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ladyk8tie · 2 months ago

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Pandoran Pregnancy - Part 3

Sumary: A mini-series detailing the coming of Miles' and Riley's Child

Pairing: Miles Quaritch X Fem!Wife!OC

Trigger Warnings: Disagreements(no agression), Miles being over protective, Sexual Themes(No Sex on any Level), minor depression(?), OC and Miles being Thirsty for each other

Word Ct: 1.6k

Baby Things and Feeling Like a Person

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Riley leaned her forearms on her desk and rocked back in an attempt to alleviate the pressure on her spine. She turned her head to the sound footsteps, smiling at familiar work pants and thigh rig of her husband.

“Hey Babe, What brings you here?” She smiled, righting herself and stretching her arms over her head. Rolling her eyes at his scowl, she turned away to start up again on her work.

“What are you doing here, Darling?” the words were said with barely concealed annoyance. She glanced over at him, before turning back to her notes.

“Research, Miles, I’m doing research” She replied in kind. She heard his sigh and felt him get ready to lecture her. She spun around, hand on her hip, and one on her belly. “No.”

“No?” He quirked an eyebrow at her and tilted his head as he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest, and she resisted the urge to give in to him. Steeling her resolve, she straightened her spine.

“No. I’m not going back to the apartment” She stared him down, her own golden eyes locked on his icy ones, “I’m tired of being in the apartment.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, “I want to go out. I agreed to stop linking because we don’t know how it would affect the pregnancy. I agreed to stay in the apartment when I was high risk” She took a deep breath, running a hand over her belly. Miles straightened from his spot on the counter and moved to stand in front of her.

“I’m just trying to keep you both safe” He leaned his forehead against hers, placing his hands on either side of her, pressing her back against the desk.

“I know” The words came out louder than intended. She paused, running her hand over the side of his face. The rigid scars a stark reminder of the harsh validity of his fear. “I know” she chose to whisper this time, she leaned back enough to look at him. “I just want to walk around….. out of the apartment. And continue researching” She looked up into his cool eyes, stoic as ever. Frustrated tears began to well up.

“I’m feeling stifled, Mies, I sit on the couch all day” She let out a huff. “I don’t SEE anyone besides you and Miranda, don’t TALK to anyone” Wrapping her arms around herself, she stayed in Miles’ loose grip.

“I don’t feel like a person” She finished by pressing her head into his chest. She felt his lips press into the top of her head. He stepped back, lifting her face with both hands.

“Okay” He conceded, “But I must be with you” She groaned slightly, interrupted by his finger pressed to her lips, “Or Miranda, or Lyle. So that I know you have someone with you” She pressed her lips to his, pulling him as close as possible. Whispering a thank you against his lips, she ran her hands down his muscled chest.

Riley jumped slightly at the feeling of being lightly punched. She laughed as it happened again. Under Miles’ quizzical gaze she placed one of his hands on her belly. She watched his face, as she waited for it to happen again. She laughed as his eyes widened when a tiny little punch hit him right in the hand.

“Was that?” He looked down at her swollen belly, mouth agape slightly. She laughed and nodded at his reaction.

“Yeah, a kick, or maybe a punch” She laughed wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. She let out a gasp as a pair of strong hands came up under her thighs, lifting her feet off the floor and settling her on the desk. Warm hands settled back on her swollen belly, the little flutter kicks returning in response.

“Hey, little guy” Miles’ nose brushed against the thin material of her t-shirt, as he knelt down in front of her, “I can’t wait to meet you, you’re gonna have the best mother any little kid can ask for” He tapped his finger against her belly, eliciting a giggle from her, before pressing a kiss to it.

Standing, he took her hand, helping her off the table. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, before going and dropping into one of the lab chairs. The force of which sent him sliding backwards a few inches before he stopped, lifting his feet up and promptly dropping them on the table and reclining back.

“Oooooohh, No you don’t” Riley’s eyes widened at him, as she came and pushed his feet of the table, pulling a laugh from the marine “You know better” She pointed a finger at him, feigning anger before joining him in his entertainment. Leaning over she pressed a smiling kiss to his lips.

“But seriously” She pointed, tapping his nose “Do. Not. Put your dirty-ass boots on my work tables” She patted his thigh before turning to gather a couple sheets of data off the worktable, ignoring the little flutters radiating across her belly.

She went on like this for a couple of minutes. Referencing and cross-referencing the data from Grace with her own, before feeling a cool pair of eyes on her. Turning around, she came to find Miles trailing over her. She rolled her eyes slightly with a slight laugh, but she did nothing to hide the pink that bloomed across her cheeks.

