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We're Back

7

Mo'at combed back her hair while looking at her reflection. A feeling of dread filled her heart since last night. She sighed, dipping her hands into the water. She cupped it, and threw it into her face. Neytiri walked up to her mother, crouching down next to her. The young Na'vi noticed that her mother had been tense all day.

"Sa'nok," Neytiri whispered, laying her hands on her mother's shoulders. "What is wrong?"

Mo'at sighed. "I . . . there is something wrong," she stated.

Neytiri blinked, her ear twitched. "What do you mean?" she asked, sitting down on the grass, dipping her feet into the water.

"I feel like there is something wrong," Mo'at stated. "Something horrible. This is just like when Sky People came."

Neytiri lowered her ears, looking at her mother. "Mother, it is okay," she stated, rubbing her back.

"I hope so," the older female stated.

Neytiri heard the horn from the village. Both female Na'vis glanced up. Norm was calling the tribe. Jake wanted something or something extraordinary happened. Mo'at smiled.

"I think Kellee just had the baby," the older Na'vi stated.

Neytiri smiled, standing up fully, her mother by her side. The younger Na'vi grabbed her mother's hand. "C'mon," she called.

Mo'at laughed gently, following her daughter. They entered the village. The group of Na'vis was huddled around a hut, a male Na'vi pacing nervously. His name was Mark. Him and his wife, Kelly, were once human, but were one of the handfuls to stay on Pandora. Norm stood by Mark, who was panicking.

"Don't worry, just wait," Norm gently stated.

"Hey, this is my wife, who has just given birth!" Mark cried. "I want to see her!"

"In Na'vi tradition, the men have to wait until the midwives say that it is okay, you know that," Norm stated sharply. He then sighed. "I understand that you are afraid, but she's okay." He placed a gentle hand on Mark's shoulder.

Mark sighed, biting his fingernail slightly. "I know, I know," he whispered.

The first midwife came out, motioning for Mark to follow. He thankfully obliged. He rushed into the hut, and Norm smiled gently. Jake smiled, leaning against his staff. Neytiri moved her way through the crowd, going over to her mate. "Is Kellee's child born?" she asked.

"Yep, Kelly gave birth," Jake answered, smiling.

Neytiri returned the smile, hugging her mate. "Oh, Jhake," she stated. She pulled back. "I would like to have a child someday."

Mark then came out of the hut. A small Na'vi baby was in his arms, and he was beaming like the proud father he was. The village cheered, happy to see the new life. Mo'at stepped up to Mark, smiling down at the child.

"A beautiful boy," she whispered. "May Eywa bless you."

She waved her hand over the child, and touched the child's forehead. The baby giggled, squirming in the father's grip. Jake and Neytiri smiled, looking at the child. "I'm so happy for you," Neytiri stated.

Mark smiled brightly, bending down to kiss his son's head. He went back into the hut with his wife. Jake gently pushed the crowd away. "Okay, okay, leave the little family alone," Jake called.

Mo'at blessed the hut, and walked away. Jake smiled, holding his mate close. "So, you want a baby?" he asked.

"Yeah, that would be nice," Neytiri stated dreamily.

Jake thought about the idea. After all the times they mated, she had not gotten pregnant. He never thought about having a child, but he did need an heir. He smiled at the idea of having a child. After all, this was the perfect time to have a child. Nothing was wrong.

Dr. Wolfe had purified the air with Earth air. Quaritch glanced at all the AMPs, choosing an AMP for himself. It was fresh off the assembly line. The metal practically glowed in the new lights. Rajian scribbled on his clipboard, sitting down on one of the many chairs. Quaritch glanced at the male nurse.

"What are you always writing down?" he asked roughly around a cigarette.

"Um, you know, your condition," he answered.

"What do you mean?" he asked, staring intently at the man.

"W-well, you're healing," Rajian groped for words. "I need to write that down."

Quaritch did not question him. After all, he was the professional. The clone gripped the leg of the mechanical brute, and scaled up it. He went into it, looking at the devices. He had to remember how to use this thing. Rajian pointed at the machine.

"That one yours?" he asked.

"Now it is," Quaritch answered with a smirk.

He took the gloves, placing them on his hands. He looked at the buttons, and pressed the button. The machine came alive, and the arms thrust forward. Quaritch smirked, clenching his hands together, and the robot followed.

"I like," he stated to himself.

Rajian smiled. "You know, Selfridge told me that your original AMP was destroyed, I think," he stated. "It was the Iron Lady, I think you called it."

Quaritch looked at it. Iron Lady? What a stupid name. He had no idea what to call this AMP now.

"What are you going to call it now?"

"I don't know," Quaritch stated truthfully. "I'll figure it out."

The room was becoming alive. People crowded every corner of the room and building. More humans were coming from the mother ship, joining the lush moon. The Na'vis did not even notice—not yet, at least. Quaritch was trying to grow used to his new AMP. He moved the arms, and legs, watching. Nothing was wrong. Selfridge then entered the room, glancing around with a smile on his face. There were only three AMPs, but more were coming in. The rich man greedily rubbed his hands together.

