Authors Note: Sorry for the short chapter. The next chapter is going to be up shortly as well. I want to say how surprised I am to see all the people putting this story on their watch list. I hope the future chapters don't disappoint.
The jungle below had begun to turn into swamp. Specs of iridescence and water shown through the thick canopy of the forest. It was beautiful. Everything seemed peaceful as the sun began to crest over the horizon but despite the peacefulness below, Peter couldn't stop fidgeting. Something wasn't right. The pilots kept mumbling things to each other on their private channel; they kept on eyeing the air around them. Their hands on the trigger for the Samson's modest weapons system, they seemed to know something. Peter stuttered, "I-Is th-there a-a-anything wrong?"
The co-pilot glanced over his shoulder at Peter and smirked, "Not yet."
"W-What does that mean?" Damn pilots and their smart ass sense of humor. Peter couldn't stand it. Was there trouble or wasn't there?
The other pilot chimed in, "It means Doctor that it's too quiet and too quiet on Pandora means trouble."
"Trouble? What troub-" Peter was interrupted as something smashed into their Samson. He let out a loud moan which sounded more like a scream. He stared out the open side of the vehicle to see a giant beast flying alongside them. It was a dreadful sight, to Peter it was like looking death in the face. He was too much in horror to notice its war painted rider. The beast known to the Terrans as a Banshee soon pulled off but was soon replaced with another one.
The pilots cursed has they took evasive maneuvers, the co-pilot taking the control of the weapons. They fired at the Banshees but their bullets were easily avoided by them, "God Damn Na'vi!"
Peter's fear momentarily turned to awe at the pilot's mention of the Na'vi, he turned and looked out the opened side to catch a glimpse of them. They almost looked to be a part of the creatures they were riding; their bodies painted to match. It was amazing how much they seemed to be one with their beasts. Fear took hold of him again as one of the Na'vi warriors shot an arrow into the cargo bay, narrowly missing the avatar. He was taken back at the size of the arrow. It was huge; it looked to be a spear and not an arrow. Little did Peter, realize, the arrow had severed the main strap holding the avatar in place.
The pilots yelled through their radios to the other Samson, they needed to get out of there and fast. They banked hard to the left, and then to the right, trying to shake their attackers, "So much for technology giving us the upper hand," one of the pilots cursed. He couldn't understand how they had the advanced weapons and yet they were still getting their asses handed to them by a bunch of flying savages. With each bank, the straps on the slender avatar's limbs loosened.
Peter was panicking, "Get us the fuck out of here. Oh God, I'm going to die!" Peter clenched his eyes shut and covered his ears with his hands. If he was going to die, he didn't want to see or hear it coming. The blue form was now free of any restraints; its great weight seemed to keep it stationary. That is until the pilots took another hard bank and with that, the limp Na'vi form slid across the cargo bay floor and out the opened side.
The lifeless Na'vi form fell from the sky; it crashed through the dense canopy, its branches ripped at the flimsy hospital grown. The body had been lucky; its fall was cushioned by the giant leaves and vines of the trees. She landed in a pool of thick mud with a thud. The slender blue creature was lifeless on the forest floor; the fall had tattered her gown to practically nothing. The only thing that managed to survive the fall was the gold necklace which glistened from the surrounding iridescent flora.
