle and trading jokes. They seemed unconcerned about the delay while you were basically gnawing at your fingertips.

Your tail flicked back and forth as you paced, flicking droplets of water with every step and narrowly avoiding whacking Mansk. The longer you waited, the less time you had to gather data. You were already on a tight schedule.

Quaritch noticed your unease and he parted his lips to speak up. “What’s wrong, Doc? Can’t stay still for two seconds?” He teased. You glowered at him.

“I don’t have time for this, Colonel. I have limited time and this damn rain is wasting it.”

“Relax, sweetheart. You’ll get your samples eventually.” Lyle butted in. You gritted your teeth, the tip of your tail swaying in annoyance.

“That isn’t good enough.” You seethed.

“Pacing isn’t gonna make it any better.” Fike called out.

Quaritch looked up at you, sending you his signature smirk. You despised what he was going to say next. “I’m sure we can find a way to occupy you, Doc. Just to pass the time.” There was nothing innocent about his words.

“I don’t have time for distractions, Colonel.” Every time you tried to push him and his team away, they tried to reel you back in.

Quaritch was clearly amused by you. You turned to watch the rain again, your patience wearing thin.

You waited for another ten minutes. You tried to sit still for as long as you could before you couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck it.” You cussed, grabbing your tool kit. The recoms watched as you stepped out from under the tree without a word, letting the hard rain hit you again.

“Hey, where you going, Doc?” Lyle exclaimed, though his tone sounded more amused than concerned as the soldiers watched you.

You didn’t reply as you stalked forward, determined to collect as much data as you could, even if it meant catching a cold later.

“Guess she’s serious about that data,” Mansk commented with a chuckle.

The recoms watched as you disappeared into the jungle. None of them stopped your stubborn pursuit as you marched through the rain despite the miserable conditions.

“Do you think maybe she’s just crazy?” Fike voiced.

It took you twenty minutes to trudge back to the group. You were drenched and shivering and overall not in very good condition. But at least the last sample rested safely in your kit.

Your shirt was completely see-through by this point. It offered you no protection against the frigid rain. You maintained some of your calm composure despite the chills racking your body.

The soldiers were still lounging under the tree, only raising their heads when they heard the sound of a twig snapping. They all stared at you in amusement as you finally reached them.

Quaritch immediately locked eyes with you. “Look who’s back. You look like you’ve been through hell, Doc.” His eyes scanned the small tears in your shirt.

It surely felt like you had. You were glad the soldiers weren’t there to witness you tripping.

“Shut your trap.” You sneered, dropping the sampling kit before sitting down and slumping against the tree. “I fucking fell down a hill and into a river. Hit a few trees too. Hurt like a bitch.” They had never heard such strong language from you but then again, they didn’t know you had the willpower to walk through the heavy rain.

Lyle whistled lowly, “Damn, Doc, you’re practically giving us a free show over here.”

You didn’t reply. Your ears were pinned back against your head in annoyance as you watched the rain. “Let’s just get out of here.” You grumbled, going to collect your supplies before Quarditch grasped your arm.

“No can do, Doc. The rain ain’t letting up and we can barely see a meter in front of us. We’ll get lost or some of us might fall down a hill. Again.” He grinned, showing off his fangs as he searched your face for a reaction.

“We can’t stay out here for the night.” You fired back. “We’ll get eaten alive.”

“Nah. This area is relatively safe. Good thing we didn’t go too deep into the forest.” Quaritch’s tail lightly flicked, showing he was in no hurry to get back to the base.

You tilted your head back, almost hissing in frustration. You didn’t want to be stuck out in the forest with these military imbeciles. You didn't want to admit it, but Quaritch had a point; you could barely see the next tree over.

Agonising hours dragged by as the rain poured down. The soldiers aimed to entertain themselves, sometimes throwing a few teasing remarks your way. You merely rolled your eyes at their jeers.

"Alright, Lyle, time to pull out the tent. Looks like we're stuck here for the night." You heard Quaritch mutter. To your surprise, you watch as Lyle pulls a tent from his bag. You let the soldiers set it up, knowing you wouldn't be of much help anyway.

"Ladies first, Doc." Quaritch grinned, stepping aside for you to enter. Your tail flicked him in annoyance as you brushed past him. The interior of the tent was large, tall enough to fit your avatar bodies, but it was still a tight squeeze. Your Na'vi body was well-built, your arms toned from the harsh terrain, but the soldiers were almost huge. They were tall with large muscles, taking up almost all the space.

Military gear and supplies were strewn all over the floor of the tent, making it impossible to walk without stepping on something. The heavy droplets of rainwater hammered down onto the tent's fabric, creating a sort of ambience.

Your shirt, which had taken most of the rain, clung to your skin uncomfortably. The cold was beginning to seep through, making it hard to focus. You shifted around, lightly groaning.

With a sigh of exasperation, you had reached a breaking point. You lifted your wet shirt over your head, peeling the thin fabric off. You weren't particularly concerned with how the soldiers' eyes flickered to stare at your bra. You were just glad that awful shirt was off.

As you began to wring the water out of the shirt, Quaritch spoke up. He let out a low whistle before speaking. "Didn't expect this kind of show, Doc." Oh, how insufferable he was.

The tent felt even smaller now with how their gazes lingered on you. You settled into a dry corner of the tent, wrapped in a towel. Your eyes were drooping before Lyle made a biting remark. You quickly grabbed your shirt, throwing it at him. It hit Lyle in the face with a loud slap.

The soldier yelped in surprise and stumbled back. "Watch it!" he exclaimed. His teammates burst into laughter, their amusement evident.

"That's one way to shut him up," Quaritch said through a small laugh.

You eventually dosed off, exhausted and sick of the icy cold. The soldiers stayed awake, their guns at the ready. They lowly murmured amongst themselves, continuing their playful banter.

Lyle nudged Quaritch, a grin spreading across his face. "Look at that, Colonel. The Doc's out like a light." Your tail was lazily draped over your body as you curled up into a ball to retain warmth.

Mansk leaned in, lowering his voice. He didn't want to accidentally wake you and end up being slapped in the face with a shirt like Lyle. "You think she'll be annoyed if we keep making these jokes?"

"Nah, she's out cold." Fike softly chuckled under his breath.

Brown glanced over his shoulder, grinning. "Think she's dreaming 'bout us?" He lightly snorted.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow, his gaze still focused on your still body. "Careful now. If Doc wakes up and hears you say that, she won't be so friendly."

Lyle quietly laughed, "Yeah, you don't wanna get hit in the face with that shirt, trust me."

The quiet atmosphere was interrupted by a shrill cry. It was unsettling, making the soldiers jump in surprise. The sound cut through the night enough to jolt you awake. You blinked dazedly, squinting in the dim light.

"What is that noise?" You groaned, pushing yourself to your feet. Your annoyance was apparent as you moved the tent flaps aside. You stumbled out, the rain hitting you like a sturdy wall. You shielded your face from the heavy downpour, your gaze searching through the storm. You found the culprit—a large bird the size of your long torso rummaging through the scattered gear you had dropped.

"Get out of here!" You yelled, throwing a rock at the strange creature. The bird squawked again before scrambling off, leaving your seething form in the rain.

You re-entered the tent in worse condition than before. The soldiers tried to suppress their amusement as you shook off the water.

Lyle didn't even try to hide his laughs. "You're back at square one, Doc. Might need to take your pants off this time." You ignored him, returning to your previous spot.

"We’ll have to put a bell on you so you don't end up in the rain," Quaritch added, only humiliating you more.

You slumped against the side of the tent, stuck between a state of sleep and awareness. You jumped again when the same screech erupted from outside, testing your patience.

You slowly pushed yourself up once more. The gazes of the soldiers burned into you, clearly amused. The bird had not learned its lesson from the first time, plucking up the courage to scour through your gear once more. You saw how its beady eyes glanced at you, glinting with mischief.

"I've had enough of you!" You exclaimed, "You keep interrupting my sleep! And get away from my stuff!" You launched yourself at the bird, tackling it. Its screams escalated in volume as you swatted at the animal. It tried to avoid your advances, darting and hissing at you.

The soldiers poked their heads out of the tent, wanting to watch the chaos unfold. "Never thought I'd see a scientist take on a wild animal."

"Yeah, get some, Doc!" Lyle shouted, "Beat that thing!"

Fike turned to Quaritch, lightly nudging him. "You think she'll give up any time soon?" He muttered.

The Colonel shook his head, huffing in amusement. "Not a chance."

The bird scampered off, and you turned around, drenched but victorious. You ignored the soldiers' encouraging shouts as they clapped you on the back. You were desperate for rest, even if it meant fighting an animal. Everything began to settle down again, finally, until that bird returned.

"Oh, that is it!" You screamed. Your rage boiled over. "I'm going to cook that thing!" Lyle quickly grasped your shoulder, holding you back.

"Hey, calm down, Doc!" He shouted.

"I've had enough of that bird! I'm hungry! I'm gonna cook it if it doesn't shut up!" You tried to wriggle out of Lyle's grip, ears pinned back in anger and fangs bared.

"Might wanna rethink that, Doc. We ain't in the middle of a kitchen." Quaritch spoke up.

Eventually, you calmed down. You reluctantly sat down beside Mansk in the circle, arms folded over your chest in frustration. "You look cold, angel," Mansk commented, earning a glare from you.

"No, I'm perfectly warm. I might be sweating a little." You sarcastically replied, mockingly fanning your face. Mansk handed you his jacket, but you hesitated before taking it. Slowly, you slipped it on, wrinkling up your nose at the smell of his strong cologne rubbing off on you.

As handy as ever, Lyle pulled out a portable battery heater after noticing your intense shivering. "Forgot I had this." He laughed while Fike and Brown rolled their eyes. The heater softly hummed, and you almost closed your eyes at the much-needed warmth.

The soldiers fell back into their usual conversation, keeping their voices low so as to not disturb you.

"You finally warming up, Doc?" Quaritch glanced at you with a small smile, though it was more of a smirk.

You silently lifted your hand, showing him the middle finger. He chuckled, not offended in the slightest. After an endless night of rain and exhaustion, you finally drifted off. Your head lolled to the side, falling onto Mansk's shoulder while your tail was draped over Lyle's lap.

