Disclaimer: AVATAR and all things therein are the property of James Cameron. You should know this already.
Okay, I have had the idea of a human centered story bouncing around in my head for a while, but it didn't come together untill I was inspired by a work by Livio27 on DA. The charicters from a drawing by ObsidianOrder also appear. Who'd have thought a search for "AMP Suit" on DA could inspire a story. Well, let's get on with it, shall we?
Four AMP suits stood on a high, barren ridge, somehow not looking out of place. The forest stretched out below them, divided by the Great River. In the distance one could barely make out the floating mountains. The scene might have been called beautiful, but it took one's breath for a completely different reason. A massive, burning scar marred the forest below.
"My God, they actually did it." Said one young pilot, "K. JENKINS" was stenciled just below the canopy.
"This aint right." Replied another, "S. HUTCHINS", her voice solemn.
"Well, what do we do now?" Came one "D. FORRESTER", the recognizable sign of a red cross on his suit's shoulder.
"We fight. Until we win, or we die." Responded the last, "R. DUNCAN", his voice determined. Three chevrons decorated the shoulder of his AMP.
"We might want to decide what side we're on first." said Hutchins.
Duncan grinned, "The side the fighting's better on."
"The losing side." Stated Forrester.
"Yeah," Replied Duncan, "you in?"
… "Yeah… I'm in."
"Same here." Added Jenkins.
"Always." Declared Hutchins.
"Well then, let's get going, there might be survivors. Put your suits on low power, we'll need to save as much fuel as we can."
With that, the four began making their way down. Each knowing that now, there was no going back.