Chapter 1: I am N'Jdaka
"You don't dream in cryo."
That was the thing basically everyone on the ships going to the planet Pandora said as they were put in the cryogenic sleep that would help them bear the journey to said planet from Earth.
Soldiers, scientists, politicians, and a bunch of people who wanted to get the chance to pilot biological puppets of the native population called Avatars were what constituted the crew going to the planet. Or at least, that's how it was supposed to be, until the ship received a transmission saying that all personnel were leaving the planet and its operations behind.
After that, the human base on Pandora was completely abandoned. After that, the natives enjoyed a period of peace. Though that peace was about to end, much like everything else in existence.
Because in order to make room for the many people evacuating the planet, pods had to be ejected into space, and while some simply drifted off into the vastness of space—never to be seen again and possibly destroyed by a passing meteor or star—some simply crashed to nearby planets and burned up on reentry or other such grizzly fates.
But, one such pod was saved from such a fate by falling into Pandora's atmosphere in such a way that it simply crashed in the woods near the now mostly abandoned base, and the sound of leaving ships masked its crash from any nosy inhabitants.
After a short while, when all the ships were gone, the pod opened… and the occupant was not amused by the atmosphere that he was greeted with. He had to hold his breath until he got inside the base, which was agonizingly long for him.
When he was finally inside, he was able to let the oxygen within enter his lungs.
"Gah! Thank god for fresh air." He gasped as he ducked behind a wall and patiently waited for the few humans that were left and the natives of the planet—the Na'vi—to leave the base behind.
Zooming out for a better look at the man, he looked to be an African American man in his early thirties. His body was well built and toned to the point of almost seeming Spartan-like in appearance. He also had hair that was cut at all sides but had dreadlocks at the top that swept to the left, a rather short beard, and brown eyes.
He was dressed in a pair of gray pants and a white shirt that he had on during cryo, which showed that he had brand-like bumps all over his muscular arms—and presumably all over the rest of his upper body. It was an African custom called scarification—each bump represented a kill.
The man waited patiently for the people to leave, breaking off a sharp piece of metal to use as a weapon—before letting out a sigh of relief as they left without so much as a double check search.
"Okay, let's have a look around, and see where they make the Avatars." He said to himself before he started cautiously looking around the base. After a few hours of searching, he found the growth lab where Avatars were made. As he looked around, he spotted some notes that turned out to be a manual for making an Avatar.
"... Seems pretty easy." He nodded, walking over to the necessary areas, he typed in his access code as an Avatar program candidate.
"Designation Recognized: Army Special Forces, Blackout Coalition - Major Eric Steel. Alias: Killmonger. Access Granted. Clearance Type: Spartan Avatar Subunit." The automated system announced. "Pilot credentials confirmed, system online." It added.
"Nice." Eric nodded with a small smirk. As he stepped inside the gestation chamber where the Avatar bodies were made, he soon came across a completely unused one that had actually just finished its gestation. "Hm. So this is my Avatar." He mused to himself before shaking his head as he put in a command to get it to where it needed to go to await its pilot's consciousness.
(Later)
Hours later, Eric finally got everything prepared for his new life as an Avatar pilot—having his Na'vi body ready on the conscience transfer table and the machine ready for his input. All he had to do now was press a button. It was now or never.
It seemed… kind of underwhelming to be honest, that a life changing event such as this could be carried out by just one push of a measly button.
"Okay… Let's do this." He said, taking a breath before he pressed the button. Within seconds his consciousness started getting pulled from his human body into its Na'vi variant at rapid speed.
However, before his mind could cross that final threshold, a seemingly unseen force suddenly pulled him from the stream and into some sort of void. Here, he now floated freely as a sort of Astral projection of himself.
"What the…? What's going on?" He wondered as he looked around, his voice echoing through the void.
"I can answer that." A divine sounding female voice replied from behind the human, prompting him to turn around… and come face to face with an alien goddess.
And the man wasn't using the term lightly, make no mistake, the woman before him was a goddess. She towered over him like the home tree would have the average Na'vi, and was adorned in a white robe that only covered the front of her breasts and flared out at her hips and nether regions to cover her legs and thighs, which was connected to the top part by a coral ring that hung in front of her naval and two others that connected to work looked like sleeves.
She also wore an ornate headdress in the shape of the Makto, or Last Shadow. As well as purple coral necklaces and other jewelry being on her as well.