Mansk glanced down at you with a grin, his eyes trailing over the curve of your tail. He lowly chuckled, "I could get used to this. Not every day you get a warm spot and a cozy tail.”

The other soldiers exchanged glances as they caught the meaning behind Mansk's joke. You slept soundly while the Marines kept watch, their guns nearby. They continued to banter amongst themselves while allowing you to gain the rest you desperately needed.

[3lephant-8ones]

he feels rda pilled. sorry

hey girl the unethical science man is gonna unethical science it's best to just let him do his thing. Or divorce

*holds knife* Say divorce again beetch and its your head

[signfromeywa]

I love all your hybrid and meta human OCs in the Avatar universe! 💙 I’ve been feeling inspired to create a meta human OC for fun, no intent to write anything for them, and wanted to make sure that was ok with you? I will give you all the credit for the inspiration, I just hate to step on the toes of other artists.

Oh yes! I feel honored! I can give you some information that could help you 💜😊

Some trivia:

The science facility who makes the Metahumans are called M.R.S. – "Metahuman Reengineering Sciences", they work with the RDA together but are a separate Branch from that company.

Metahumans have a cybernetic spine. You can make any design you want, be creative if you want.

They ALWAYS have a core in their neck, the source of their energy, colors can vary, but without core the metahumans are limp.

Ava is a prototype, so her spine is discontinued. After her came 1.0 and 2.0 versions of metahumans.

There are different series of metahumans. You can create your own series or you could draw one for my existing one:

2.0 A.R.I.A. - Adaptive Reactive Intelligence Assembly: A cybernetic entity capable of simulating emotions to navigate complex social and military scenarios – an agent designed to think, feel, and kill.

Metahumans can be completely human DNA just altered, to be stronger, bigger and breath Pandora hand earth air.

Metahumans can also be hybrid. (Like my OC joker) They never have kuru or tail, always leaning to a more human look. Also able to breathe both air and have abilities that make them strong. (Skin color doesn't have to be white, just more 'human' toned. So if a human is tanned or dark skinned, the hybrid will show that as well.)

The abilities the metahumans have are always fast and strong. But their specialties can vary. You can also add other physical abilities, you come up with. Anything that could come from the alterations they do on the DNA. You can be creative.

Metahumans often have parts of their body being cybernetic. It depends on what they need it for, you can also be completely creative in this. It's your choice how you would like to design it.

More information and "story":

A bit of story on how they are created:

Metahuman are cloned the same way as Avatars are. They have their own consciousness. As baby they get the core implanted and they keep the body in an incubator pipe till the Metahumans are 18. Metahumans body grows fast to adult size, same as Avatar.

Then they get basic training, in that they find out what the specialty of the metahumans will be and in that time they start to operate the spine to a cybernetic one. After that and maybe some body modifications, they put the metahumans through another training. This time for the special field they want to use them later on.

Metahumans never leave the lab before their training is not completely done. That makes them utterly manipulated by the M.R.S and absolutely loyal to them. But they are actually very unstable in their emotions, when they meet actually true affection.

This is just the standard procedure, you can also make a metahuman with a completely different origin story. Just one thing is important, they are made and grown up in a lab :)

If you have any questions about them, feel free to ask me more :3 also the lab suit Ava has on, is the basic M.R.S lab suit every metahuman starts in. If you want you can use it, but not must have. You can create your own if you like. :3

Also: sorry for all the text xD haha I am just so excited 💜

Here are 2 of my meta humans:

[quicktosimp]

Why Can't You See?

Summary: The RDA has returned. Since their return, we have not only been fighting with the humans but Jake and I cannot see eye to eye anymore. No matter how hard I try, Jake and I seem to be falling apart. I want to fight for our mateship, but I don't know how much longer I can fight.

Warnings: Canon violence, Disassociation, Attempted Smut (No Actual Smut)

I will never regret the day I met the Sully’s. They are the loves of my life, and I will always cherish them. Having four kids with them was another great gift from Eywa. But I am so tired.

Ever since the humans came back to Pandora, Neytiri and I have taken over the brunt of parenting; not only that, but we have had to fix everything Jake has been doing. He demands and orders the children, especially the boys, to do outrageous things that they end up failing. I then have to go around and reassure the boys before turning around and talking with Jake about it, leading to another argument: Neytiri standing between us, trying to get the two of us to see reason. This has gone on for over a year now, but today is going to be a good day. The raid has been planned to perfection. It’s going to be an in-and-out operation: blow up the tracks, grab the weaponry and supplies, and get out. We already have our chosen spotters: several men who passed their Iknimaya a little after Jake and I did. 

Jake and I lead the team, himself in the air on Bob, while I lead the ground forces on pa’li. My warriors were beside me as we waited for our signal. My anxious emotions were fed back to me by my pa’li, our tsaheylu keeping us connected. My pa’li stomped her hoves impatiently., I sent a wave of calmness to her as I pat her neck soothingly, never taking my eyes off the target. 

Over the comms, I heard Jake say, “Ground teams go,” And we were off.

The resounding sounds of battle cries rang through the air as we raced our way to the tracks. The explosives went off with a bang, turning the tracks to scrap metal, and the train itself flew off the rails, flinging into multiple pieces. Rolling over and on top of each other, each causing their own explosion. The fires were horrendously hot, and the sweltering heat nearly unbearable, but everything had gone as planned. 

I watched as Jake swooped down from the sky, shooting at the aircraft with a cry, Neytiri following after him with her bow, releasing a cry of her own. I shook my bow, releasing my own cry after them, pleased with the results, as I watched the carrier crash. 

“Go! Go!” I shouted at my warriors as we surrounded the crash, “We don’t have long, you know the plan! Stick to your stations!” I ordered as we got into position.

We all got to work; as the air team landed, I noticed that our spotters were on the ground, concerned I reached for my comm, “Devil Dog, you read me? Our spotters are on the ground; who’s in the air?” I asked assertively.

I was handed several more crates before my ear twitched with Jake’s response, “Fireball, we ended up with two more; I put them on spotting, so we have more on the ground.”

I growled as my irritation rose. Damn Jake and changing the plans without telling me.

“We’ll talk about this later,” I growled into the comms before running back to my pa’li and offloading what was in my arms. 

I ran back into the crash site as Jake landed. He watched over the scene, his gun in hand, but did not move a finger in helping us. Neytiri was on the ground, ordering those into collective files. The screeching of our ikrans and our battle cried, making it difficult to hear anything. 

“Let’s go, two minutes, people, let's go,” Jake’s voice rang in my ear. 

I relayed the information, “Two minutes! Let’s go!”

In my haste, I brushed off what I thought was Neteyam’s voice; my boys are back at High Ground; it’s just my paranoia.

On the other side of the destruction, I could hear Norm explaining to grab the high-priority items. I grabbed several more cases of RPGs and ammunition before I noticed my pa’li could carry no more. I swung onto my steed and shouted a call to my warriors, signaling it was time to head out. I looked over to my warriors, watching as they all mounted their pa’li when I heard a war cry, Lo’ak’s war cry. My eyes looked over the wreckage, trying to spot my son, but instead, I was met with the sight of a gunship. A spotter called it first, sounding the alarm. 

“Gunships in bound fall back!” Jake’s voice came through the com.

I hastily replied, “I heard Eagal Eye on the ground! I’m going in!” 

I sent the warriors on their way as I rushed my pa’li into the destruction. 

“Negative Fireball, I have it handled. Head back to base,” Jake ordered through the comm, but I refused even to reply, instead forcing my pa’li faster. 

The gunship fired two shots, blowing up the nearby ground and supplies; someone quickly shot at the gunship, taking out one of its propellers, quickly causing the gunship to spiral and crash. I continued on, the dust and debris coating my face and lungs as the heat became worse than before.

“Lo’ak! Neteyam!” I called as I looked for my sons.

“Lo’ak, where are you? Neteyam?” Jake yelled nearby.

I spotted Jake crouched over; as I approached, I saw Lo’ak in Jake’s arms. I was too relieved to be angry, seeing that Lo’ak was okay. I jumped off my pa’li, joining the two.

“Lo’ak! Are you okay?” I quickly checked over for any injuries. 

Lo’ak quickly nodded his head wordlessly.

“Where’s your brother?” Jake demanded.

Lo’ak attempted to stutter out an answer, only successfully pointing to a general area.

“You two get out of here; go on!” Jake demanded as he continued for Neteyam. 

It felt like a knife had been twisted in my chest, the idea of leaving one of my sons. But Lo’ak was in shock, and I needed to get him home.

I hold Lo’ak’s face in my hands, “Alright, come on, we gotta get out of here; your dad's got Neteyam, okay?”I moved down and grabbed Lo’ak’s hand, pulling him along. 

I rushed through the wreckage, pulling Lo’ak behind me and onto my pa’li, and with a yip, we were off. As we sped through the jungle, I could feel Lo’ak’s arms trembling around me. I reached around and patted at his hair, trying to soothe him the best I could. As we arrived at the meeting place, I helped Lo’ak off my pa’li before turning to the stolen goods.

“Alright, Lo’ak, I need your help. Grab some equipment and load it onto the ikrans,” I explain simply, knowing Lo’ak needs direct instructions. 

“Yes, Ma’am,” Lo’ak answered.

I grabbed his arm, gently pulling him to me; I brushed his braids out of his face, “I don’t care where we are; I’m not a ma’am to you; I’m your Mama.”

A small smile slipped over Lo’ak’s face, “Yes, Mama,” Before he went and continued his duties.

As we continued to transfer the weaponry, the pit in my stomach built. Not knowing if my other son was okay if Jake got Neteyam out of there, was Neteyam hurt? I chewed my lip as I worked on. I watched as Lo’ak started acting like himself again, a bit nervous but much better than before. My team didn’t take long, as soon we were all in the air on our ikrans. I searched the sky furiously, skewering for any signs of my family. Lo’ak flying close to me, he yipped for my attention; as I looked over, he pointed at three ikrans, Neytiri, Jake, and Neteyam. I was finally able to breathe again, seeing Neteyam well enough that he could fly on his own. But as my chest eased from worry, anger took its place. Neither of the kids was to be on this mission, yet Jake wasn’t even surprised! Because he knew, he chanced out the spotters; Lo’ak and Neteyam were the new spotters. Jake deliberately went behind my back and put the kids on the mission! By the time we landed, I was seething, my anger causing me to shake. 

