Providence
R
The device was resilient, he'd give it that much. But it was blind. Without purpose. And as hard as the faketuan ("alien") automaton struggled, the warrior stood firm. And pulling it up from the mud as his tsamsiyu ("war party") worked to deactivate it, more writing began to take shape.
RD
Strange letters, yet somehow familiar. Kind of like a dream, like a former state of existence. But regardless, it mattered little. The device was an intruder to their lands, yet one without the passion that those bringing war usually brought. Single minded, yet without purity of purpose. And as his hands found their way into the machine's circuits, rendering it no longer txen ("awake"), a third and final symbol was revealed from underneath this world's soil, making the full text clear to all.
RDA
"Is it them?" asked a fellow tsamsiyu ("warrior"). "Is it the Dreamwalkers?"
He shook his head. "No, it is not them. This is the result of an unmanned craft. The Dreamwalkers are still beyond."
Part of his mind prompted him to explain, to use terms such as "light years" and "star system." However, that part was mostly long dead, filtered by the branches of the Tree of Souls and later buried. And in the end, they were unnecessary. The Dreamwalkers were still interested in this world and whatever doubt of their inevitable return that remained would be quashed as soon as this device was brought back to the Omiticya.
Sighing, the olo'etykan ("clan leader") glanced at the Dreamwalkers first settlement, now mostly reclaimed by the jungle. Would they return here when they came back to this world, or would they land elsewhere? Impossible to tell. Only a fool would assume that the na'vi would lead this site unguarded and as blind as the pinkskins were, they were not fools. On the other hand, it would take much time and effort to establish a second base of operations and it would be perhaps deemed less cost effective to simply control the original landing zone.
The warrior shook his head. More words that were unfamiliar to him. Or, at least words that were becoming so.
Turning back to his tsmukans ("brothers"), their leader could see they were restless. It was a vulgar act, really, to impose one's dwellings on the landscape and while all Omiticya knew the importance of standing guard over this site, none of them took pleasure in it. Unlike na'vi, the Sky People built their structures to be seen, to stand out in the landscape rather than blending into it. But as their world was clearly divided between technospere and biosphere, there wasn't really any natural landscape for them to blend into mostly.
And how do I know that?
Sighing, the leader felt a headache coming on. He knew the world of the Sky People...somehow, as if he too had walked a dream and knew it from it. But it was hard to remember. Everything prior to taking on the role of the olo'etykan was. Once, fellow Sky People had been there for him, those whose insanity had been cured. But they were gone. As resilient as Hell's Gate was to the Pandoran environment, the aliens were as vulnerable to it.
Ugh...where are these words coming from?!
He didn't know. Though something told him he would soon find out.
A/N
Long story short, the end result of this oneshot is very different from its original conception. Basically I found myself being influenced by what few details are known of the plot for Avatar 2 and taking a stab at what "going native" would do to Jake's mind, the psychological effects of which on his human self can be seen in the first movie.