But what really set her apart from the mortal Na'vi was that she had golden brown skin with a soft thin layer of fur that gave her black ring-like spots that all went from her head to her tail, almost like that of a leopard or jaguar. Additionally she had the same pointed feline ears, teeth almond shaped amber eyes and flat feline nose like all Na'vi, and lastly she had long brown hair that lightened to blonde at the end of her typical braid.
This all made her look beautiful to Eric, but it was her curvaceous and voluptuous figure that added divine sex appeal to that list. It was worthy of her appearance and was perfectly balanced in all the right places, which would've made the Na'vi males desire her had they thought like humans. EE-cup breasts with a peach shaped ass, thick thighs and smooth sculpted legs all really slid into an arrow shape right to her smooth as silk stomach and wide and gorgeous hips.
It did still appeal to Eric, however, since she was humanoid enough for her to have that effect on him.
"Who… Who are you?" He asked, regning in his thoughts as he looked up at the towering woman's face.
The woman looked down at him with her predatory eyes before smiling with a long fanged smile as he knelt before her.
"I am K'Liluna. The Na'vi's goddess of war, chaos, and famine. I am the elder twin sister of Eywa, the Na'vi mother and Goddess of life and balance. As well as her polar opposite." The woman told him.
"Is there a reason you chose to speak with me? I'm… Well, you obviously know I'm not of this world." The man asked, confused as to why the polar opposite of the Na'vi's version of Gaia wanted to speak with him when he wasn't native to this world.
"I know, and I also know that you seek to start anew on Pandora. On your way to your new body, I saw your memories and came to a conclusion: You are the one I need for a task that needs to be done." K'Liluna explained, causing Eric to raise an eyebrow.
"What task?" The soldier questioned. The goddess then raised her arm and then there was imaginary of a sort of waterfall arena surrounded by Na'vi tribes, and Eric could see his Avatar body battling the traitor who forced humanity off Pandora: Jake Sully.
"I see you taking on the champion of my sister in a great battle before all tribes to see. You both fight viciously, and you arise victorious. Afterwards, you send Eywa's chosen warrior to a fall of defeat." She explained as the image showed him throwing Jake off a cliff.
"I see you taking authority as my champion and demanding on my behalf that my worship be continued, and that tribute be given in exchange for peace." She continued as the image showed the tribes bowing to him in submission.
"And as a final show of my return, I see you taking my sister's priestess as your wife and beginning your own tribe—a tribe that shall be eternal. Everlasting." She concluded as the images showed him taking, mating with and bearing many children with Moat, the mother of Jake's tribe—despite the protests of both him and her daughter.
"K'Liluna…" Eric began as he gave the Na'vi goddess a grin. "You picked the right person for the job." He told her. This made his new patron grin back at him.
"Excellent." She grinned. "As my champion I now dub you N'Jdaka, it means "He who is born in bloodshed"." The woman continued. "Now, I'll send you on your way to your new body." She added before Eric's vision went white.
(Later)
Eric woke with a groan in his Avatar, blinking away the spots in his vision. As he sat up and tested his new body, moving his toes and curling his hands into fists, he noticed how smooth his body performed in comparison to his human one. That also meant he'd need to take some time to get used to his new strength, however.
However, as he started taking in his new appearance—which gave him a much darker tone of blue in his skin than most Na'vi due to his African human side—he was soon interrupted by the sound of loud beeping from the transition pod.
Looking over at said machine, his eyes soon widened in shock as he saw that his human body's vitals suddenly flatlined!
"Crap, I didn't think that would happen!" He exclaimed before he sighed. "Well, I guess it can't be helped. It was bound to happen anyway." He muttered before he left the base, breathing the fresh air of his new home.
Looking over at the armory buildings of the base, he decided to try and find himself some clothes and weapons as well, after all—he was going to need it.
(Several months later)
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!
The sound of metal striking metal echoed throughout the abandoned compound as Eric—or N'Jdaka as he was dubbed—continued to work on forging himself his own weapons that would help him better survive in his hostile environment.
He managed to make himself a working forge and workshop with pieces of power equipment that was left behind, as well as some tools. And now he was working on something very new and very experimental—not to mention dangerous—recreating the man made super metal: Adamantium.
Having weapons made from such a metal would give him a definite edge in the world he was now part of. It wasn't an easy process, but in the end, it would be worthwhile. He just had to be careful and not hurt himself trying to make the metal.