“Sa’nu! Mama!” I heard Tuk yell as he hugged Neytiri. 

I bent over and embraced Tuk and Neytiri, an arm around both of them, using this moment to calm my ire. 

“Fall in,” Jake demanded gruffly, sounding just as pissed as I was.

I couldn’t stop the growl from slipping past my lips as the rage bloomed again. Neytiri and Tuk looked at me, Neytiri with concern and Tuk startled. I placed a kiss on Tuk’s forehead as I watched Lo’ak and Neteyam slowly walk over to stand in front of Jake, both nervous about the outcome. 

And Jake started right into them, “You’re supposed to be spotters. You spot bogeys, and you call ‘em in. From a distance!” Jake’s voice was angry but also wobbled in fear as he got into Neteyam’s face, “Does any of this sound familiar?” Jake turned to Lo’ak, demanding, “Get here!” Lo’ak slowly walked over as Kiri went to check on Neteyam, and Jake continued on, “Jesus! I let you two geniuses fly a mission, and you disobey direct orders.” Neteyam couldn’t even look Jake in the eye as his and Lo’ak’s tails flickered nervously.

Jake turned to Kiri, “Kiri, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded? Please?” His voice was softer yet urgent with our eldest daughter. 

Kiri looked at Jake and snarked, “My brother is wounded.”

Neteyam tried to brush off his injuries as Jake pleaded with Kiri, “Baby girl, please,” Tuk had wandered over to Lo’ak, trying to hold his hand, before Jake snapped at Tuk, “Tuk, go with her! Go!”

Our daughters sighed before walking away.

“Dad. Sir, I take full responsibility,” Neteyam started, trying to placate Jake.

“Yeah, you do. That’s right. ‘Cause you’re the older brother. You gotta act like it,” Jake snapped at Neteyam.

My anger could take no more, “That is enough, Jake,” I hissed at him, fangs barred.

Jake stepped back, shocked by my sudden outburst.

“You want to talk about responsibility? As parents, we had agreed that none of the kids would see the battlefield until they were 18, yet you went behind Neytiri and I’s back doing this. We already knew that they weren't mature enough for this! The responsibility for all of it is on you!” I growled out, my eyes wide, as I stalked forward, putting myself between Jake and the boys. 

I force myself to speak calmly, “Boys, go to your grandmother; we will continue this later,” But my eyes never left Jake.

“No! We are not done yet!” Jake demanded as the boys tried to walk away.

I hissed in response, causing Jake to flinch again.

“Ma’Jake, your son is actually bleeding,” Neytiri, the voice of reason, calmly intervenes.

“Sa’nu, it is fine. I..” Neteyam attempted to brush off again.

Jake shook his head, “Just go and get patched up. Go on, dismissed.”

Neteyam walked away, Neytiri following him as she looked back at Jake and me, worried about leaving us there for the moment.

“You do understand that you almost got your brother killed?” Jake demeanded from Lo’ak.

“Yes, Sir,” Lo’ak agreed degectively.

“Absolutely not,” I shut that down, “Lo’ak, you and Neteyam shouldn’t have been there in the first place. No, you shouldn’t have disobeyed your father's orders, and for that, you will be grounded, but the rest of it is on you, Jake,” I quickly turned to Jake.

Jake opened his mouth to speak, only to stop short, turning to Lo’ak, “You’re grounded. No flying for a month. Now see to the ikran. All of ‘em,” Despite wanting to protest, I agreed with the punishment. 

“Yes, Sir,” Lo’ak responded numbly.

And because Jake can’t keep his mouth shut, “And get that crap off your face,” He demanded before attempting to storm off.

I grab Jake’s arm, glaring at him, “This conversation is not over,” I growled before moving away and checking on Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was sulking as he went to bring Bob away; he looked up at me, his eyes dejected.

“Lo’ak, come here,” I demanded softly, opening my arms for him. 

Sluggishly, he shuffles his way to me, wrapping his arms around me as I pull him into a hug. I rest my cheek on top of his head and cradle him close.

“I love you so much, Lo’ak; you know that, right?” I ask him gently.

I could feel him nod his head as he hummed affirmatively.

“And while your father is horrible at admitting it, you know that Jake loves you, right?” I ask again, needing to know.

There was a pause before Lo’ak hesitantly nodded again. Tears pricked at my eyes. Lo’ak should never have to hesitate, yet here I am, holding my son as questions if his own father loves him. 

I kissed the top of his head before whispering, “I promise you, Lo’ak. Jake loves you; he loves every single one of you. I’m not going to go against Jake with your punishment, but I will be talking with him, okay?” 

“Okay, Mama. Can I go now? I have a lot to do,” Lo’ak asked but made no move to leave my arms.

“You can leave whenever you feel like it,” I answer, rubbing his back soothingly.

Lo’ak hugged me tighter before regretfully letting go, “Thank you, Mama.”

“You don’t have to thank me for loving you, baby, because that is what I was made to do,” I explain lovingly to him.

Lo’ak gave me a small smile before walking away. I smile sadly, wishing I could do more right now. I shake my head before spotting Spider out of the corner of my eye—the little human boy who hangs out a lot. I smile at him as I walk over.

“Hello, Spider,” I greet calmly, “I’m sorry you had to see all that,” I apologized, seeing how uncomfortable he was.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Sully, I know you didn’t mean it,” Spider sheepishly replied.

I frowned slightly, “No, Spider, it’s not okay; none of you kids should have seen that. And as an adult, I am in the wrong. I should have handled that better, and that is why I’m apologizing to you,” I placed a hand on his shoulder, “And none of that Mrs. Sully stuff, it’s (Y/N), or you can call me Mama too if you want. You’ve always been my third son,” I smile softly at the teenager.

“Thank you, Mrs., um, (Y/N), um,” Spider stumbled.

I chuckled lightly at him, “Don’t worry about it, kid. Now, why don’t you come over later? I know Lo’ak and Kiri would love to see you and have an excuse to leave the kelku.”

Spider brightened up at the offer, “Will do, Mrs-, Ma-, (Y/N)!”

“Anytime, Spider, it is always a joy when you're around.”

Spider brightened even more, smiling joyfully at me, “I’m- I’m going to go help Lo’ak now,” He explained, backing away.

“Thank you, Spider; I’ll see you later with Lo’ak,” I watch him walk away to tend to the ikran with Lo’ak.

But as I stood there, all the emotions from the day hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t know where to scream, cry, shout, punch something. It’s all there, trapping me in place, slowly leaving me numb. A pair of arms wrapped around me, one gentle hand moving my face, revealing Neytiri. Her face was sorrowful as she watched me.

“Ma’Muntxate, today has been hard on you, hasn’t it?” Neytiri’s voice was soothing.

I nod my head, feeling like I was moving through molasses.

“I got you, Syulang,” Neytiri cooed as she grabbed my arms, leading me off somewhere. 

I let her lead me aimlessly, the world nothing more than a blur as my emotions shut off completely. It seemed like it had been mere moments and yet hours simultaneously, but I felt warm. Gentle minstrains along my body, bringing feelings of comfort. I slowly looked around, noticing I was no longer at the High Ground but instead in a small hot spring hidden in the forest. The lush green calmed me. I breathed deeply, noticing that my armored vest was gone, as was my tewng. The colors of my war paint long gone, leaving me bare, just (Y/N), not a warrior, not a marine, not a parent, not a mate fighting for her children, just (Y/N).

“Are you back with me, Tìyawn?” Neytiri asked as she pressed her naked body to mine, holding me close.

I sluggishly wrapped my arms around her waist, leaning my head on her shoulder, “Yeah, ‘m back,” My voice was as sluggish as my body.

We stand there holding each other in the hot spring, simply enjoying each other's presence.

“Do you remember the first time we found this place?” Neytiri asked me as she threaded her fingers in my hair. 

“Yeah, it was when you were teaching Jake still. He had gone and done something stupid. You walked off, and I followed. Didn’t think I’d find your bathing,” I chuckled lightly.

“I was planning on doing much more than bathing, but I heard you coming. Your footsteps were so loud back then,” She chuckled in return.

“Much more? Damn, maybe I should have waited a bit longer,” I hummed appreciatively.

“Skxawng,” Neytiri mumbled back.

“What, that would have been nice. You’d probably have plucked my eyes out, but it would have been worth it,” I smile so hard it hurts my face.

I lay a small kiss on Neytiri’s neck; she sighs, leaning her head to give me more room. I continue leaving open-mouthed kisses along her neck, sucking her flesh into my mouth, knowing that marks will be left in their wake. Neytiri threads her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer as one of her hands travels south. But her touch didn’t bring the pleasure it usually does, instead leaving me wanting to get away. I tried to push through it, only for a sob to break through. 

I back off slowly, disappointed in myself, “I’m sorry, Love, but I can’t right now.” I blinked back tears, hating that I couldn’t give Neytiri what she needed right now. 

Neytiri pulled my face so we were face to face, her forehead resting on mine, “Do not apologize for something you cannot control, Yawnetu. Now come, rest with me.”

I let her pull me deeper into the hot spring. A small ledge in the water allows us to sit submerged up to our necks. Neytiri pulls me into her lap, holding me close as I wrap my arms around her neck. 

For now, everything is fine.

Taglist: @loakstahni, @eywaite

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[jcavatarheadcanons]

Can Quaritch be Redeemed?

Since ATWOW introduced us to the idea of a recombinant, or recom. These are genetic hybrids of na'vi and human DNA, similar to an avatar. Where the two differ though is that there is no neural link. Recoms are given the memories from their human lives. Costume designer Deborah L. Scott says "they're like the Special Forces" in The Art of Avatar: The Way of Water.

The most infamous recom is that of Colonel Miles Quaritch, the former 'big bad' from the first movie. In the fandom I have seen the idea of Quaritches redemption floating around and being debated.

To answer if Quaritch can be redeemed we have to look at his characterization in the first movie.

He was the Colonel of the RDA's SecOps (Security Operations) and a former Marine. He views Pandora as a dangerous and, frankly, he has good reason to believe this. He has a trio of claw scars on the side of his face (likely from a viperwolf) which he got his first day on Pandora. He has seen countless men and women die on Pandora, from the nature around them and the na'vi.