“You have nothing better to do?” She giggled

“What?” He shrugged “Watch my beautiful, loving, genius of a wife and mother of my child in her absolute element?” He had stalked over to her, pining her against the table gently. “There is literally nothing better to do than this” Warm air fanned over the shell of her ear as he growled in her ear, sending a thrill up her spine. One of his hands trailed up her side, leaving heat in its wake, before abruptly pulling away.

“Asshole” She mumbled, turning back to her work. Hearing the slight roll of wheels under his laughter as he sat back in his chair. They fell into silence, save shift of papers and scratching of pencil. Every once in a while Riley would hear Miles’ MiniPad go off followed by an annoyed huff. A soft clink as she moved vials from other scientists out of her way, a ping as Miles moved from one app to another.

She lost track of time in the array of numbers and formulas. Only pulled away at the sound of a throat clearing. Setting her current computations to the side, she focused of her husband over her shoulder.

“You alright, Honey?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Miles was staring back at her, arms crossed over his large chest. Tilting his head side to side in thought.

“I was thinking” He drummed his fingers on his bicep, “We haven’t talked about names yet” He looked at her expectantly. Riley flushed under his gaze, giving a shrug, she turned back.

“I haven’t thought about it much” That was a lie. She’d thought about it quite a lot. But instead, she busied her hands with shuffling the papers in her hand.

“Why’re you lying to me, Mama?” He didn’t sound annoyed, just confused as to why she wasn’t being fully honest with him. She turned back, leaning against the table, folding her arms over her chest.

“Fine, I’ve thought about it a lot” He gestured at her to continue. Letting out a sigh, she ran a hand over her bump. “For a boy, I’d like to follow my family’s tradition” Miles’ nodded at her words, as if deep in thought.

“And that tradition is?” His eyebrow quirked slightly. She ran her hand through her hair, pulling out the band holding back the strands in the process.

“I wanna give him your name” She looked back up at him, “My grandfather was a junior, so was my uncle. Mom and Dad planned to give me his name if I had been a boy” She shrugged, as if it wouldn’t crush her if he didn’t like the idea. As he simply stared back at her, her heart began to race.

“That ain’t a bad thought” Miles rubbed his fingers over his lower jaw, “I actually quite like it” He broke out into a grin, as she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, smiling back at him.

“But—” He held up a finger at her, “I wanna name our daughter if we have one” She nodded at him, grin growing even wider. She stood there for a moment just looking at him.

He always looked so handsome with a smile, and the way it softened his sharper features. Her eyes trailed over the side of his face to the scars lined the side. He had gotten them on his first day on this moon, an encounter with a lone viper wolf. That was the day he took an intrinsic wariness to being here. His hair always kept high and tight, now grey rather than the darker blond it had been. Down over his large chest, even on earth he had cared quite a lot about his fitness, even more so on pandora. To the eagle tattoo splayed across his large bicep, he’d had it since long before they met claiming the only other on he’d get would be their children’s names. Lord only knows how he’d manage that now.

Damn, she couldn't wait to watch him be a father. To hold their child, rock them to sleep. Those strong arms cradling something so tiny, so fragile.

“Like what you see, Mama?” He smirked at her, as if he knew exactly where her mind had was wandering. Sticking out her tongue, she turned back to table, grabbing a book of the corner.

“After sixteen years, you know I do, Colonel” She laughed out the word, loving the sound of his own laugh joining hers.

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A/N: Finally Fleshed out Part 3!!!!!! Now to work on part 4! Please like and comment. Let me if there's any other aspects of their life you'd like to see!!

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whxre-bxby · 2 years ago

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Recom Mansk x Recom f. Y/N

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"Greeting Death With A Smile"

Summary: Mansk is present on the boat for the last fight against Sully and Neytiri. He gets wounded and thinks he’s going to die alone. Luckily you find him in time, but you don’t know if it’s already too late.

WARNINGS: uhm TEARS, ANGST, Death, Blood, Violence tiniest bit of sad fluff, I’M BALLING MY EYES OUT WHILE WRITING THIS I THINK THAT SAYS ENOUGH

(Like, read at your own risk cuz I’m in pain I miss him sm)

Word Count: 4102

If u wanna feel even sadder i recommend you listen to (When it‘s cold I‘d like to die alone) it helped me cry my eyes out to the point that the tears burned my skin :)

Quaritch was giving instructions while, Lyle, Z-Dog, Prager, Mansk, and I stood close and listened. We were the only recom’s that I knew were alive. All the others had since been killed but since new things always kept happening, we couldn’t let our guard down and there was no time to mourn.