Additionally he also made several power sources for the base to run in the event of some sort of energy shortages, he'd done this by discretely and carefully mining the destruction site of the Na'vi home tree for the super conductor Unobtainium. And so far, the rewards were proving to very much be worth the risk.
As he finished finally getting the metal to how he wanted it, N'Jdaka then took his blade and heated it to a workable temperature and then doused it into a mixture of oil and the toxic liquid root of the same plants the Na'vi dipped their arrows in.
Carefully examining his new short sword and spear head for any problems, he then started grinding them into functional weapons. And when they were finished, he turned them into their finished product: an Adamantium Kakalaka sword and Adamantium Zulu short spear that could collidoscope into a full spear.
Additionally he also had a adamantium reinforced steel bow with a Kevlar draw string and arrows with heads made of the same alloy, just to cap the set.
He also managed to get himself some new clothes after a bit of effort. His new attire consisted of a short sleeved shirt he made from the furs of predators lurking in the jungle and some pants made of the same furs, an armored vest made from the steel of the mecha suits that were abandoned around the base, and a pair of elbow length gloves with metal knuckles. He also had on some sturdy boots as well, which helped given the rough terrain.
But right now he needed to find out what he needed to do next. And after some thinking, he decided that it was probably best if he did some recon on the people of Pandora and read about what the scientists knew about them and the planet.
After all, it was important to know one's enemies.
(Elsewhere)
At another part of Pandora, one Jake Sully was having a very busy day. Today was the day he took up the mantle of Chief of his tribe after much hardship. He had come a very long way after turning his back on his own humanity, and now the mother of his Na'vi lover Moat had told him of the Grand Tribal Meeting where a Chief to rule all the clans would be appointed on Challenge Day.
"Wait, you mean that the Na'vi people can have a single ruler?" The man asked his mate, Neytiri. "I thought you were all tribal?"
"We have not been united as one people for many generations, Jake. Not since the First Cataclysm." Neytiri explained.
"You mean that tribal war that the first Toruk Makto stopped?" Norm Spellerman—one of their friends and a former Avatar pilot—questioned.
"Yes. That first Toruk Makto became our king, and his line ruled for generations and remained undefeated in the challenge. Until we became separate tribes again." Neytiri nodded. "Now after what just happened, the other tribes are calling for another Toruk A'Makto to be chosen."
Jake seemed confused, before Norm chimed in. "It means rider of all things." He stated.
"Oh, okay." Jake nodded before he frowned slightly. "If I'm understanding this correctly, then I can assume that I'll have to fight the champions of the other chiefs, right?" He asked, noting something about Challenge Day.
"Correct." Moat nodded. "Many will have an advantage over you, but you must break those advantages and defeat them." She added.
"And not all tribes will send in a champion. At best we will only have to worry about one tribe in particular." Neytiri added.
"That being…?" The former Marine questioned.
"The Jabari, their name means "Mountainous Ones"." Moat explained.
"Yeah. And based on Grace's interactions with them, they're extremely esoteric, traditional, isolationist, have really bad tempers, and are all brute force warriors." Norm nodded. "Which is kinda crazy when you consider that they're apparently vegetarians—makes me wonder how they get so ripped." He added to the side.
Jake nodded, he remembered how strong that tribe was, having seen one of them catch a Mech's first and rip its arm off—before beating it to death with it.
'I swear, they're just like Popeye the Sailor Man with that strength and muscle.' He thought idly. "Who's their chief?" He asked.
"M'Baku, also called the "White Gorilla" by your people." Moat explained.
"He will be the most likely to challenge you, and insist on fighting you himself. Which means you will need to train a great deal." Neytiri told Jake rather frankly.
"I think I understand that clearly. I'll start as soon as possible so I'll be ready somewhat sooner." The former Marine nodded.
"Good." Moat nodded.
"I'll see what I can do to help you train." Neytiri added.
"Thanks. I'm going to need it when that day comes." Jake nodded, knowing full well he'd need a lot of training.
And in the distance away from the spirit tree, N'Jdaka watched and listened to them. A challenge to become king of all the tribes? That sounded interesting. Very interesting indeed.
Dragon Emperor0: And there, that's the rewrite of my Avatar story done at last. I can't even remember how long I'd been putting it off.
ThermalsniperN7: A good while if I recall correctly, but that's besides the point. The rewrite is here and it's gonna be fun.
Dragon Emperor0: And just in time for when the second Avatar movie comes out in December. Pretty wild coincidence if ya ask me. Anyway guys, see you next time.