Obviously I do not think Quaritches hatred for the Na'vi is valid. He describes them as 'savage' and is violent with the Pandoran natives. Something we have to understand about Quaritch, and most antagonists, is that he does not see himself as the villain.

Something I think we forget about Quaritch is that he is loyal. He is loyal to his soldiers. He is loyal to the RDA. He is loyal to Earth and loyal to humanity. Keep in mind, the Earth of 2154 is a dying wasteland and the RDA -in their minds- is trying to save humanity.

Quaritch sees the ecosystem of Pandora and the Na'vi as a threat to humanity. To him, the survival of humanity is more important than the destruction of Pandora and the slaughter of the Na'vi.

He has no respect for the Avatar Program, Grace Augustine or her research. Their views on Pandora and the Na'vi are so starkly different and they are both very stubborn people.

When Jake Sully arrives on Pandora as a member of the Avatar Program Quaritch sees an opportunity. Jake is a fellow Marine, someone Quaritch views as likeminded. Quaritch offers to pay for Jake's spinal surgery in return for information about the Na'vi. Quaritch has genuine respect for Jake as a solider and a fellow Marine. So when Jake doesn't report to him for two weeks he grows suspicious. When Jake destroys the RDA bulldozer at the Tree of Voices Quaritch sees this as a betrayal.

Unlike the audience, Quaritch does not see Jake's progressive understanding and loyalty to the Na'vi and their way of life. All he sees is Jake betraying humanity to get some 'local tail'.

Let me make something clear, Quaritch is not an innocent man. He is responsible for countless Na'vi deaths, especially during the destruction of Hometree. It is Quaritch who orders the fire on Hometree, refering to the Na'vi as 'dumb bastard' and comparing them to roaches. He shows no remorse when Hometree falls, praising his soilder's and even commenting that they should throw a party.

Something I don't see discussed much is that Quaritch kills Grace. He fatally shoots her while she and the others are trying to escape Hell's Gate. An argument could be made that Quaritch didn't mean to kill Grace. But he was blindly shooting in a moment of impulse. He wasn't even wearing an Exopack, barging out and holding his breath.

Of course, the movie comes to an end with Quaritch killed by Neytiri and left to rot in the forest.

Now, in Avatar: The Way of Water we are reintroduced to Quaritch as a recombinant solider. He has all his memories, up to the final battle. He remembers killing Grace and destroying Hometree.

I think where people's view of Quaritch begins to change is with his son, Miles "Spider" Socorro.

When Recom Quaritch first meets Spider, he seems almost curious. Quaritch most likely never knew Spider before he died, since Spider was born the same year Quaritch died. Quaritch goes on to capture Spider and brings him back to the RDA.

From this point on, Quaritch seems to bond with Spider in a way we haven't seen from the character before. During Spider's interrogation it's Quaritch who turns of the torture device and asks to personally talk to Spider.

Now, this scene is very interesting to me. Quaritch is many things, but he isn't a liar. He knows Spider he wasn't a good father and that, technically, he and Spider aren't connected. He knows Spider won't betray the Sully's. I think Quaritch genuinely does care about Spider, that his motivation's are not purely selfish.

Through the rest of the movie Quaritch and Spider share these small moments that, understandably, have endeared the audience to Quaritch. The perception of Quaritch has shifted.

There are two other defining moments that really redefine the character of Miles Quaritch.

The first is when Quaritch and the other Recoms are interrigaing the other Ocean Clans for information about Jakes whereabouts.

From the first Avatar movie, we know Quaritch does not hesitate to kill Na'vi and does not feel remorse. The Quaritch we know from the first movie would have killed the Tsahik without question. But Spider protests, distressed and angry, and Quaritch doesn't. He does order the others to burn the village down, a cruel and violent act, but he doesn't go as far as we've seen before.

The second scene is the climactic final confrontation on the sinking SeaDragon. You all know what I'm talking about.

This scene shows Quaritch taking Kiri hostage and Neytiri -in a grief-induced, manic rage- does the same with Spider.

I believe that in this scene Quaritch does not actually intend to kill Kiri. He is using her as leverage against Jake, but Neytiri is fully willing to take Spiders life here.

*For those of you who have not seen the original extended-cut of this scene, this is completely possible. Neytiri actually puts the knife back up to Spiders throat after Kiri is released. She has to be talked down by Jake so she doesn't kill Spider. I can't find any good clips of this scene but it is usually called "Parents from Hell" and you can find it easily online.

At first, Quaritch says he doesn't care and refuses to back down. Once Quaritch realizes that Spider is in genuine danger though he gives up and releases Kiri. He looks at Neytiri for a moment and he almost looks worried.

He cares about Spider and I think that this is that father/son bond that really makes people think about a Quaritch redemption.

Personally, I don't really have any strong feelings about Quaritches possible redemption. I don't want Quaritch to go full 'good guy' on the Sully's side. I really can't see Quaritch and the Sully family (especially Neytiri) being anything but reluctant allies against a bigger threat.

[naavispider]

Merciless - part 2

(Part 1 here)

In which John Mercer stops by Bridgehead during the events of ATWOW. When he hears of the human boy raised on Pandora with the natives, his curiosity gets the better of him.

The sound of his clunky footsteps echoed down the pristine corridor. John Mercer had never been down in this section of the RDA’s largest stronghold. It all looked the same as what he was used to however; the hallways and signage were presented in a similar layout, and the gleaming metal walls just barely reflected his determined gait as he made his way down to the boy’s cell.

Technically, he didn’t have clearance to be down here, but thankfully for him, years of service and being a veteran of Pandora meant he had fingers in a few very important pies. He stopped when he reached the sign displaying ‘Socorro, Miles’. 

He laughed to himself - Quaritch always did have an extremely large ego. How did he expect to keep it quiet that this was his boy with a name like that? He stopped short of the cell entrance, opting instead for the observation room next door. Stepping into the dark viewing space, his eyes took in the monitors and discarded notes, still attached to clipboards with coffee mug stains on them. He shook his head, marvelling at how amateur the whole operation was. 

Thankfully, no one else was here, so he took a seat behind the double sided mirror. 

It was quiet inside the cell. The boy was in a corner, sleeping with his head resting on his knees. The first thing Mercer noted was how big he was. From what he understood, the kid could only be around 16, yet he was larger than the average fully grown man. Even sitting down, it was obvious he was over six feet tall. And strong too. He was perfectly toned all over without an inch of excess body fat. He was probably in better shape than most athletes. 

Aside from the tarzan-style fashion choices, the boy looked like a formidable opponent in the field. Mercer glanced at the camera footage, playing on one of the monitors while the boy slept, which showed Socorro first being brought in. His suspicions about the boy’s strength were confirmed at the sight of four men struggling to drag him into the room. Socorro used every asset available to him to fight and resist his captors until he was eventually overcome by sheer force of manpower. Curious, Mercer fiddled around to unmute the footage. Had the boy developed language? Could he speak Na’vi or English? It would be interesting to get a glimpse into his psychological state. 

Socorro seemed to scream and shout a lot, most of it unintelligible. That was definitely an American accent though. Interesting. Even the youngest of his previous students never lost their Na’vi accents. Further evidence that the indigenous were less adaptable than humans due to their more constricted vocal chords. 

The tingling sense of excitement that Mercer hadn't felt in a long time started to return. Finding this boy was like finding a goldmine. It would be a complete and utter waste to use him for anything other than research purposes. There was no doubt in Mercer’s mind that the boy held the key to advancements for mankind. Maybe it would even be enough to rebuild his tattered reputation within the RDA and prove once more the worthiness of his projects. It was a sham how TAP ended, and Mercer wouldn’t be blamed for it for one more day. Socorro spelled redemption. 

A warm flare had sparked to life in Mercer’s belly, one he knew too well. It would grow and grow, burning in the background until it finally blazed hot down his veins. 

He took a deep breath, regaining some control over his runaway thoughts. He couldn’t get overexcited. Ardmore wasn’t budging, and neither would Colonel Quaritch. 

Just then, his train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the door clicking. He spun around to see a woman with brown hair wearing medical scrubs enter the dark room. 

“Oh! Sorry…” she said when she saw him, frowning in confusion at his presence.

“Don’t be.” He offered her a slick smile. “I’m only observing.”

“Right…” she still looked unsure as to why he was there, which perhaps explained why she hadn’t moved from the doorway. 

“Please, don’t let me get in your way.”

She entered hesitantly, bringing out a clipboard and viewing the boy from the mirrored glass. Her name badge told him her name was Janine. 

“Is he in good health?” he asked, suddenly concerned there was an unforeseen issue.

She sighed. “Generally, yes. The neuroscanner is taking its toll on him though.”

“What are the side effects?” 

“Headaches, nausea… that type of thing.”

“Anything permanent?”

She turned to look at him. For some reason, Mercer got the feeling that she was judging him. What for, he couldn’t possibly predict.

“No. Nothing permanent.”

The air suddenly became very still and cold between them. Satisfied that the boy wasn’t going to be permanently damaged by Ardmore’s interrogation techniques, he decided that stepping out and introducting himself was better than remaining here with the nurse with a stick up her ass.

As his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the corridor outside, he once more took in the strange sight of the half-naked, feral hybrid sitting behind the glass. 

“Miles?” he asked, his heart beating rather faster than usual. It felt strange to call him that. 

The boy’s head lifted from his knees, and Mercer had to contain his gasp. Miles’s brow was furrowed and the expression of disgust was so akin to his father’s that it threw him temporarily off guard. 

“How are you doing in there?”

The boy’s eyes narrowed in even further suspicion. “Amazing, asshole.”

A sense of humour too - this was the dream project. 

“How long have you been in there?” He kept his tone light, but was careful to fake enough concern. 

Miles scoffed. “Why do you care?”

“It doesn’t look very comfortable.”

The boy scoffed again, shaking his head. “What do you want?”

“I want to introduce myself. My name is John Mercer. I used to work on the Western Frontier.”

Miles scrunched his nose up. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“No,” Mercer chucked slightly. “I suppose it wouldn’t.”

“Whatever,” Miles retorted. “You’re a coloniser. Congratulations.”

“I know why you see it that way. But my line of work was a little more… political than all that. I wanted to build bridges, not tear them down. I did a lot of work for SciOps.”

“You’re a scientist?” The boy didn't look impressed, but Mercer could tell he was curious.

