I'm starting to feel like a villain, not being able to provide you class A quality chapters these da…months, but you just keep coming back even though the story itself sucks, you give me hope that there is something more, not just my story
"We don't care! Just give us another chapter!" somebody calls at me
Oh Right, here you go.

Chapter 260: No one's past

The villagers along with the hunters set off as the last of their bows was picked up and carefully placed on top of Thanty. Thanty was also carrying a few things because he would feel bad if Thanatoress did all the carrying, he however couldn't carry much since he gave his harness to Thanatoress. The stuff he was carrying was secured only by rope which was tied under his second pair of front legs and under his stomach. This was really uncomfortable, but he decided that it was necessary.

The ropes were simply vines from the trees which were cleaned by knife so the leaves which were on it were all cut off, which meant that it was a little more comfortable for him but it was still far from comfortable. Rick was also carrying something, just like everyone else. He was the only human who was carrying something though. Lucia was carried by Thanty and Nash was being carried on stretcher by Teylar and Beyral.

"So, I say that the mission was huge success, not only that we've prevented the bad guys from killing our children, we've also managed to convince the 'ok clan to find more suitable place for living, that of course means we'll have more na'vi living in the Home tree, which means that we'll be stronger than before" Rick started talking to his Olo'eyktan who was walking right beside him.

Jake was about to answer him when he spotted the biggest ikran he ever seen flying just a few meters above their heads, even though the forest was dense in these parts, he still managed to fly through it and thus once again prove that he was an excellent ikran for not crashing into anything yet.

"Yep, if things go right, they will join us and then we'll be able to retake the Hell's gate" Jake said while balling his hand into fist. Rick was glad about the joining and all that but he certainly didn't agree with the last part. That Stealth Ops knew some of his friends, which meant that he must've been his friend too. But what friend was he talking about?

Rick had all sort of friends but he doubt that Jake or Thanatoress would send a team of Stealth Operatives into Hell's gate. Thanty might've been capable of doing that though, he always thought that just a tiny little bit of fun wouldn't hurt anyone, but he lacked connections to be able to send the said team there, besides he didn't have much time to befriend a stealth ops leader like that.

"About that, do we really need to retake it? I know they took it from us by force but what did it offer to us?" Rick asked Jake who just looked at him, not believing that Rick was pulling this hippie crap again.

"First, they stole what we've liberated from them. Second, you need an AMP, because you're a driver." Jake was about to continue but Rick corrected him about him being a driver

"In fact I'm a pilot, and warrior, and adoptive son of thanators, and I'm one of the Omaticaya tribe, and V.I.P. member of alcoholic association." Rick said proudly.

"Third…wait what? Alcoholic association? You just made that stuff up didn't you?" Jake asked him, not believing that there was such association, sure he heard about association for saving the long extinct animals or even some animals that didn't even exist. "Save the dragons they called themselves… When I asked one of them why was he trying to save the heavily armed aircraft, he gave me a sermon regarding the beauty and intelligence which followed those creatures" Jake remembered his time on Earth, he then immediately thought that the guy who was all about dragons must've been touched in a head, and not in a good way.

"Yes, we fight the discrimination of the booze. All booze should be drunk equally, without prejudice. Everyone drinks the beer, but who drinks slivovitz? Certainly not everyone. You may not know it, but even booze has its feeling and not drinking him makes him sad!" Rick said to Jake. Even though he didn't know it, almost everyone around him was listening to him because there was nothing to do. Jake, who was one of the two who understood what was going on in this conversation, looked at Rick like he was a madman, or worse: Smokey.

"Right, I'll just go… over there" Jake said while quickly moving away from him. Making him chuckle. Rick just chuckled and looked on his other side. There was another na'vi, who was sexier than Jake. It was of course his mate Tarya who was walking silently right beside him.

"So, were you worried about me dying back there?" Rick asked Tarya, trying to start another conversation with her. He usually did well on starting conversations but he always had this 'shy' syndrome after crashing airplane.

"I was, I was unable to sleep yesterday. Yet here you are, once again surviving against all odds, I wonder Rick if I should be worried at you at all." She said the last part in teasing voice and Rick quickly realized that she was just teasing him and asking a rhetorical question instead of actual one. He however decided to answer it nonetheless.

"Don't worry about me honey, if you still love me. I'll always find a way to be with you!" Rick said while grabbing her unoccupied hand. She was carrying just a few poles and some fabric with her other hand, and thus allowing Rick to grab the unoccupied hand and kiss it.

"I promise" He then said. Making Tarya once again blush.

The boredom was unbearable and it was just a five minutes since he got up there. Max was about to die out of the boredom, he was currently sitting on a branch, looking into distance. Mawey stopped by just a few minutes back, he talked to him in his awkwardly sounding English but he conveyed the message he wanted to, simply saying that he set up a hammock for him.

There was one problem though, every branch on the lower floor was already occupied by maximum number of hammocks and therefore they were out of space, meaning that Max's hammock was on the fifth level and on lonely branch. Meaning that he'll not only be bored to death, but he'll be welcomed to feel lonely while being at it. He was angry at himself for not being able to come with something witty to say when he heard that. Right now, he was looking at the kids who were running around on the ground level. They seemed so small and ran around one of the roots of the home tree. Max started to remember his own childhood.

He was always a serious person even when he was young which reflected greatly on his childhood, he only had a few friends. His friends were also either the members of the chess club or people who usually wanted to copy his homework. He never had any real girlfriend and he was lonely neuroscientist who was also very good at computes. "Guess I took a wrong turn somewhere, where did my life go so wrong?" He asked himself a question.

"Why can't I help anyone?" He asked himself out loud this time, the feeling of being useless was overcoming him and he certainly didn't like that feeling.

"B'cause you aren't trying to!" came the answer from behind him. He didn't even bother turning around, he knew that it was probably answer from his mind. He clearly knew what the reason why he couldn't help anyone was.

"But who would need a computer nerd who is also neuroscientist?" He asked out loud again.

"There is nothing stopping you from trying to learn something different!" came the answer once again, but this time it was followed by a smoke which came from under Max's ears. Now Max thought that he was talking with the devil himself.

"But what should I try? I'm not good runner, and I never fired from any gun, hell I didn't even played with the BB gun my dad bought me!" he lamented once again, almost throwing his hands in the air.

"Then try weaving." The answer came once again, but this time the smoke was so intense that Max started wondering if there was something burning, that caused him to look behind him. What he saw was however his own face, a reflection of himself in a mirror which was filled with smoke. He thought that he was really losing it until he realized that this was no mirror but an Exopack which belonged to someone who was smoking heavily.

"You're the most depressing na'vi I've ever seen, and I've seen lots of them, even the gigantic ones!" Smokey said while touching Max's Exopack.

"You even have a force field…AWESOME!" He yelled and then hopped away into the home tree. Leaving Max just standing there, wondering who the hell was this guy. He didn't remember ever seeing him.

"Well, I guess I won't be sticking out if this passes as normal around here."

THE END!

Just kidding, it's the end of today's chapter.

I can't rant about anything today… Well there are those flies… No I won't rant about anything!

Answers to readers:

-The stone tiger: I lost what? (I always stop reading after reading the 'you lost the' part to prevent further losses) Damn, I just thought about the game!

-Yukidog: So, you're a blind man with a gun. *waves in front of your eyes* awesome! I¨'ll put you into the story…CAKE!
-Robin Grimm-Goodfellow: We'll never know for certain if it was Eywa or not!

-Whatisee: Rick could do that…maybe

-Forgotten shock trooper: Answered by the story!

THE END

Of today's chapter

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