I had to run past Ja who lay lifeless on deck and it made me feel sick. I felt the urge to at least pull his body somewhere else but I knew we didn’t have time.

We had two of Jake’s kids hostage here with us and the Colonel was trying to get him to turn himself in for his daughters.

I sighed, not knowing whether I would live to see another day. I wasn’t even sure why I was doing this or whether I thought it was right. But as a marine, you’re taught to listen to orders, even if you don’t agree with them. Listen and obey. That’s how you become a good soldier. And definitely never doubt your superior because they know what they’re doing.

Deep down, I did doubt it though. Not just Quaritch’s plan but this whole mission. Our existence. It was all still a big mess to me.

“Hold fire!” Quaritch orders as we watch him and Spider dive back into the water.

“He’s comin’.” he added, turning to me and another human soldier.

I pin my ears back and hold back a shiver from the cold. My clothes were wet but ignored the feeling and focused on holding my weapon ready.

“Let’s get this guy.” Quaritch said like it were the easiest thing in the world. My ears perk up. I listen even though I doubt. Even though I don’t understand, I listen.

“It’s what we came here for.” the Colonel keeps talking, looking at everyone around him.

I notice how all of us are no longer fully with him. Prager and I exchange looks but with no expression because we are both in denial of our doubts and worries. Pretending they aren’t real.

Even Lyle doesn’t nod along to his superior's words like he usually would. He would always back up everything Quaritch said but now he just stared at the ground, holding his gun and letting the Colonel’s words go in one ear and out the other.

Mansk looks at us and I can tell he has the same problem. We aren’t convinced but what option do we have? We’ve already done so much harm here. Once again. There’s no turning back because we’re marked down as the enemy for every single Na’vi on this planet.

We aren’t wanted here so we must listen.

To be completely honest, when I look at Quaritch one may think he knows what he’s doing. But I also occasionally catch a glimpse of doubt in his eyes. As if he weren’t sure why he would want to do this. Maybe he isn’t. I know damn well most of us hate the humans we used to be but we can’t do anything about it.

He claps his hands together and his confident expression returns. He tells us to take our places and I look at the ground before going to cover my area of ground.

We waited in silence for Sully to arrive and within the next few minutes, something exploded on the top deck. Prager and Z-Dog ran up the steps while I stayed on the lower deck with the rest of the team which is also where our hostages were.

My ears flick in multiple directions as I hear screams and I see Neytiri land on her Ikran. Her presence here meant death to many. Perhaps it would be me too.

Bodies start falling and I run over to pull a few soldiers out of the fire. Quaritch retreated to take cover close to where the two kids were while Lyle and Mansk continued to cover their ground.

Someone shouted ‘Eyes up’ and I saw Jake and Neytiri land on the lower deck now. That meant they wiped out the entire top deck already.

I see Lyle and Mansk still standing and am about to go to them when I hear a scream of agony behind me. An injured soldier covered in flames. Without thinking, I run to him, pulling him away from the oil-covered metal pole and helping him put out the fire on his leg. He’s missing his other one.

He lets his body fall back and sighs a little in relief, seeming to not feel the pain of his missing leg due to shock. I know he won’t make it through this. There is no one here to help. Everyone is trying to live.

Quickly, I turn around and that’s when I see Lyle get pushed over the rail by Jake who turns in the opposite direction of me. Mansk is no longer in sight.

I leave the wounded man behind because he passed out and I wouldn’t be able to help him anyway. I also just happened to care slightly more for Mansk and Lyle.

I jog over to a large red metal pole, keeping my gun raised an looking around. Maybe a recom was injured and needed aid or perhaps I could spot either Jake or Neytiri and get at least one of them down.

I press myself against the side of the column, looking over my shoulder at the rail which Lyle fell down. His body looked limp as it fell, making my gut wrench. Probably nothing I could save.

Suddenly I hear a distant shout.

“Y/N!” the voice of the Colonel echoes through the blood-stained walls of the ship.

I flinch and just as I go to turn around, my knee is kicked in and I’m hit in the head with the base of a gun.

I fall forwards and my body summersaults over a rail. My movements stop for a split second until my weight rolls to one side and suddenly I’m falling again. I land on the hard ground with a big thud which sends immense waves of pain through my body.

In a state of shock, I look up at the hole I was pushed in but no one is standing there anymore.