“In a manner of speaking.”

Miles’s eyes were beginning to lock onto Mercer’s. Somehow, Mercer’s words were working. He'd surprised even himself.

“Did you know Dr Augustine?”

Grace Augustine? How the hell did this kid know about her? She died around the time he was born, if Mercer’s timeline was correct. 

“Not personally.”

Some of the fire behind the kid’s eyes seemed to die down at this news. He slunk back against the wall. 

“Listen, Miles-”

“That’s not my name,” the kid hissed. 

Daddy issues too? Perfect. 

“Okay. What do they call you then?”

The boy grinned conspiratorially, as if by withholding his name he’d won some kind of strategic standoff. 

“Okay,” Mercer said slowly. “Your file says Socorro. So let’s use that shall we?”

The kid’s eyes flashed dangerously in his direction, but he didn’t speak. 

“Ardmore’s drilling you pretty hard. You don’t want to give up everything and everyone you’ve ever known. I understand that. But she’s not your problem.”

Socorro was playing the part of the moody, uninterested teenager well, but Mercer knew he was listening closely. 

“The recombinant out there? That’s not your father. And you being here causes him a few issues.”

Socorro glanced up, ill-hidden confusion written all over his face. 

“Think about it. Don’t take this personally, but your existence is embarrassing for him. You shouldn’t have been born. He broke a huge safety protocol and will have to face the consequences. Second, if you’re not going to talk, then you’re useless to him and them. They won’t keep you around for long.” Suddenly, Mercer felt sorry for him. “I know this is a hard situation for you, but there’s no use forming an attachment with someone who’s going to have to terminate you.”

Socorro hissed loudly at this, catching Mercer off guard. He truly was a feral little Na’vi after all. 

“I’m sorry to put it so bluntly-”

But he was stopped in his tracks by a large, cold hand gripping his shoulder from behind and spinning him around, bringing him face to navel with the intimidating figure of Miles Quaritch. 

“What the hell are you doing talking to him?” 

Quaritch’s hand was vice-like on his shoulder, and Mercer tried his best to not let the strain of it show in his face. 

“Colonel Quaritch. I’m afraid I couldn’t control my… professional curiosity. Is there a problem?” He recounted what he had just said to the kid, trying to work out whether Quaritch had a right to be mad. From the looks of him, whatever he’d heard, he didn’t like. 

Quaritch’s face was seething with barely repressed anger, his clipped ears pinned down almost flat against his skull. His eyes darted from Mercer to Socorro, before settling on burning a laser hole through Mercer’s own eye sockets. “Get. Out,” he growled, his voice deadly. 

With that, Mercer was shoved out of Quaritch’s way so forcefully he stumbled and almost fell. Behind Quaritch stood Wainfleet, who Mercer was not surprised to see still acted as his boss’s obedient dog. Knowing his time was over, he stood up straight and dusted down the front of his previously crisp shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles from Quaritch’s grip. 

“Gentlemen,” he said more confidently than he felt, and then turned his back on the cell and the recoms, his mind spinning with everything he had just learned.

It was so interesting to write from Mercer's perspective and give him and Spider some interaction! I have ideas about where this fic could go... but I won't commit to anything right now! As always, big thanks to @hyperfixatedfandomer for being such a huge source of inspiration!

[junohsartdumpster]

I've not actually drawn a Na'vi/Avatar design in literal years, so go easy on me. But I finally got my Recom OC properly drawn.

We got Regina Capperelli, callsign of "Monarch". She'd be a second batch Recom that introduced Reef Na'vi genes into the mix, giving her Recombinant appearance a look resembling the Metkayina.

She had originally been an Italian American Scorpion pilot in service of the RDA Security during the operation of Hell's Gate. Following her death and subsequent "revival", she has undergone a bit of a career change and now works with long ranged weaponry that tends to be too heavy and packs a bit too much power for human use.

Leaning into the "Monarch" symbolism, she has a Butterfly Tattoo running across her upper back.

You might notice she's still kinda in the development stage, but I've wanted to make a Recom since I saw The Way of Water. I'm glad I got it out of my system and onto a canvas.

An alternative version using a background from Frontiers of Pandora.

[pragerswoman]

Hey stinkabutt! Can you do lopez x wild navi?

Where the recoms are on a mission and lopez finds a wild navi in heat and gets attracted to his fear

Degrading

Praise

Spanking

Gun play

Knife play

Braid bonding

Thank you :D

Take it like the wild thing you are

Pairing: Lopez x wild naci

Warnings: smut, MDNI, Nsfw

A/n: Hey hope you enjoy as always 😊thank you for the request 😁

In the dense jungles of Pandora, where the air had the scent of exotic blooms and the distant rumble of unknown creatures, Lopez, a seasoned Recom, found himself on yet another mission. His eyes scanned the foliage, searching for intel on the elusive enemy units rumored to be operating in the area. His mind was as sharp as the blade of his machete, slicing through the dense environment.

Suddenly, the serene ambiance was pierced by a series of erratic clicks and growls that seemed to emanate from the very core of the planet. The wild navi, a creature of Pandorean descent, emerged from the underbrush. Its eyes, gleaming with an eerie bioluminescence, locked onto Lopez. The creature was unlike any Lopez had encountered before - it was a wild navi, untouched by the domestication of the RDA.

The wild navi was in heat, its body pulsing with vibrant hues that signaled its primal instincts. The sight of it sent a shiver down Lopez's spine, not out of fear, but out of a strange, inexplicable attraction to its raw, untamed power. The creature's fear was palpable, a scent that seemed to intoxicate him, filling his nostrils with a cocktail of pheromones and adrenaline. His mind raced with the thrill of the hunt, but he knew this was no ordinary prey.

Lopez stepped closer, his heart pounding in his chest. The wild navi snarled, baring its teeth, but instead of retreating, it stepped forward, its muscles rippling with the tension of its desire to be claimed. Lopez couldn't resist the urge to dominate, to show the creature that he was the one in control. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of its hair, yanking it closer, his eyes never leaving its fiery gaze. "You're mine," he growled, his voice a mix of authority and desire.

The navi's response was a whimper, a sound that was both a challenge and a submission. It thrilled Lopez to the core, and he knew he had to push it further. He wrapped an arm around its waist, pulling it closer until their bodies were flush, feeling the heat of its arousal against him. With his free hand, he drew his knife, the cold steel glinting in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the canopy above. He trailed it down the navi's back, not quite breaking the skin, but leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The creature shivered, arching into the touch, and Lopez felt a surge of power.

With a swift motion, he spun the navi around and bent it over a nearby log, the creature's eyes widening with a mix of fear and excitement. He brought his hand down with a sharp crack against its firm, round ass, watching the flesh jiggle and redden beneath the bruises. The navi gasped, its body tensing before it relaxed into the punishment. "Good," he praised, his voice a dark purr. "Take it like the wild thing you are."

The sound of his gun cocking echoed through the jungle, adding an extra layer of tension to the air. The navi's eyes went wide, and it pushed its hips back, silently begging for more. Lopez complied, his hand coming down again and again, leaving a pattern of pain that slowly morphed into pleasure. He knew that with each spank, he was claiming the creature more and more as his own, and the thrill of it had him harder than he'd ever been.

As the sounds of their encounter grew more fervent, the air thickened with anticipation. Lopez could feel the energy building between them, a primal bond that could only be formed through the dance of dominance and submission. The wild navi's moans grew louder, its body writhing under his touch. He knew that the moment of truth was approaching, the moment where the creature would fully submit to him, and he would claim it in the most intimate way possible.

The tension grew unbearable, the jungle seemingly holding its breath as they reached the peak of their power struggle. The wild navi's eyes searched Lopez's, looking for a sign, a spark of understanding. And when Lopez saw the unspoken surrender in those depths, he knew it was time to take the final step. He sheathed his knife and holstered his gun, his hand moving to the back of the creature's neck, and with a firm grip, he pushed its face into the soft moss of the log. "Tsaheylu," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

The world around them blurred as their spirits connected, the bond of Tsaheylu wrapping them in a cocoon of pure, unbridled passion. The navi's body convulsed with pleasure, its form shifting and morphing as it offered itself up to Lopez. He could feel the creature's soul reaching out to him, eager to be claimed, and he didn't hesitate to take it.

Their connection was fierce and unyielding, a storm of sensations that washed over them both. Lopez's hand moved to the navi's throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep it in line as he pushed into its tight, wet heat. The navi's cries grew wilder, its nails digging into the bark of the log as Lopez claimed it, driving deep and hard, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as the planet itself.

The jungle watched, unblinking, as the two beings became one, their moans of pleasure mixing with the calls of the wild. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air, a heady aphrodisiac that seemed to fuel the intensity of their union. Lopez felt himself lose control, his hips moving faster, his grip on the navi's hair tightening as he neared climax.

And when it came, it was like nothing he'd ever experienced. A blinding white light exploded in his vision, his body shaking with the force of his release. The wild navi beneath him screamed out its own pleasure, its body spasming around him.

As they came down from the peak of their ecstasy, Lopez couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for the way he'd degraded the creature. But as he looked into its eyes, he saw something more than just submission - there was a spark of fiery defiance, a challenge that spoke of its untamed spirit. He knew he hadn't broken it, but rather had earned its respect.

[villainsimpqueen]

Below it Glows Chp 4

Miles Quaritch x Cavi Navi reader.

Fanart made by @nin3kyuu

The navi above is Neykuna (💖smol love💖) The Tsahík and Zayola (✨️Gaint woman✨️) The Olo'eyktan of the Ivonyok Clan!.

Chapter 4 - Her whispers-

Graces school seemed to be doing wonders with the colonists continuing building bridges with the Omaticaya clan as trading deals were being made for resources. Some clan members even joined to learn at the school so that they could translate for their chieftains at meetings with Graces teams.

News of the Avatar program was starting to take off as individuals were now being hand picked by the doctor to work inside of the program and would be functioning these Na'vi human bodies to further gather research and knowledge of the Na'vi ways of life and how to further explore living conditions for humans on pandora. They were being very picky about whose DNA would be mixing with the Na'vi DNA samples and who would be an appropriate fit for the job. There's talk about the Avatar program being a stepping stone for another that the RDA is keeping under tight lips about, whatever it is he was sure that he would catch wind of it sooner rather than later.

