This work of fiction is written purely for my own amusement and enjoyment. I do not wish to make any profit off of it or recieve any compensation. All of the characters in Avatar and the story are intellectual property of James Cameron and Lightstorm Entertainment.

Project Tìrey

Chapter 1 Destiny

Throughout my life I had always dreamt of visiting the far off world that had become known as Pandora. I knew that one day, I would find my way onto one of those space ships and be one of the few in the Billions of Humanity that would have the privilege to say that they had been to the first habitable planet, or more technically moon, that Human kind had ever discovered.

I was born Micheal Anderson to University Professors living in the Greater Washington-Philadelphia Metropolis. It was one of the better Mega-cities at that time, being that it was the nations capitol. Crime was not as rampant as it was in the larger hell-holes and there where many historic building dating back centuries nestled between the skyscrapers, allowing a glimpse back before this age of steel and glass. I grew up going to good schools and had parents that fostered an interest in history and passed on to me their love of knowledge. With both of their tight long work schedules I often found myself hopping onto the maglev subways after school to visit the Old Library of Congress or many of the other physical libraries that had yet to be deemed a waste of prime building space and demolished. I spent my teen years browsing and checking out antique volumes, somehow always finding my way back to the science fiction racks in the sub-basement. Somehow these antique books, however outdated their view of the future, sometimes who's date had long past, reminded me of the dream of Pandora.

What really awoke the passion in my mind began one day when I discovered a box of misfiled 60 year old video modules entitled "Great Sci-Fi of the 20th century". My curiosity peaked, I checked them out after a strange look from the Librarian, as if I had just handed him a papyrus scroll. After a trip to two different electronics salvage depots to find the components to construct a reader for the modules, I found my self enveloped by long forgotten film and television programs from more than a century ago.

I eventually graduated university with a degree in electromechanical engineering with the hope of getting a job with one of the big industrial machinery firms that supported the RDA, and found one at the Newport News Industrial Complex. I spent two years working for them, building mining machinery then aircraft in their secondary production facility, all the while keeping a running list of my skills in the back of my mind for my job application RDA's Extrasolor Colony 1.

The opportunity finally arrived for what I had spent my entire life for, the next scheduled trip on an outbound ISV. I had submitted my application for employment six minutes after the automated employment system opened up, and considering that employees of RDA and their subsidiary corporations where given first consideration, I knew I had a good chance of getting a cryo tube on that ship.

Two days later I got the response from RDA, they saw me as the perfect candidate for a replacement mechanical/computer technician for the base security and mining operations, considering the similarity to my current job description and responsibilities, and those on the base repairing equipment that differed little from those I had been building on earth.

So with four months of training ahead of me I found myself contemplating how long I would be away from earth; four, six, eight years? Did I want to spend the rest of my life there? I came to the conclusion that if humanity was going to reach for the stars, we may have to leave Earth behind forever, at least until the possibility of Alcubierre drive or artificial wormholes moved beyond some physicists calculations in a supercomputer. I found though the exact opposite attitude in the other recruits for the base replacement staff. They where expecting to do their six years and go back to Earth. I couldn't imagine going back to the ecological desert that was Earth after Living on Pandora. I should have known that Feeling would change my life in ways I could not expect.

So the time finally came, I had a week off before I would leave in a Valkyrie with only a duffle bag of personal belongings and no Idea when I would ever return. So I decided to get rid of everything I owned. I sold all the furniture and my media center so I would have more credits if I ever needed something in the colony, and most of my personal possessions I gave to friends and family, with the condition which they insisted on; that they would give it all back to me after my return journey. I found myself looking at all of them over our farewell dinner they had thrown for me, wondering how they would look when, if, I ever got back. I would be a decade younger than all of them, whatever our ages then, frozen and unthawed twice to be hurtled through the vast emptiness of space.

I was sitting In my apartment with the few things that I now owned and would be taking with me, A new top of the line portable computer, a holomemory module that I had transferred all of the music I could to, and a slightly less antiquated video module I had cloned those century old TV shows and movies to all those years ago before I had to return them to the Library.

Tomorrow I would be leaving, leaving the solar system and fulfilling my dream since wiring those video modules up to my family's media screen and hearing that introduction to that 150 year old Television show:

"Space, The Final Frontier..."