Slowly I get up, holding my side. I can’t move properly. I think I broke or at least cracked a rib. The lights in here are broken and since only a few work, it’s very dim.

I look up and notice I’m not alone.

Mansk couldn’t comprehend what happened fast enough. His heart dropped when Jake pointed the gun at him but luckily he ran out of ammo. In the next second, he lost his balance and hit his head on a metal pole next to him, falling over it. He saw Jake take his gun and launch it away before his upper body started tilting back.

His upper body was resting over what seemed to be a dent in the ground but as he slowly turned in pain, he realised it went further down. Mansk felt as though he was slowly falling through the ground but he couldn’t prevent it because his eyes kept blacking out. He saw how he slowly fell into darkness and his feet lifted into the air, falling with him into the void.

The sound of gunshots and shouts was distant now and he lay at the bottom of the hole he didn’t see before. Light reflected inside from the fire above but it wasn’t strong enough to help him see.

He groaned in pain, slowly lifting his injured body off the ground and pushing himself against a wall so that he was sitting upright. Mansk saw his shades on the ground next to him and noticed they were broken.

He once made a joke that he would die with them when Lyle teased him about constantly wearing them. Maybe it was time.

His head would drop in the direction the ship tilted as he lay limp against the cold metal.

Mansk shouted for help, calling out the names of the people he thought might still be around but there was no answer. No one heard him.

His vision became blurry and when he looked down he saw his abdomen was covered in a small puddle of blood. Whether it was his he didn’t know.

But he wasn’t afraid he would die. This is how he imagined it. He knew very well that one doesn’t mourn death in the military on Pandora. Mansk was ready to close his eyes for the last time and die alone, in peace. After all, it was his fate. Even though he hadn’t accomplished his mission, this is what always awaited him.

He lost track of time and seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness every few minutes. What woke him up was a scream which came from right above him and a thud of a body which landed a few feet from Mansk. His eyes managed to open and he saw a blue figure. Blood pumped through his veins as the feeling of fear returned again but once he noticed the U.S uniform, he dropped his head back in relief. It wasn’t Jake or Neytiri.

I whine out in agony as I straighten my posture and see Mansk sitting and leaning against a wall. My face brightens and for a second I forget about the pain.

“Mansk!” I shout, leaning back down on all fours and hugging my waist while looking up at him. He lifts his head and his eyes widen when he sees me.

“Y/N?” he asks, but his voice sounds weak. I smile, feeling relieved he’s alive and that I’m not alone.

“Oh thank god, I thought everyone was-” I say, crawling over to him before my hand comes in contact with a small puddle of fluid. I want to shake if off my skin but when I glance down I notice its colour. It’s not water, it’s blood. And it’s not mine but his.

My heart sinks when my eyes move higher up Mansk’s body, noticing how his blood has drenched the clothes on his stomach. When I look up at him he’s gazing at me with half-lidded eyes. Just above them, a new trail of blood is forming and slowly drizzling down the side of his face.

“Oh, Mansk…” I whisper, ignoring my own pain and kneeling next to him. His eyes follow me as I move around him and he looks weak and exhausted. I don’t think he can move much more than his head.

“Where are you hurt?” I ask, gently lifting his arm to check whether the blood is coming from his side.

“I don’t know…” he whispers, barely moving his lips or jaw. His eyes occasionally close while I apply pressure to check where the pain is coming from.

I hear him hiss through clenched teeth and I gently return it to its previous position. “Sorry,” I whisper.

He breathes heavily through his nose, looking down at himself. I notice how the blood doesn’t seem to stop.

“Come on, we need to get you back.” I softly say, lifting his arm over my shoulder. But I didn’t know how to get out of here, I was just hoping that the darkness would lead to a door which could lead us outside.

“No.” he breathes out and his body tenses. I freeze my movements and look at him.

“You can’t stay here Mansk.” I say, trying to motivate him to see if he can get up.

“I can’t move.” he whispers, biting down on his teeth as he tries to pull his arm from my shoulder.

“Y/N, I can’t feel my legs…” His jaw trembles and his voice breaks a little. His words go straight to my heart, seeming to tear it in two.

I look away, furrowing my eyebrows together while I convince myself that there must be another way. Quickly, in hopes of helping him, I lean over his body and apply pressure on his big wound to try and stop the bleeding.

I feel the corners of my eyes sting and my nose itch. The common sign that showed me I was about to tear up.

Mansk sighed and when I looked up at him he was softly smiling at me. It wasn’t a happy smile, but an appreciative one.