The new recruits Quaritch had hand picked out were doing wonders with distributing the hours among his men and it did raise morale despite the mining issues. The colonel did pick up on how even now months out and Augustines team of researchers who made contact with more clans of different Na'vi subspecies that the one he saw months prior had not popped up on the radar. He had thought they were some kind of night Na'vi but as more contact was made with a true nocturnal Na'vi sub species he learned that wasn't the case at all.

"You're still doing the night shift?" Paz's voice called to him from their bathroom pulling him to his current task of getting ready for work. He let out a sigh pulling on his uniform shirt.

"Yes darlin, just for a little longer." He assured her before walking to the bathroom and leaning on the doorframe. He watched as she moved a small device onto the sinks countertop. The electronic device flashed a loading circle for a few moments before it flashed red.

Negative.

The disappointment that grew in his soon to be wifes face made its way to his chest squeezing it as he walked into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around her.

"There's always next time hun." He whispered into her ears words of comfort listening to how her breathing picked up and felt her turn to bury her face into his chest. He moved a hand through her hair softly as he held her whispering nothing but sweet things of comfort to her.

"I would like you home for lunch tomorrow." She whispered, pulling away from him to wipe her eyes and Quaritch softly reached out to squeeze her shoulder.

"I'll be here darlin." He promised her watching as she left the bathroom to sit on the bed staring out the window. Quaritch watched her for a few moments longer before finally grabbing his vest and headed out to the mining operations site. Mask tightly to his face as he walked towards the chained fence that was put up to keep intruders out and towards his work tower. Heading up the stairs he took in the sights of the base and forest, his eyes soon falling towards the site below over the machinery. It had been a few months since his last encounter with the strange Na'vi in the site. Since the Na'vi woman's appearance with other members of her clan, missing equipment hadn't been an issue any longer. In fact there weren't even any more reports of any Na'vi on the site or on the machinery since he had tried speaking to them to leave. The issues on the mining operations site had shifted and now changed.

What was an issue was how the soil that was easy for mining was harder to drill through. They kept hitting missed spots for ore and resources when their Equipment had picked up on large pockets of it days or even now hours before. Frustration was growing amongst the staff and this was an issue they couldn't blame on the Na'vi but the planet itself. Mining operations were being held off as equipment system checks were being issued. Work loads that were none of his concern. He made sure to kiss his fiancé before grabbing his lunch pack and Ecopact and heading out of their unit down the halls of the human base.

Once making his way to the garage heading to the exit he could hear radios playing music and a few men sitting on tool boxes or flimsy chairs drinking and laughing.

"Hey Colonel, want a drink?" A heavily Hispanic accented voice called, making him turn to focus on the small group.

A few of his boys and A few Mechanics seem to have fun with card games. Some scowls on faces indicating who wasn't winning and a few wide grins on others that showed clearly who was.

Quaritchs eyes landed on the young man that spoke, his uniform shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a messily unbutton revealing the gray undershirt below. His tanned skin had gotten a few shades darker since he had arrived at Pandora, the blessed warm sun doing good on him. Quaritch twitched a smile as he turned heading over to the small group.

"I'll take one to go Lopez."

The whispers had began every since Vayion had taken y/n to that place with those strange rocks that had none of Ewyas heartbeat in them. tried to think that it was just her thoughts consuming her but these couldn't be thoughts.

she didn't have thoughts whisper colors of eyes to her to the point where she could see them so clearly.

Eyes that didn't belong to her people.

She never had whispers softly tell her to teach when those eyes found their place in front of her. To take them in under her guidance then send them away.

No, She didn't understand the whispers, Nor did she understand the dreams that took over her mind in her sleep. To teach who? To teach them what? So she found herself entering the most sacred cavern that gleamed with endless sparkles of crystals, her feet lighting up the mossy path as she took a step leaving behind glowing footsteps as she looked up to where she would find answers to her such questions.

The luminous roots tangled and swayed down, with their smaller vined ones floating down with grace for her people to touch and bless oneself with connecting to their ancestors that had passed once more. She approached below them, looking up to their glow and as if the great tree roots heard her thoughts whisper back to them the long swaying vined ones descended down and swirled around her. She grabbed one softly with her other hand grabbing her thickly protected queues and connected them to the root vine.

The whispers only grew louder, surrounding her like the deepest currents did to the sisters that swam too deep in the luminous pools to explore the darkness below.

A wall of words building around her taller than the caverned walls that the strong brothers climbed and vanished from her homelands glow.

And they left her curious as the cousins who had to explore where the great star showed down from aboves led them through the vast mushroom forests.

And as if she was one of Eywas star seers that fly in the night following her dull star, the great mother allowed her to see what those whispers told her for months on end never once stopping.

Blue eyes brighter than the glowing pools that current swimmers swim in stared into her with such a brightness that would make the Star seers believe they were the great star and fall asleep. Eyes that must belong somewhere so high that even the great sky climbers could not ever reach.

So pure and bright, and yet.

Not of her people.

Not of any clan peoples.

Other wordly as if they had come from the unknown places Eywa can not touch, that the great mother refuses to touch, for they are not her responsibilities, they are of her sisters that tend to.

She pulled away from the great rooted tree panting. Ears flared out and slicked back as she stared up at them wide eyed.

Why was the great mother showing her one of her greatest sisters' children?

She stumbled away from the weeping roots and scrambled out of the sacred cavern.

She needed to speak to someone with these whispers. Of the vision of the eyes Eywa had trusted her to see and her alone.

So she rushed through the tunnels ignoring the cheered calls and clicks of clan members. Her tails dragging across the slicken but sometimes sharp walls and ground of the caves. Her own lips smack open as her tongue is beaten against the back of her teeth and roof of her mouth. The sound gliding through the air better than the Arachno'Apteran's on a stalking hunt. Her ears fanning and twitching as the sound bounced off of twists and turns, crystals and moss before entering here ears and showing her a great map of ahead. She did not slow until she was entering the wisest woman of the clan, healing den, her ears perking up her Aunts soft words, also telling her there were others and the words that wanted to rush out of her lips and off her tongue needed to wait.

'"Drink every day until you bleed and you will not bare."'

She had waited as footsteps moved around in front of her, she clicked in warning as the other approached letting the other know she was here and they were getting close to see her. The other clicked back in appreciation as they shifted away.

'"Good glow."' The passing woman had greeted before exiting the Tsahíks healing den.

'"Good glow.'" Y/n spoke back in a mutter before moving deeper into her Aunts den, smells of spiced bark and other minerals hitting her nose. She scrunched it slightly as she moved, silvered eyes moving over the Tsahík mat that had bowls placed in arrangements filled with substances and spices.

'' You had entered here so quickly I had thought you were going to tumble over us.``' Her aunt's voice sounded behind her making the young woman softly smile before sitting down in front of the mat. Her aunt didn't take long to walk past her. silken fabric rustling softly as she moved to sit down.

Her eyes settled on her aunt's face and they faintly flicked to the older woman's long ears. The only other woman around who shared these long and wide elegant ears, for she had Sired Y/n years and years ago before the woman had reached her highest self.

"'What brings you to me, my dearest."' Neykuna spoke towards y/n softly ears perked and ready to hear even the faintest of mutters.

"'I have been..hearing things Auntie..Whispers of eyes."' You had not muttered, you told her more confused as ever.

"'It's been happening since the dull star hit the sacred chamber, they do not stop and they hunt me with words i can not understand."'

your Aunt Neykuna had gasp reaching over to grab you by the shoulders making you look up in hopes that your aunt had in fact heard the same whispers, That she knew exactly what you were telling her about.

"'Do you not see!"' Neykuna had said with a wide proud smile on your face making you hope someone faltered into confusion as her hands cupped your cheeks.

"'Eywa has chosen you to take my place as the next Tsahík. You can hear her like I."' Neykuna had said before moving her embrace away to gather things around her, missing how your ears had begun to falter and slick down. Your aunt had seemed that the visions you had seen and the whispers from The great mothers hushed lips were for you to take her place, not that they were warnings or prophecies.

"'This is a celebratory, I shall tell your mother and Zayola at once."'

Claws scratched deeply into the thick trunk of the giant glow cap taking in the young woman's anger.

The snarl of her fangs mashing made Vayion jump as he watched his dearest friend.

"'She didn't even listen to me!."' Y/n had snarled striking the unmoving trunk with her other hand, claws digging and snatching out chunks of fungus and the claw marks leaking with illuminous syrup that should've been spilt to be collected, not in one's anger.

"'I wanted her to hear of these whispers these visions but she only was concerned of me taking her place!"'

Vayion had flinched at the compulsion of his friend's anger and moved from the glow caps he was lounging on. falling down to the mossy patches where his friend had stood and walked over softly placing a warm hand on her back.

"'Why make her see the things Eywa came to you?"' He questioned watching how his friend stopped her clawed hand still in the glow cap's trunk. She did not fight him off when he ran his hands up to her shoulders twisting her to look up at him as he looked into her silver eyes with his milky white ones.

"'Eywa wants you to listen to her, Not the old woman. The great mother wanted you to see those visions through your own mind, Not hers."'

Her ears had flared open at his works perking up in attention making Vayion smile his toothy grin in return.

"'What do you believe Mother is wanting you to do?"'

She had taken in a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut and ears twitching, listening as a soft wind moved around them. Vayion had no doubts carrying Ewya's whispers and stories with them through the caves systems.

He watched patiently for his dearest friend to open her silvered eyes glowing in the pale glow caps gleam.

"'I think i am to go back to the heatbeatless rocks."'

Vayion paced around, his ears lashing in directions and his tails lashed at the ground, the clicking of his tongue grew more and more as his paced circles grew larger.

Y/n had sat turning her head following the sound of his clicking as an idea of where he was for he had left the path of her sights. His clicking louder and she saw the flash of his striped leg as he grew near once again.

"'We said we would not ever go back.'" He said neutrally.

"'We did."' You had softly spoken back confirming his words. Seeing him enter your path of sight once more. He had stopped clicking his tongue and then turned now facing you, milky eyes gazing over your direction.

"'Why send you there to those strange sounding things who stole her greats stars power?"' He questioned, his voice hushed so that his words did not carry through any echoes. His questioning against the great mother could get him in trouble even if he like you were learning her ways.

