Winters journal, location somewhere on Yeager 1.
That was twenty years ago and I'm still confused. On one hand I don't understand my fathers familiarity and seemingly undying hatred for the world of Pandora. On the other I'm terrified of what a female will do to me when I do become blooded. Recently I got caught stocking a female named Spirit, she was cute and I developed feelings for her. Unfortunately, it was the same day I came face to face with an Enforcer named Death.
Wouldn't be later that I found out Death was just his title and that the Job of an Enforcer was not to arrest bad bloods but to kill them. Turns out, Spirits mother called Death in for bad blood activity and I was it but instead of killing me, he took me back to a holding cell facility that I didn't know my kind had. Death noted because I was young and stupid, decided he would put me through a stamina course. Later it turned out I was put up to this by my father, looks like my mother wasn't the only one with a sadistic sense for pain.
Enforcer compound circa twenty years before being transformed into base zero.
"Move it, soft meat! I've seen bad bloods with torn limbs do better!"
"Yes Death!"
"That's sir to you runt!"
"Yes sir!"
Push ups, curl ups, ten mile runs followed by a healthy dose of reciting the code, all while doing this with no sleep for several cycles, I don't know how I'm awake but I can barely breath. Winter pondered while trying to catch his breath.
"Very good, soft meat, normally at this point you'd be taught how operate a combi stick and hunt prey out in the wide open forest and rocky terrain. That said, Striker made it quite clear what to do with you Winter. Break the code even a little bit and your mine for the duration of this planetary cycle." stated Death like a Drill Sargent from the pits of Cetanu himself
My eye's, went to the size of starships, this half jaw, this seven foot tall black Yautja has me for a full planetary cycle?
"From your eyes I can see your surprised, yet I don't see fear, tell me young Winter, speak!" Death demanded
For the first time in my life at that point I felt joy, Father and Mother were right, we came to this world to challenge us and adapt. Lifting my self up off the mud, I Winter gave that half jaw my response with my mandibles wide open. "Death Sir! I've never been happier, I shall as humans say, embrace the suck! "
That caught Death off guard.
What kind of abomination for a Yautja were Kima and Striker raising?! In fact why did Striker give me detailed instructions, to teach or get Winter interested In the combat and weapon styles of various races. The boy's mannerisms alone have me concerned, as he was a rebellious zabin at the start and now even on the brink of passing out, Winter has a smile on his mandibles, ready for more. After several cycles, most pups would attempt to challenge me at this point, only to be sent back to the healers unconscious. Lets see how Winter handles the next three hundred cycles then. Death pondered for a minute.
Mark my words Striker, you and Kima walk a fine line as far as the code or even the Council itself is concerned.
Location: Orbital Defense Platform over Colony world of Yeager 1 situated 1941 light years from Earth and 1911 light years from Yautja Prime.
Looking out one of the many armored windows, Striker couldn't help but admire at the world and system he calls home.
A fine sight to behold as finding this system was nothing short of a gift from Paya herself. Granted the ecosystem was on average colder then other worlds. However the Yeager 1 system as its now called has a massive supply of planetoids and asteroids, ideal for mining and creating new shipyards and defense platforms. The planet itself however when it comes to prey is pathetic. The biggest meanest creature is more akin to a fury raptor. The creature being only around the size of a big cat.
We've come to call the creatures kwei's, while not very aggressive the infuriating creature has proven to be smart enough to not only hear the best of us. They have also proven to break every speed and agility record we have in the database. The only way to kill the dhi'rauta things is with plasma casters at medium range and even then the kwei's manage to evade half the time.
"Striker, Elder lance's ship has docked and is requesting your presence in regards to a unauthorized weapons test on Pandora" stated a Yautja technician.
"Strange the Counsel isn't this slow when it comes to inquires, perhaps I'll humor the Elder in regards to the latest enhancements to personal weapons systems I've developed. After all its not like the code was broken at all, hehe."
That sent a chill up the operators spine since everyone knows that Striker's affinity for inventing ever more destructive weapons. Has earned him a few nicknames from merchant of death to bringer of the apocalypse. While he may not be proficient in close combat, his ability to understand and conceal weapons has lead to a few odd ways of beating his opponents. Actually during one public match one warrior was humiliated for the longest time. Namely because Striker instead of taking the fight seriously used it to advertise his less then lethal toys. The poor blooded only won the match when Striker was finished and left the Kerhite, the blooded male was barely able to stand. No one has challenged him since.
"Striker!, Everyone from Bad bloods to the council itself, knows how much you love to test your new weapons on everything shy of a star but doing it on a hunting planet reserved for just that, hunting, were you mad or just plane trigger happy!?"As Lance began flaring his mandibles to indicate his displeasure at Strikers antics.
" Elder you should sit down as this is a story I was hoping to tell my son, however as he is indisposed for a while I shall tell the story of that retched moon the Na'vi call a planet."
Meanwhile at home Kima is busy taking a well deserved break.
Ah my mate is doing his bombs and ships, while my son got stuck with Death for a planetary cycle. The recent message from Death is quite interesting as he was surprised and infuriated at how quickly my son adapted to his new training regiment and the unorthodox course Striker provided.
All because Winter had a crush on his daughter Spirit, how cute but her mother could use a lesson or two in regards to proper parenting. Anyone that goes after my Son just for looking at a cute female should learn a new lesson in regards to getting their Spine ripped out and force fed to a Na'vi matriarch with her entrails on the ground!
Mandibles flaring, curse you Striker, now you have me doing it! He is going to need two healers after I've had my way with him tonight.
"Something wrong Striker, you just went pale " Its nothing Elder I just got an odd feeling is all, Shall we continue?
I hope this turned out better then the first chapter and yes I'm going to bash Pandora. Don't worry next chapter, you'll see how it ties into Striker and the planet itself.
To better keep track this is yet another edit, I'm always looking for methods of improvement.
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