Martyrdom
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, premise or anything else related to the movie 'Avatar'. I'm just borrowing some of it to write a fanfic. No money being made, just something to amuse me and hopefully others.
Rating: T (may change in future)
Pairing: Trudy centric story, eventual Trudy/Norm, also contains Jake/Neytiri
Summary: Four minutes is a long time when one is suffocating to death on an alien planet. Takes off after Trudy's Samson Tiger is shot out of the sky.
Authors Note: This is my first Avatar fanfic. I have only seen the movie twice so will try my hardest to stay in character and use correct character names and Na'vi dialect. There will also be a few new original characters in this story, though it is mostly a Trudy-centric fic and will contain original characters as well. Please review if you like or have any critiques :) I shall try to update on a fairly regular basis, but I wont lie, reviews do make me want to write faster ;)
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Chapter 1 - Four Minutes
"I'm sorry Jake." Trudy Chacon closed her eyes as Colonel Quaritch's missile took aim at her Tiger, exploding immediately on impact. The fireball that was her copter began to twirl in midair as it fell towards the forest floor of Pandora.
She did not remember the explosion or the crash. Momentum that she had not expected had tossed her from a broken window of her Samson at the very moment the missile hit. Unconsciousness overtook her as she fell violently to the ground only a few feet away from the fiery wreckage of her vehicle.
Four minutes is a long time when one is suffocating to death on an alien planet. It is even longer when one does not remember how much time has already passed before waking up, screaming in agony and terror.
She didn't know how she had survived the attack, or how she found herself alive and awake on the planets surface. All she could process at that moment was that she was unable to breath and there were no oxygen masks in sight.
Her chest heaved with each passing moment; the air on the planet too dense for her human lungs to handle. Everywhere there were sounds of the forest and the battle that still raged up in the sky above.
She knew she had succeeded in a small way, helping to combat the enemy for the good of the planet and it's people. If she was about to die, this thought would be the one she strained to hold on to as her mind began to float towards a silent darkness. Death was on the horizon. She closed her eyes and tried not to be afraid.
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"Rogue one, do you copy? Trudy!?" Jake Sully cried out as there was no response from the pilot he had grown to look upon as a sister. They had known she would be the most vulnerable when she broke from the line of attack and turned sides on her own people. She was a great pilot, but no matter the technology, a Samson was no where as agile as an Ikran.
An overwhelming sense of rage crept up his spine at the loss of his friend, only serving to make his resolve that much stronger. His people, the Na'vi, would win against the Sky People, or they would all give their lives trying.
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Trudy was not sure if the Na'vi people believed in an afterlife other than becoming one with Eywa once their bodies no longer ceased to function. Back on her home planet, Earth, she had been an Atheist. Heaven and Hell was reserved for those that did not make a living out of taking innocent lives in battles that did not concern them.
So was she with Eywa now? She could feel her chest rising and falling at a much slower pace than she could recall of her body in life. Her heart also beat inside her chest; the sensation traveling up her neck, through her ears and then downwards; its rhythm filling every inch of her body with its strong pulse.
No, this was not Heaven or Hell. It couldn't be. She could not remember feeling more alive, more connected to everything around her. Her senses tingled as they reached out for clicks in all directions. She could smell blood and burnt flesh all around her, though at that moment did not realize that it was her own body emitting the scent.
She had survived somehow, in some form she was starting to feel overwhelmed with. Her ears twitched and attempted to rotate in order to follow the rustling and talkative sounds of the forest. Her eyelids were trying to open but she refused to allow it. If this was indeed some form of afterlife; if she had died during battle, she did not want to know. Not now. Not yet.
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Authors Note: This chapter will probably be the shortest out of them all. I wanted to give a small taste of what had happened and what was to come. I am invoking my literary license where necessary; the movie only explained so much of what is Pandora. It is my desire to follow in Cameron's footsteps and throw in my own take on the world he created. Reviews are absolutely welcomed. Hopefully there will be an update in a few days. I do have the plot of this story worked out to near completion, and I will say that it is going to be long and very intense and descriptive. That being said, I hoped everyone enjoyed this first chapter. Thanks for reading!