"'I believe…She wants me to teach one."' Your voice equally as hushed, not wanting your voice to carry as well.

Your words had only made him start pacing in smaller circles before the sounds of his huffing were made and he came into the lath sight again.

"'Why you? Why not one of the star seers, the sky climbers, The sand dancers, the sun chasers or even the current swimmers?! I understand not the Ash walkers but you? But why?…Why, you? Why have you left the safety of the glows to teach some strange creature?"' There was anger in his tones, concern for your well-being, disbelief of the wishes of the great mother.

But he was correct in his feelings about the weight of your words.

To teach one of those creatures which you can only assume is one of the great mothers distant sisters' children, would mean you had to leave the safety of the great mothers heartbeat caves and caverns. To climb high like the sky climbers to the surface above, to move through the trees like the sun chasers to find the other mothers strange creatures and teach the one with those strange bright blue eyes.

"' I do not know why our great mother gives me this responsibility Vayion, But she plagues me with whispers, creeps into my sleep with her visions, I can not ignore her, I can not ignore our great mother and her chantings of some purpose path she placed in front of me." You told him moving closer to your most dearest childhood friend, a hand bracing his shoulder as you looked up at him taking in his features.

"'I just know deep down That Eywa wants me to find this strange creature with the strange blue in their eyes and teach them her ways. Our ways. Teach them to live in Her embrace." Even as you softly explained yourself to your dearest friend your ears twitching and flaring could still hear the strongest of the mothers heartbeats. As if it was racing faster and faster, you could feel each thrum bounce through the balls of your feet, shake through your tails up your spine to your heart and head. Strumming louder and louder with your own, and you could only feel as each whisper from the tunnel's wind that creeped around every curve of each cavern grew stronger and louder.

When your eyes meet the ones eyes, do not leave them stranded, guide them. Love them as one of your own.

"'I have to go."' You whispered to Vayion feeling a ringing in your ears as you pushed away from your friend. Vayion had made a sound clicking his tongue before his hand grabbed your shoulder.

'"Let me at least take you so that I know you made it to that strange place safely…"' He softly whispered, asking and yet not at the same time leaving you a choice. Vayion your platonic bond never took away your choices, always there to accept and support you in anyway He could as you would do for him. With a turn of your head to look at him you could see the concern in his eyes, how he twitched his lips in it like he always did, his ears slicked back and you could hear the nervous swishing of his tail.

"'I will keep ears away from you, If anyone asks i'll say that your at the glow pools."' He softly added on, offering the aid he can knowing you would not allow him to follow you completely out of the glows. You smiled at him and moved your hand to his squeezing it softly.

"'Just to the heartbeat less rocks tunnels, then I go alone, I will be back before the greatest star rises."' You had assured him, You promised yourself.

You both had moved quietly the occasional clicking of your tongue between your fangs as your ears flared and moved listening to the clacks bounce of the glows around you. Giving your mind's eye a sharp and clear image of what was around you. Your tails drag against the ground occasionally whacking into each other or twitching due to feeling one another's footsteps just a few feet away from each other. The silence was not empty, many emotions brewed into it but you both did not need words to speak them. The occasional touches of your hands grazing each other, the helping each other climb up glow caps and ridges as you both neared closer and closer to the forbidden place you with a few others had agreed to never go back again. An agreement you were now breaking for the sake of seeing what the great mothers whispers wanted you to speak.

Your ears twitched, hearing Vayions movement stilled as you reached an upper ridge clouded by roots of the most greatest trees you could imagine on the surface. You turned cocking your head picking up on the sounds of his breathing chest and the softness of his scent.

'"Please..Come back to the glows safely."' Vayion's words were heavy with various meanings and you knew each one deeply in your heart.

"'I will be back my friend, i promise you..Good Glow."' You assured yourself once more before turning back, clicking your tongue and moving to climb up the thickest of roots closer to the surface like so many of your clans past brothers and sisters had done before becoming clans of their own.

"'Good Glow."'

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chapter 5.

[narrativeglitch]

BEA Program

🌍 What is the BEA Program?

BEA stands for the Bureau of Education and Astrobiological Advancement: Non-military, science-forward initiative developed after the fall of the RDA’s first occupation of Pandora.

It was formed by a coalition of Earth based educators, ex-scientists, and independent humanitarian groups who believed that understanding Pandora required humility, not conquest.

The BEA Program’s mission is to:

Observe and study Na’vi culture with respect and consent

Research Pandoran ecosystems without extractive violence

Train the next generation of humans in ethical exploration, fieldwork, diplomacy, and cross-species communication

It’s basically the "let’s not f*ck it up this time" response to what the RDA did.

🧠 Who's Involved?

Students are handpicked from Earth via scholarships and advanced study programs trained in anthropology, survival, ethics, biology, and more

Instructors include ex-RDA scientists, cultural mediators, and deeply suspicious advisors

Student aides born on Pandora (like Spider and Melissa (OC) ) help bridge the massive cultural gap

Na’vi clans tolerate their presence… but not all of them welcome it

⚠️ What’s the Catch?

On paper, the BEA Program is peaceful. In practice?

 Pandora doesn’t trust humans and for good reason.

 Some RDA operatives are still in the shadows. Not every student came for pure research.

 And some connections especially the physical or emotional kind can cross lines the Na’vi can’t forgive.

What's Next?

BEA Program Field Guide for students

[a-dragons-journal]

I really hate writing posts like this on mobile, but I’m not going to get the chance to write it on desktop for almost a week, so I’m writing this in Google Docs and copying it over and I apologize for any missed formatting errors.

I’m having a real weird time with Frontiers - not bad, necessarily, but weird - and I want to document it to some extent, so here we are. Pretty major game spoilers ahead. Also a quick warning that I am going to get a little mean about trophy hunting; I am aware that on Earth this is a somewhat more nuanced issue (and I really don’t want to get into it tbh), but I am letting myself get emotional here because that’s frankly just not true on Pandora because the situation is different.

This game is giving me a really weird experience, because it’s like… the story is meh until it is not. I’m mostly having a normal time, until I very abruptly am not.

The first round was during the Zeswa clan storyline, when you get into the Lodge. For those who haven’t played or haven’t gotten this far yet, while exploring the Upper Plains and talking with the Zeswa, you learn that the RDA has been poaching animals, hunting and trapping them en masse to ship them or their body parts back to Earth to sell for big bucks, because the people back on Earth will pay massive amounts of money to be able to show off anything Pandoran - often taking whole carcasses, but sometimes just stripping the pieces they can sell and leave the rest to rot. There’s a log from an interrogation wherein they captured a Zeswa and tortured them to try and get them to reveal the location of the graveyard of the zakru, the enormous animals the Zeswa live in symbiosis with, so they can steal the bones and tusks. And when you get into the Lodge, the center of Harding’s poaching operation, there are stuffed animals and animal parts on display as trophies.

I cannot express properly the rage that filled my chest and my throat when I saw that. The outlying camps, with their slaughtered fa’li and aywinzaw in piles, were bad enough. But the Lodge itself, the heads and bodies and bones put on display, animals that were not killed for food or population culls but simply because they could - my throat fills with fire even thinking back on it now. This is not Eywa’s way. This is deeply, deeply wrong.

All right. That’s fine. That’s fine. I can be normal about this. This is a deeper anger than I have gotten out of most media, but it’s fine.

And then there was the second round, during the Kame’tire clan storyline. And let me just say, hoo boy the story very suddenly picks up during the Kame’tire section. There is a segment where you find the place where you and other Sarentu children were held and processed before you were taken to the school the game initially picks up in, where you see what was left behind - cages and shackles the Sarentu were held in, Sarentu toys and clothes and ornaments that were stripped from the children, disinfectant and stark communal showers that were used to strip even their clan’s scent from them. The place is abandoned and empty and hollow, and I… I had to actually take a step back and take a break from it for a minute partway through because I was getting overwhelmed and starting to want to cry, even despite being on call with friends and having them chattering about something unrelated and cheerful in my ear. I felt trapped and frightened and horrified and haunted by memories. And I - look. I am a person that feels a lot with regards to fictional media. I have often said that my emotions are too big for my little body, and fiction is my safe place to feel at 100% capacity where it doesn’t actually have consequences. I am familiar with the emotional impacts fiction can have on me, and they can be big.

I had to actually stop and take a step back and walk away for a couple of minutes and get a snack and engage in an unrelated conversation for a bit to remind myself this was fiction and wasn’t actually happening. I have never had to do that.

And when I escaped that horrible, horrible place and escaped the yavä’ - I came across a Na’vi camp almost immediately and it was horribly jarring, seeing all these people just… living their lives. Talking amongst themselves. Sitting by the fire, sharing food and stories and music. I had to walk back out of the camp and call my ikran just to stroke her head and, in my head at least, hug her and comfort myself for a bit before I could go back in.

And then, after a bit to recover - normal game experience again. Normal level of investment. Normal level of emotional impact.

So… I still don’t think I am Sarentu (or Na’vi of any kind), although the specificity of what hit me that hard makes me pause to wonder for a moment, but hoo boy my alterhumanity related to this world is definitely impacting my emotional experience of this game periodically and it is a wild ride. I am not Na’vi, but being of Eywa, I can live in a Na’vi’s footprints completely enough, at least temporarily, to Know what it is to live this life and walk this path.

That’s the odd thing, about having a hearthome which is so integrally connected that the interconnection is part of the hearthome feelings - I am not Na’vi, but also I know what it is to be Na’vi. I am not ikran, but also I know what it is to be ikran. I am not - you get the idea. I am not, but also I kind of am.

It’s… interesting. And hoo boy it’s a lot in this case. I’ll be fine, but man.

[holyraconteur]

Apologies for accidentally deleting your ask, anon! I’ve been mass-deleting a bunch of weird spam from bot accounts, and unfortunately, your message got caught in the crossfire. Whoever you are, here’s my answer:

Are you interested in a Solo Leveling and Avatar crossover? ;)

Short answer: YES!!!!!! I’m very interested in an Avatar/Solo Leveling crossover AU where Spider discovers a mysterious program that lets him level up and kick ass. That said, he wouldn’t be a carbon copy of Sung Jin-Woo (because that man is the GOAT), but Spider would still be a total badass in his own right. With his natural stamina, agility, and strength from years of running with Na'vi, he’d become seriously overpowered with every level-up. Maybe Eywa has her own version of dungeons that let him boost his stats, and over time, the kid bulks up and hits a growth spurt. Eventually, he wouldn’t need his breathing mask because his body would evolve and adapt to Pandora’s environment with each level gained.

