I don't own Avatar.

My first Avatar Fanfic, chapters will be uploaded as I write them.

Enjoy! :)

'So you're telling me, a whole fleet of us, with Samsons, Scorpions and all, were stopped by the indigenous?' Lieutenant Banks threw his arms up incredulously.

'Y…yes sir' Administrator Parker Selfridge mumbled.

Banks stared at Selfridge for a while, then sighed heavily. He pushed himself out of his chair with some difficulty, his 20-stone figure not helping him. Selfridge hated it when he did this, his little speeches he normally saved for recruits.

'Do you know why we need unobtanium, Administrator?'

'Yessir,'

Banks carried on as though he hadn't heard.

'Because this Little Rock goes for forty million dollars a kilo.'

' I know that sir I briefed my…'

Banks stopped him with the raise of a hand.

'I'm not that interested in the money, Parker' He paced in circles around the desk, making Selfridge uncomfortable when he came close. ' This rock is vital for matter-antimatter energy generators, space travel, superluminal communications and even Maglev trains. For Christ's sake, I came to work on a Maglev train! We're the biggest private company in the world.

'I've got world leaders breathing down my goddamn neck, asking me where the unobtanium is!'

Selfridge said nothing, his sweat making his shirt stick to his skin.

'We need this, Parker.'

Selfridge shuffled his feet, his hands behind his back. If he didn't say anything now he would be at risk of making the general even angrier, maybe even lose his job.

'With all due respect sir, the Na'vi were a lot stronger than anticipated.'

' Fuck you Parker.'

Selfridge closed his eyes, trying to do everything he could to keep his job. This trip to Pandora had been unbelievably expensive, it had cost trillions of dollars. The plan had been to go to Pandora, persuade the natives to leave their little 'Hometree', get the unobtanium and go. They'd sell it to different world leaders, making their money back with a tidy profit on the side.

But Jake Sully and Colonel Quaritch had ruined it all. It had been Quaritch's idea to wage a full-blown war on the blue bastards, because Sully had become 'One Of The People'. This shit sounded like something from Ancient Africa, for fucks sake. If it weren't for those two, maybe it would have gone all right.

Maybe. There were others still there. There was one thing that lessened the blow for Selfridge though.

Food.

When an Avatar ate, the nutritional value of the food wasn't the same as when a human was eating. The vitamins would go into the Avatar's body, but not the Human's. Theoretically, a guy could die of starvation when in an Avatar, whilst the Avatar itself was well fed. That's why when Sully and co. had to steal some Avatar Beds, they took food too.

There was only a limited supply on the base however. They'd probably die, with no way of coming back to Earth. They couldn't live off of Pandoran food either- their bodies weren't accustomed to it.

He explained all of this to Banks. The RDA would wait a few weeks, then go back- offer the humans food in exchange for their compliance. They'd be taken off world and prospecting would resume.

Banks sat through all of this, nodding at times.

'We'd have to redesign the AMP suit as well,' Selfridge explained. 'Just in case. Sully told me that Quaritch was shot through the glass front with arrows. I propose we get rid of the glass and replace it with metal, with a video screen to see out. I also propose… I propose we bring in tanks, sir. We hope not to invoke combat, but if we should…' He trailed off.

'Wait a minute, did you just say tanks?' Lieutenant Banks interrupted.

'Yessir'

'We haven't used tanks in combat for fifty years.'

'Sir, they're perfect for the field. They're arrow-proof and all terrain. We couldn't lose.'

'So you're suggesting we go back?

'Yessir. I understand that this rock is vital to humankind's existence, and it can only be found on Pandora. This is the only option.'

Banks, now back in his seat, said 'I know Parker. I'll get plans underway. You can leave.'

'Thank you sir.' Selfridge held back a smile and made for the automatic doors.

'Oh, and one last think administrator, one last thing. I've gotta say, I understand what you're going through. I'm… I'm sorry. It was an incredibly selfish thing Sully did. Be in my office tommorow at seven sharp.'

Selfridge nodded. Outside, as he made his way to his car, Parker Selfridge breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

Hook, line and sinker.