[Encrypted Message Received]
[Code in: Brain; Decrypted]
[To: Selfridge, Parker]
[From: Anderson, Samuel]
[Title: Pandora Incident]
Mr. Selfridge,
When RDA chose you to head up operations on Pandora, you signed a sworn statement that you would perform the task "to the best of your abilities." The Board and I have sworn statements from Pandora Command that state that your actions were in fact not adequate enough for the company and our endeavors. Along with your termination, criminal charges will be pressed in regards to the aforementioned accusations brought to our attention by your actions. We deeply regret that these events had to transpire.
Sincerely,
Sam Anderson
President, RDA
Pandora:
Even though I had seen the lush greens and fluorescent blues of Pandora countless times before, I was overjoyed now. Looking down at me, cradling my head in her arms, was Neytiri, the ten-foot tall Na'vi, my mate, my savior.
I smiled, "I see you."
She smiled in return, and hugged me tighter. Mo'at, to the side of the First Meeting, held her hands up to silence the chanting Omaticaya tribe. All at once the neon light emanating on the forest ground between each Na'vi appeared to receded back into the Tree of Souls, and the Omaticaya grew silent.
"Can you stand Jakesully?"
"Yeah, sure." A little wobbly, but come on, you know how to stand.
Neytiri beamed, "Praise Eywa." The Omaticaya let out a collaborated cheer, glad of my birthday.
Earth:
The twelve men filtered into the oval conference room in silence. None of them looked at each other, and all had their lips curled into snarls. They were all finely dressed. As leaders of one of the most successful mining corporations in recent history, it was their duty, no, it was their pleasure to flaunt their power in whatever way it deemed prudent.
Five minutes passed and Sam Anderson, president of RDA, strode in flanked by two uniformed men. Anderson was tall and built, with bleached blonde hair that fell just to the top of his ears. Many said he was the spitting image of the old time movie star Robert Redford. But getting on in his years, this striking resemblance started to fade. The twelve men stood up upon his entering. Sam motioned to take their seats, even before he himself took his, which the Board assumed was because of his hastiness on this day.
Sam spoke first. "Gentlemen of the Board. We all know why we are here. And we know whose fault it is. AND we know that our stock has plummeted over sixty points in the three hours from when we got word of this incident. AND we …"
A short, stubbly man at the end of the long meeting table interjected, "KNOW what to do next!" Half of the men at the table nodded their heads in approval.
"Thank you Mr. Cox, and what exactly did you have in mind," said Sam.
"Blow the ruddy apes out of the planet!" The same men agreed with their vocal Yeahs!
"Well, I'm sure a men of your intelligence could recognize that this sort of thinking is what got us into this mess."
"Pandora is everything to this company. Without it, without bloody unobtainium, why don't we just bend over and screw ourselves over right now?" One of the military personnel couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
"But a formal injunction was filed – yes, I have it here, gentlemen – abstaining ANY mining operation or human presence whatsoever, from stepping foot on Pandora without the express permission of the Na'vi people."
"An injunction filed by limp dick tree-hugging leftists, mind you! Hell, do we even recognize these things?" Mr. Cox looked around from both sides looking for support from his fellow board members, and a few shook their heads at his question.
A tall, dark man waved down the crowd. "Yes, Mr. Pratt?" recognized Sam.
"Gentlemen, may I offer a suggestion? Now, Mr. Cox, you make an excellent point, but can this company really afford more bad press. Now, the only way this injunction could be settled is if a member of the Na'vi gives a confirmation that humans are allowed on this planet. But think, gentlemen! The Avatar program! Many of the drivers, and albeit scientists, are still on Pandora, given lease by the savages. Why could we not strike a deal with one of these people, suit them up, speak Na'vi language, giving writ and comm permission that RDA can return, as long as RDA whatever, learns from their crimes or some bullshit like that. Injunction lifted, mining begins, more security personnel, nuclear weapons for protection, oh and sir – the traitor Jake Sully knows what nukes are, ex-Marine and all. The Na'vi won't touch us."
Sam sat in his chair rubbing his chin. "Let's put it to a vote. All in favor?"
Of the twelve men excluding the president, eleven raised their hands. "All opposed?" In the back, the twenty-nine year old heir to the RDA dynasty raised his hand, amid the glaring looks of hatred from his fellow board members.
"Alright then, Mr. Pratt, relay the plan to my secretaries, let's have this ready to go before the week's up. Adjorned."
The conference room emptied, with older men scrambling to get in touch with their secretaries to get the gears grinding. Only the young Mr. Anderson, son of the President, stood behind.