-) Training in secret while balancing his everyday life.

-) “Dungeons” manifested by Eywa, such as corrupted forest areas, rogue wildlife, or sites that need purifying.

-) His power increases, and Spider encounters more RDA soldiers and begins sabotaging their operations using what he learns to ruin their plans using stealth, even going so far as to kill them. His first kill leaves him with nightmares and crippling guilt because this isn't what he wanted, but it's too late to turn back time. He has to protect his home.

-) Internal struggle over his identity, which involves Spider sometimes feeling a little detached from his humanity. Spider is still mostly the same (mostly), but he's colder and more serious to the point that his friends start to notice and jokingly compare him to a boring adult. Spider chuckles at that, but his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, and his laughter is forced. He feels like he's pretending to be himself, and it's driving him crazy. Kiri, Lo'ak, Tuk, and even Neteyam are all just kids, while he feels...less and less like his age.

-) A dangerous dungeon triggers a major power boost but also reveals part of Eywa’s plan, hinting that she is preparing Spider for a larger threat and that Kiri is the key to ending it. He'll need to grow even stronger to protect her.

-) I don't see Quaritch surviving for too long in this au. The scene in Way of Water where the kids are being threatened by Quaritch and the Recoms will probably end with Spider allowing them to kidnap him so that he can be taken inside their base and just straight up slaughter everyone before they can interrogate him. Afterwards, Spider sifts through the gore and blood to steal all the information before setting everything on fire and cutting off his father's head to dump it on Jake Sully's doorstep with a note that says, "My debt has been paid in full. Best of luck to you, Mr. Sully. Goodbye." Dark? Yes. Traumatizing? Yes. But Spider has changed from that kind boy who would never harm a fly. Maybe he'll raise his father's spirit and the spirits of the recoms to serve him. Either way, he did his part and he travels Pandora to grow even stronger while occasionally popping up to help the Sullys out of some more craziness before fucking off again to do his own thing.

Okay, this has gotten long and out of hand, but you get my drift! Does this plot make sense? Absolutely not! Still, I've been a mega fan of Solo-Level since it first came out, and the anime SLAPS. Spider would have his reasons for obsessively leveling up, and it starts off with him wanting to protect his home and friends...and then his desires slowly start to shift outside of just acting like an attack dog.

Anyway, hope this answers your question, anon!

[p4thfindr]

HEADCANON : olo'eyktan / clan leader .

*this headcanon is a divergence from what is established as canon and is important for interactions.

Following the battle for Pandora in the Hallelujah Mountains, Neytiri became the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya clan with her mother, Mo'at, remaining as Tsahìk. Jake was titled as Tsam'eyktan, war leader, and advisor to the clans for conflicts between the Na'vi and the RDA. After the battle, there were still small pockets and branches of the RDA scattered around Pandora and Jake was the lead in removing these pockets as peacefully as possible, escorting prisoners to the ships that would take them back to Earth.

Once the RDA was removed entirely, Jake's position as Tsam'eyktan faded and he became the bridge between the Na'vi and the humans that chose to remain on Pandora after leaving the employ of the RDA. With his knowledge and expertise with human customs, culture, and needs, as well as the trust of the Na'vi, Jake is the sole individual that could advocate for humans without causing undue conflict. With Norm and Max's help, Jake is able to negotiate with the Na'vi clans about where the humans could ethically mine, harvest, and build without disrupting or destroying Pandora's complex ecosystem.

Upon the RDA's return, Jake once again took up the title of Tsam'eyktan, recruiting hunters, healers, and warriors to the Resistance within the forest region and creating communication networks with other Resistance factions across Pandora. Within the Resistance, Jake had the highest authority, within the Omatikaya clan, and as far as clan decisions, that responsibility lies with Neytiri and Mo'at.

Omatikaya Hierarchy

Olo'eyktan > Neytiri

Tsahìk > Mo'at

Tsam'eyktan > Jake

Other councilours or advisors sit here, often other clan leaders who are visiting or provided uturu, ambassadors / representatives for clans or human settlements etc

Forest Region Resistance

Tsam'eyktan > Jake, all Resistance operations within the forest region goes through Jake, he has the final say for any attacks, strategies, etc

Yawem'ekyu > war leaders or consultants, often leaders of their own parties. Neytiri for example would be an aeriel assault leader, leading ikran riders into battle, while Akwey would be the ground assault leader as an experienced pa'li rider and a general in the last battles against the RDA. They would ultimately answer to the Tsam'eyktan

Since Jake's departure to Awa'atlu, the role of Tsam'eyktan has fallen to the Tawem'ekyu as a collective.

[trash-monkey]

Tasheylu (Remake)

(v) a bond, a neutral connection

Chapter 5

"Alex, generation 3 generator manual please." I speck into my watch after returning to the generator room which manual pops up on the hologram and giving it a good look over before starting compare it to the still working generator, fixing anything that needs to be fixed which after a few hours working on it with sweat pouring down my face the noise coming from it sounds a lot better then it was before. I drop the wrench back into the tool box before stand up from my kneeling position on the floor and wip my face with my tank top as I decided to take a break so I flick my wrist making the watch turn it's touchable hologram screen off before strolling back to laboratory where the native is still floating in the tub, I need information about this planet and what happened.

"Alex scan every file..." After stacking all the papers I can find I take a seat on the rolling chair before letting the watch scan the paper before going to read it, it's the paper I saw yesterday about the Avatar program so I decided to actually read it instead of scheming over it like I did.

The Avatar Program was initiated to improve communication with the Na'vi, the intelligent humanoid inhabitants of Pandora. Human volunteers are paired with avatars, which are artificially created human/Na'vi hybrids controlled by persona projection technology. While the human controller remains in a sleep-like state in a psionic link unit, his or her personality inhabits and completely controls a custom-made Na'vil body.

The link is total; the human believes he is actually inhabiting the Na'vi body, with all senses, reflexes and bodily functions fully operational. The avatar body, having been grown in an amnio tank with the help of growth accelerants, has no personality of its own and is inert (except for basic autonomous functions) when not under human control.

Each avatar is specially made using genetic information from its human controller and despite obvious differences in size and physiology is equivalent to its controller's twin. This genetic matching is necessary to allow morphic projection to operate on the alien body; attempts to use unmatched bodies have invariably failed.......

"So, he might be a exact replica of me" I mumbled under my breath when I stop read and falling into thought about the avatar in the tub.

"There must be a file on him here somewhere since he's in the Avatar program." I shot into action wanting to know everything I can about this look alike so I look through all the files wildly trying to find where Avatar drivers files would be even if it'll just be basis information.

"Find it!" I grinned when finding a slim folder of files that is labeled Avatar program drivers and flipped through it.

Hannah

Grace

Jake

Norman

O'Reilly

Levi

"There! Levi Oakley-" I fall silent when seeing my face staring back at me from the picture on the file and after a few moments I finally scanned it before reading.

Name: Levi Oakley

Age: 27

Sex: male

BT: AB-

Height: 5'11

Weight: 150

Medical history: Health looks overall great, in great shape, no history of medical issues and family medical history clean, only two broken bones in his life (arm and ankle).

History: RESTRICTED

Position: RDA, AVRT program scientist member

I read over the information carefully before noticing the sticky note on the bottom of the file in mess handwriting like the person was in a rush.

Note: Avatar never been able to be taken out for a drive as he's was on his way but the Na'vi rebellion won, making all those that sided with RDA to leave planet back to Earth.

"He never set foot on this planet and with no choice his avatar was left to rot away." I said out loud to myself as I stand up from my seat and stroll to into the laboratory where the Na'vi is in the tub, I stuff my hands into my shorts pockets as I stare.

'Like I suspected there's was a up rising of the natives against the invaders and resulting in their almost complete annihilation, a complete sound reason for the native I've met to be angry and hates my kind.'

"Alex, try and hack into the systems here." I asked when I slip a small flash drive from the hologram touch-screen watch and into the USB of a computer when I return to it.

"I want all the files you can recover from this place."

"Of course, Sir!" Alex voice comes from the watch as the computer screen turns on as this room is connected to the room the tub is in so it has a little power in it to work the computers that are in here but it'll make it a slow process with the low power until I can get the other two generators working, with that I quickly scan the rest of the files I have collected before getting back to working on the generators while listening to Alex reading some of the scanned files to me.

Psionic link unit

Commonly known as "link chambers," these transportable casing units are able to link one human to one avatar, maintaining the neurological link and transferring consciousness between the "driver" and his or her avatar.....

Superluminal Communications

Superluminal Communications are used by the RDA on their spaceships and their Hell's Gate colony to achieve instantaneous interstellar communications between Earth and the RDA facilities on Pandora. Even though according to conventional physics like Einstein's theory of relativity state that it is impossible to go faster than the speed of light, the world of subatomic particles is governed not by these traditional theories, but by the chaotic mess of quantum mechanics. There is a drawback, however, in that you can only send three bits of information per hour and it is extremely costly at $7,500 per bit......

Superconductivity

Basic Principles

Ordinary electrical conductivity occurs when the outer (valence) electrons of an atom are not strongly bound and can be freed with very little effort. Metal is the prime example of a conductive material, particularly copper, silver, and gold. However, the resistance of metal wire is not zero. Some of the electrical energy is converted to heat as the current passes through the wire. This requires that an electrical conductor have a large diameter in order to carry large amounts of current, both to reduce the overall resistance and to prevent the wire from heating to its melting point.....

Unobtanium

Unobtanium (pronounced un-ob-tain-ee-um), also known as Ubh-310, is a highly valuable rare-earth compound found on the exo-moon Pandora that is formed volcanically. It is element 120 on the Periodic Table. Its electron configuration is [Rn] 5f146d187s2. Humans mine unobtanium for energy conduction, as the RDA suppresses the development of alternatives on Earth. Additionally, excessive mineral mining in Africa exhausted the planet's natural resources. By the 2140s, Earth is facing an energy crisis integral to feeding its population of 20 billion and powering its cities. Unobtanium is necessary for a wide variety of uses.....