Title: Flight
Author: MinaRobins
Fandom: Avatar, The Movie
Pairing: Trudy Chacon/ Neytiri
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pre-Movie. Trudy arrives on the Pandora with the first group of miners. She is the first to fly into the hallelujah mountains and first military personnel to join the into the Avatar program. AU. Follows movie story line…kind of :3. Main narration from Trudy's point of view.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of this epic movie
Author's note: I tried to get everything according to the movie. But watching it only once means I will be relying heavily on memory. Archiving is allowed but only with the permission of the author.
Humblest thanks to nickelwit. Thank you for your continue betaing and insights on all of Flight. My Second in Command. I salute thee! 3
Flight. Part one
Have you've ever flown? Really taken a plane of some kind and soared? Well I have, it was what I was born to do. The one thing I adored and loved. Before Pandora I was the best pilot Air Force ever had. And the best are most often sent to the worst situations.
The mission was simple enough, my squad was order to go deep undercover and infiltrate a terrorist group composed of anarchists going by the handle of Zero-One. We were to send out Intel on their operations and scope out the main base's local and air defence network for the eventual air strike that would leave it a smoking crater. What sucked was the fact my squad got stuck with babysitting the First Minister's son.
Bishop Coftin.
The son of a gun was the type of cocky that'd only military families could construct. Pride a mile long with enough blood relatives in high places to ensure him slack wherever he went. If the relatives couldn't protect him the military was still in debt to their generations of sacrificial service, at least enough to turn a blind eye to Bishop's misdeeds once or twice.
Second chances for every test, for every course.
Well guess what, life doesn't give "second chances".
Shits for brains got our cover blown by the third month of a supposed 2-year cover. Identities that took months and hundreds of thousands of dollars to construct became useless in an instant.
Special Operations Command assembled twenty of the best from all branches of service for this mission. Four of us made it out. The sixteen casualties were the only ones accounted for the official filed report. The fixers, informants and sympathizers that helped us along the way have all wound up dead. But of course they remained nameless, worthless and forgotten by everyone but us.
The families were screaming bloody murder over their lost relatives. The twenty so people consisted of fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters so young they shouldn't have been allowed to suffer with us. The government demanded accountability for the squandered lives and millions of taxpayer dollars for a three-month operation that produced nothing. Unless you count Zero-One's propaganda victory.
Of course Bishop was not going to be the one to the fall for his failure. No, he got special treatment for everything in life. Including an escape from punishment and if anyone were the wiser they would be paid to keep quiet. If the black money wasn't enough then surely a cold bullet in the head would do the job.
A scapegoat was needed to protect the First Minister's precious son.
How did things go for the scapegoat?
Well let's just say no one wanted to hire me anymore. Dishonourable discharges tend to have that affect...
My medal's stripped off and my honours renounced. I was furious that they used me as an excuse, but it didn't come as a surprised. What pissed me off the most was how they clipped my wings. My name was trashed and credibility blown to hell. Not one presentable place was willing to take a pilot that had so 'royally' fucked such a critical assignment.
That's when he showed up in my third rate apartment. Colonel Miles Quaritch. Said he had a chance of a lifetime for me.
If I was willing to risk it all.
I had laughed in his face and asked him what I could possibly have left to loose. My family was long gone and the relationships I had built in that rotton little orphanage didn't survive when I enlisted into the Air Force. The one thing I loved to do in life was no longer an option for me.
What more did I have to lose?
I had gritted my teeth as I growled a 'Bring it' at his square face.
He said he liked my spirit and he could use someone like me. Of course my identity would be changed. My records stated I had enlisted and worked only for the Marines.
His eyes were cold and calculating as he informed me of a moon named Pandora.
I was told I would been given a second chance there. Naturally my identity would need to be changed first. He wasn't going to give a disgrace a second chance. My records would be altered. On paper, I was and always had been enlisted in the Marines. Gone was all trace of my Air Force career.
Ironical isn't it. How I had lived by the fact that life gave no second chances.
But this chance was in hell. Every thing in this world wanted to kill me.
Pandora consisted of only one law.
Straight and simple.
It was to kill or be kill.