A/N Due to an overwhelming amount of feedback, (Not really) I will puzzle out a name for myself, in a later chapter. If I get a suggestion that I think is better than the one I choose, (Extremely likely) I will edit the story to add the name. without further ado, your story!

I don't have my Camaro, therefore I don't own Avatar

Groaning, he rolled over, almost onto his branch mate, before a warning growl clued him into the situation. However, seeing a perturbed, panther like creature did not help what little judgement he had gained in the time since waking up. yelping, he tried to get to his feet and run. This attempt was quickly put to an end by the sight of a fifty foot drop to the forest floor below.

This was enough to scare him back to reality, causing him to sigh in relief at the the postponement of his certain doom. His pal was not impressed by his inability to adapt to the new situation, ran down the tree and stopped at the bottom, waiting for his clumsy compadre to catch up.

Grumbling about the values of patience, he slowly made his way down the tree, not nearly as eager as the predator to be on his way. His stomach growled at him, complaining about the inadequacy of the previous days food, and demanding to be filled with something more sustaining.

Ignoring it, he slid the last few feet down to the forest floor, pleased to finally complete the feat without any injuries. His celebration, however was cut short by what felt like a five hundred pound dog jumping on his back. In its eagerness to get moving, the young hunter treated his friend as a fellow palulukan, which can take considerably more force than an avatar driver.

He fell with a half formed grunt, the grunt turning into a "whooshing" sound as all the air was forced from his lungs. When it noticed its friend turning even bluer, the juvenile dismounted, and instantly jumped away at the sound of an asphyxiating avatar trying to more or less inflate his lungs. several gasping minutes later, he slowly gathered his staff, and started walking.

After about fifteen paces, he was butted from behind, almost kissing the trunk of a tree. He turned around, seeing his companion holding what looked to be half a berry bush. It dropped it at his feet and nudged it towards it. Grinning, he dug in, scarfing down the fruit as fast as it got into his hands.

Smiling, his face dripping with juices, he thanked the thoughtful fellow, and was given a nuzzle in return. However in the midst of there reverie, a shot was heard, instantly dropping them both into a state of alert. The one on six legs growled threateningly, while the one on two looked curiously towards the direction in which the shot had come from.

After some encouragement from the latter toward the former, they slowly headed off in the direction that they heard the shot. After walking for about twenty minutes, he noticed the trees thinning, and a strange whirring noise which was accompanied by clanking and cracking.

Walking around another large tree he stopped short, with his friend stopping just short of bumping into him. Before them stood a clearing. In the center of the clearing, there stood a large silver trailer by a large frame. Littered around the clearing were large boulders from the size of the trailer itself to rocks about the size of his head, most coming to wicked points. These however failed to attract their attention nearly so much as the AMP coming to bear on their position.

They quickly dodged behind one of the larger boulders just as a spray of bullets bit into the tree they had been standing in front of mere moments before. He pressed his back against the rock, breathing heavily, the stone between him and the AMP being hit by numerous rounds, each causing a small explosion.

The firing stopped, and both breathed half a sigh of relief, before freezing again, as they heard the robot changing stance, coming around the right side of the boulder. As quietly as they could, they followed suit, keeping their opponent on the opposite side of the barrier at all times. When the AMP finally reached the former hideout of the duo, it was confused: where were the intruders it had pinned down? With a half snarl, His companion launched itself at the machine.

Trying to turn around, they collided, causing the AMP to crash, continuing to spin as it did so. The extra rotation threw it into the rock they had used as cover. Brandishing his staff, he charged toward the downed machine, the pilot frantically trying to put on his exopack. He was unsuccessful, the charging avatar generating more than enough force to penetrate the feeble body armour the pilot wore. He gurgled, still holding onto the mask with one hand, as he tried to remove the large branch protruding from his stomach.

As the mask fell from his limp hand, the AMP fell forward, dying with its driver. He stared at the broken staff, still visible, even if the body wasn't. He managed three steps before he fell to his knees, stomach heaving at the deed they had just wrought. His companion, unaffected, stood by curiously as the avatar slowly rose to his feet, wiping bile from his mouth. He slowly stumbled toward the trailer, numb from what had just occurred.

Finding the airlock, he let himself in, not bothering with pressurization, he continued onwards, venting the container to the outside air. Looking around, he found himself to be in a lab setting: Beakers half filled with liquids lined shelves, and computers showing results occupied the rest of the table space. But what caught his attention was the Na'vi woman strapped to a table in the center of the room, wearing an oversized hospital gown. Stumbling forward, he started undoing her straps, confused as to why she was here. Halfway through, she snapped awake, grabbing his hand. She stared at him, her gaze a mixture of anger and confusion.

They were both distracted as a man entered, struggling to secure his exopack over his face. When he saw the two of them in the process of escape, he quickly grabbed an injector from his hip and charged forward, obviously intending to sedate them, or worse. However, before he could get close enough, she backhanded him across the face, causing an audible snap. She glared imperiously at the corpse, before returning her attention to her restraints. He blinked, not quite comprehending what had just happened. She finished her unfastening her straps, and went to a cupboard, taking out a small bow and a few pieces of cloth . Frowning she looked through a few other cupboards, before sighing and slamming them shut. She stared at him pointedly, and he turned around, ears burning. After some rustling, she brushed past him, and started dragging him towards the exit.

He dug his heels in. "Wait!" She stopped and glanced at him obviously wanting to leave the place

"Who are you?" She looked at him for a moment, then stated, proudly, in a voice gravely from lack of use.

"I am Sylwanin, of the Omiticaya."

A/N Yeah, you guys were wondering about her weren't you? I'm gonna hold off on naming the palulukan; give you some more time to meditate on it. And now here comes a whole new literary device to use correctly: Dialogue. Fun.

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