A/N: WE DO NOT OWN ANY OF YU GI OH 5DS OR AVATAR! ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE CREATORS! THE ONLY THING WE OWN ARE OUR OCS!
Differences in speaking and thoughts:
"Words, words, words…" = In Na'vi
"Words, words, words…" = In English
'Words, words, words…' = Thoughts
Chapter 11: Assault on Hometree
The next morning, Akiza and Acala returned hand in hand after their mating last night. They had decided to keep it between them for a bit, but would at least tell Neytiri about it so the Tsahik was aware of the pairing. It was what was customary to do, after all.
Tekumseh had a feeling he knew what happened that took all night. But if they weren't saying anything at the moment, he wasn't going to force them. Acala still had to go scouting later that day and he didn't want to distract the male Na'vi too badly. That wouldn't have been good.
About five hours after returning to Hometree, Acala and Jack went on the scouting mission to see if they could learn anything from these Sky People. They listened carefully from the disguise of the trees, unable to be seen by the humans.
One seemingly the new leader walked up and began making orders saying, "Head to that giant tree and take it out! Take that away and we can get the Unobtanium and stop the savages from killing our people again!"
Acala looked at Jack and he looked at Acala. "We need to warn Olo'eyktan. We need to keep the People safe. Hurry!" the eldest Omaticaya ordered and they hurried back on the Pa'li they had used to get there. When they arrived, Acala called, "Olo'eyktan!" Jake turned to him.
"What is it, you two?" he asked.
"We overheard the Sky People. They are coming to Hometree," Jack informed.
"Are they going to try to destroy it?" Neytiri asked. "Again?"
"By what we heard, yes," Acala answered.
"Neytiri, get the mothers and children to safety. Acala, Jack, get everyone else and prepare to drive them off."
"Father!" Tekumseh called and ran up. "I just heard what Jack said. I want to help."
"No, Tekumseh. I need you to get everyone to safety first. We'll worry about keeping Hometree steady and safe. When you're done you can meet us in the sky," Jake immediately denied. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father," he reluctantly agreed and hurried off as they heard the sound of helicopters nearing.
"Not again," Jake muttered, then turned his attention to his scrambling people. "My people!" he began his speech, "Brothers! Sisters! The Sky People have crossed a clear line once again! Let's make them pay for it! Make them regret even considering attacking us! Now go! Take to the sky! Mount your beasts and go!"
An overwhelming amount of warcries accompanied by the roaring of beasts was his response. As the Olo'eyktan ran towards the helicopters, his blue ikran flew beside him and Jake jumped onto him. As they soared through the air, they were quickly joined by hundreds of other warriors with their ikrans, all ready for battle.
When they neared the offending helicopters, the Na'vi warriors drew their bows, and on their Olo'eyktan's mark, they rose above the trees hiding them, and fired at the people inside the clunky machines and at essential parts of them, such as rotors and controls. With the element of surprise on their side, they were able to quickly dispatch dozens of helicopters, some crash landing into other machines while others had to turn around because they were too damaged to continue.
With their first attack successful, a collective cheer rang across the battlefield; however, their glee was outlived as the Sky People seemed to snap out of their initial surprise. With a whirr of gears shifting and heavy equipment being moved, a spray of bullets was sent across their ranks. While some managed to avoid the deadly pellets, others were not so fortunate. There were several grunts of pain, and pain filled screeches as the warriors and their ikran fell to the forest floor below.
That only seemed to encourage the Na'vi warriors. If they couldn't save their family and home, they may as well avenge them. With another cry, the Omaticayas surged forward and began to spread across the battlefield, taking care to stay in small groups so they wouldn't be overwhelmed.
Dive, bank, aim, shoot, turn, aim again, cringe at the sound of a sister or brother dying, and fire. The cycle seemed to continue for hours. But, it seemed to be worth it as the number of functioning helicopters seemed to be dropping at a more rapid rate than the number of Na'vi warriors. However, like all good things, it had to come to an end. There was a sudden cry of pain that sent ripples through the ranks: Jake, their Olo'eyktan, had been hit.
Their unmoving, unshakable, steadfast, headstrong leader had been shot.
It shocked everyone, but as the he and his ikran descended to the cover of the forest floor, many Na'vi flew over to cover him and offer him assistance. He thankfully made it to the ground without further injury, but the Na'vi would be without their leader for the rest of the battle: this would not go well.
While they tried to fight hard, the absence of his unwavering presence had a heavy impact on them all. They were easy targets that were getting picked off at a more rapid rate.
Then, when all seemed lost, a great bellow echoed through the forest, one that every Na'vi recognized.
The Last Shadow was here, and she was pissed.
As her shadow passed over the offending helicopters, it seemed everyone knew that the humans were screwed because once that shadow was seen, there was no going back.
Seyley, with Tekumseh on her back, closed her wings and dove towards the largest machine. When she was just about to hit it, she swerved a bit and grabbed it with her rear claws, still diving towards the ground with the helicopter in tow. When they were about to hit the ground, Seyley spread her wings and flung the chopper to the ground, effectively making it crash. The Toruk flew to the center of the battlefield and roared, inspiring determination in one side and fear in the other.
Now inspired, several ikran worked together to bring down other helicopters in the same fashion, only they added their own twist by sending the machines into each other. While those groups of ikrans and their riders went to the frontlines, others hung back to lend support via arrows tipped in poison.
It was almost a half hour later when the last few helicopters either retreated or fell to the ground. Finally, they had won. Hometree was safe. No, Pandora was safe.
It was time to go home. Time to rest, mourn, and clean up.