Mansk knew that what you were doing wouldn’t save him, but your attempt made him smile. Knowing you cared enough about him not to leave him behind warmed his heart as it slowed its beating.

“Stop looking at me like that, I’m gonna get you out of here.” I say, having to look away because otherwise, I might just break down. But my words didn’t seem to convince Mansk at all. They just refreshed his fading smile.

Even if we would somehow make it out of this room, our chances of dying were probably worse on deck because Jake and Neytiri were still there. And if they weren’t, there was no way we could get off this ship. We were both too wounded to fly our Ikrans. It wouldn’t work.

With the next inhale he tensed up and coughed while I steadied him and kept him sitting upright. His legs were motionlessly laying on the floor in front of him while his chest heaved. I noticed him cough out a few drops of blood which is what did it for me. Mansk wasn’t doing well and my hopes of him surviving were dying out.

“Thank you…” he whispered as his cough finally retreated. I look up at him through glossy eyes, wondering what he meant. I wasn’t going to let him see me cry, because crying would be acknowledging that he wasn't going to make it. As long as I held them back, there was still hope in me.

“I thought I’d-” he said, being cut off by gasping for air. “...die alone.”

A smile formed on his lips again as his eyes remained fixed on my face.

Mansk knew all recom’s were something close to friends but he didn’t think he ever had anyone close enough to him to stay with him through his last moments. He expected to be left behind somewhere, injured and no longer deemed as useful.

“Come on Mansk, don’t give up on me.” I say, my forced calm voice breaking as I feel my bottom lip begin to quiver.

“I’m glad you’re here…” he struggled to say, forcing the words out of his pained chest while keeping his faint smile. It was slowly fading again.

I gasp, pressing my lips together to not lose it. I reach for his limp and blood-stained hand and hold it between both of mine. Feeling how cold it is has me fighting back tears.

I shiver from shock and pain. My broken rib was poking me and it hurt like hell.

"I can't save us." I whisper to myself, my voice trembling.

Suddenly, I feel how my legs are wetted and I look down, dreading to see blood but this time it is water. The room was slowly tilting to one side and the water was flowing in from the other side of the room. Mansk had noticed it too.

“You-” he said before coughing up more blood and I lost it. “You need to go.” he said, his voice sounding pained and forced. I knew he was suffering but I couldn’t let him die here.

“I’m not leaving you, Mansk.” I whisper, pressing his palm against my cheek. The tears blur my vision before spilling down my cheek, burning my skin a little.

“You can- live.” he says, swallowing back a cough while he struggles to breathe.

I clench my eyes closed, not wanting him to leave me as well. I knew Mansk for a long time and even though we were never really close, he had been a part of my life since I arrived on Pandora. We rarely talked but we knew we had each other's back and it didn’t cross my mind that I could lose him during this war. Now that I was face to face with the aftermath of violence, I was crumbling down. He meant too much to me, I couldn’t let him go.

“Don’t worry about me.” I whisper, forcing a trembling smile onto my face. I point to the opening of the hole we fell through. “I’ll get out there.” I say and his eyes slowly drift from my face to the opening in the ceiling and then back to me. He doesn’t seem sure of it but he doesn’t question it any further. His movements become so faint that I notice his presence slowly fading away. Mansk’s eyes slowly unfocus from my face and I reach out and cup his cheek while tears continue to spill from my eyes.

“Mansk-” I sob, trying to stay composed in front of him. He blinked, opening his slowly closing eyes a bit more and looking at me again.

“... stay with me, come on.”

My fingers gently tap his cheek while the water on the floor mixes with his blood.

Mansk opens his mouth to say something but he can’t push out a single word and instead, he slowly struggles to inhale before closing his mouth again.

I hold his palm against my chest, roughly where my heart is as I try to keep his attention on me.

“Please, don’t do this to me…” I sob, clutching his hand. He stares at me and his eyes look sad but he can’t say or do anything.

“Mansk, please you’re all I have left.” I cry out, dropping my head down before looking up at him.

“Thank you…” he repeats and ever so faintly whispers. He was grateful I was by his side because in truth Mansk did want to live. Mansk wanted to wake up to the morning the next day and be with everyone else. But that wasn’t possible. Not only because he was slowly dying, but because everyone has had since probably died.

I rub my thumb over his cheek, trying to comfort him. He’s looking into my eyes and furrows his eyebrows together a little as if he were confused about whether my tears are actually for him. Like he didn’t think he was worth my pain.

Mansk looked at me almost apologetically and his lips parted while he tried to get more air into his lungs. I couldn’t see his chest heaving anymore but I felt so mild air fanning from his mouth with small exhales.

I bit down on my lip, watching him and needing proof of life every few seconds.

He’s staring at me, grateful he wasn’t left alone and I notice how his eyes start to unfocus again. I gently tap his cheek, waiting for his eyes to readjust like they did last time but this time Mansk’s head is slowly falling to the side and into my palm. His eyes fade out and stare into nothing as they move from my face to the empty space behind me. His soft breath stopped fanning against my hand and his face was no longer contorted in pain or sorrow. It was blank and relaxed.

Mansk’s hand slowly drifted off my chest and loosely fell on his lap.

I wanted to scream and call his name but all words got stuck in my throat and I held onto him while my mouth gaped open. Tears fell from my face onto his now lifeless and numb body.

His blood continued to colour the rising water around me red. It had already overflowed his legs and reached up to his waist.

I held on to his body, pressing my face against his shoulder and crying my eyes out.

At this point, I had lost absolutely everyone and everything. We couldn’t return to family on Earth because we were Na’vi and now we had all lost each other.

Z-Dog lay on the top deck with a bow in her hip and one in her face while the ship started to slowly sink.

Prager lay on his side, motionless with a spear through his chest.

Lopez’s body had now sunk to the bottom of the ocean after he was shot by an arrow.

Walker, Zhang and Fike both had been shot down by arrows too.

Warren and Brown got an axe in their body.

Ja I had left behind after he was killed by the Tulkun.

Lyle was floating in the water, struggling to stay above the surface.

I didn’t know where Quaritch was but I knew he couldn’t help me.

And Mansk… lay bleeding out in front of me, lifeless and cold. His head was tilted to the side and I knew that he was gone. I could never talk to him again. I would never see him again. I know even if I survived, they wouldn’t retrieve his body and he would stay here and sink with the ship.

The water was filling the room more rapidly now but I still clung on to Mansk, crying his name.

I noticed his broken shades floating in the water and picked them up.

Remembering how much he liked to wear them I steadied his head and carefully put them on him after closing his eyelids. He would have thanked me if he could have for this.

My body was shaking but I knew I was going to die here too if I didn’t leave soon. I get up and the water reached up to Mansk’s neck already. It was gushing in from a half-open door on the other side of the dark room.

I look up, making sure the exit is still there but suddenly I see the water start flowing in from the top. The entire room is slowly turning over and the water flowing on deck has managed to push over the door which now completely closed off the hole we were in.

The room gets a lot darker and the water is leaking in from the side and from the top.

I groan out in pain through my sobs. I have tears staining my cheeks and my nose became runny and stuffed. This isn’t how I wanted things to end. We were finally starting to enjoy being alive on Pandora and now we died because our past selves made us finish something they couldn’t.

I look back at Mansk and see that he is fully submerged in the water now. I cry out, hating how helpless he is and how helpless I feel now. My side aches even more and I clutch my broken rib, trying to bite back the pain. I wouldn’t be able to swim in this anyway.

Within minutes, my feet are no longer touching the ground and my head is bumping against the ceiling. I’m crying out for help in pain but no one can hear anything over the noise of the flowing water. I wonder if anyone is still alive but I highly doubt it. There is a crack in the wall which is letting the oxygen in the room be replaced with water. I struggle to swim and keep my head above the surface.

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But then I ask myself, why I’m fighting? There was no use to it. Everyone was gone and I was stuck and injured.

I deeply inhale one last time before the entire room is submerged in water. My eyes open and I peer down at Mansk, who is lifelessly half laying at the bottom.

Since I’m going to die I might as well join him there so neither of us has to be alone.

I swim down with the last of my strength, watching how the last few bubbles of air escape his slightly parted lips. My hand once again reaches for his and I hold on to it for some form of comfort before I face upwards and let all the air I have to escape my lungs.

I start choking and look at Mansk. The light specks on our skin were slightly illuminating the water but his were more faded. I looked closer and watched how the light slowly vanished from him, one dot at a time.

It wasn’t long before I started drowning and a few minutes later, my lifeless, artificial blue body sunk down and joined Mansk on the floor of the ship.

Our bodies would stay here, most likely forever since all the death here was just a failed mission.

The lights from my body had now disappeared too and we were dragged down to the bottom of the ocean along with the ship. All because some humans wanted us to finish what they couldn’t.

So there I lay, greeting death with a smile once again, in hopes of meeting Mansk someday and somewhere far from here.

(I'm going to try and make some art to this)

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