"Great! This is good," Parker stated.

Quaritch glanced down at the rich man, his face stoic. The business man glanced up at the colonel. "Well, colonel, I've got another assignment for you," he stated.

"Yeah?" he asked, staring down at the rich man.

Selfridge placed his hands together, looking up at the clone. "Well, I'm going to see those damn savages, and scare some sense into them," he stated.

"And you want me to do what?"

"Well, they are savages, they might attack. I want you to join me."

Quaritch turned his AMP, placing his hands to his hips, and the robot's hands followed. "Okay, yes, sir," he stated. "I'd be glad to join you."

Selfridge smiled. "Good, now, do you remember a man named Jake Sully?" he then questioned.

There was a long, strung out pause. Quaritch searched out his memory. Jake Sully. The traitor. The paraplegic that was absorbed into the Na'vi culture. He remembered. His eyebrows knitted tightly together, his face still stoic.

"I remember him," he growled.

"Good, he's still there," Selfridge stated. "He's not going to be happy to see you."

"I bet he won't."

The business man laughed, placing his hands to his hips. "Alright, alright, good," he stated. "Well, let's go. Let's get this over with."

Tu'sky was different than most Na'vis. In their culture, ones who have different coloured eyes are viewed as special. Her eyes were green. There were a few others in the clan that had different coloured eyes. About three of them—not many. She was also considered a midget. She stood to be about eight foot nine, and the clan would constantly pick on her height. She was, however, one of the best hunters in the clan. Her hair was pulled back with beads and it dangled around. She looked at her brother's form. He drew back the bow, still in form. Tu'sky shook her head.

"No, no," she stated to her little brother. "Pull hand behind your ear."

He did so, his hand trembling. She placed her hand on his, straightening it. Ma'ki winced, his fingers aching. Tu'sky placed her hands to his midsection and the small of his back, straightening it. "Stay straight," she ordered.

"Oh, tsmuke, I cannot shoot," he grumbled.

"You will," she growled. "You must learn. Try again."

Ma'ki sighed, pulling back the arrow and tried to shoot. It dropped to his feet, and he growled, throwing his bow down to the grass below. He murmured something in his native tongue and crouched to the ground.

"My brother, you must learn; don't be so stubborn," she snapped in Na'vi.

"I want to learn," he countered. "But I'm no good."

Tu'sky rubbed at her forehead. "You were supposed to learn how to arch about three months ago, you are falling behind the other children, brother," she whispered. "You need to learn."

Ma'ki glanced up, his gold eyes on his sister's. "Sister, I want to make you happy," he whimpered, tracing little patterns in the dirt. "You know that."

Tu'sky placed her four-fingered hand on her brother's back. "Ma'ki, I do know that," she stated. The Na'vi grabbed the bow, and handed it to her little brother. "Try again."

The little boy took the bow, taking it into his left hand. He took the arrow into his right hand, and notched the arrow. He went into the draw position, and pulled the arrow back. His hand trembled, and Tu'sky covered her hand over his. She pressed her hand to Ma'ki's chest, pushing him back lightly.

"Be strong," she told her little ten-year-old brother. "You will be fine."

"Okay," Ma'ki stated.

He pulled back the arrow, and then released it. It sailed, and then fell like a rock about two feet away from him. Ma'ki sighed, looking at the arrow. Tu'sky patted her brother's head.

"You will be better," she stated, standing fully up. "Za'u."

She motioned her hand, walking back to the huts. Ma'ki rushed to his arrow, ripping it out of the earth. "Coming!" he called, rushing to his sister.

His hand slipped into hers, and Tu'sky beamed at her brother. She picked him up, and he laughed. "Tsmukan, don't worry, you be good hunter," she stated. "Eywa has a plan for all living creatures."

Ma'ki sighed. "I know, the Mother does have plan for all," he stated, his feet touching the grass below.

"That's right," she stated.

They arrived to the village, Mo'at surrounded by children, talking to them. Ma'ki released Tu'sky's hand, and joined the children. The older Na'vi walked to the growing group, joining her brother. She placed her hands on his shoulders. Mo'at had a Viperwolf pup in her hands. It whimpered and cried.

"Where's its sa'nu?" a little girl asked.

"She is dead," Mo'at answered, the pup squirming in her hands. "Another Nantang."

Tu'sky looked at her brother, bending down to pick him up. His hands went around her neck, rubbing against her necklace. "Can we keep it?" he asked.

Mo'at smiled up at the child. "Well, we must let it free, it is wild," she stated, gripping the animal gently.

"But it won't make it," Tu'sky stated.

"That true," Mo'at stated, petting the pup. "Perhaps we can find a mother for it."

Jake walked out of the hut, staff in his hand, glancing down at the squirming pet. He smiled, crouching down to get a better look at it. "Why, hello, little one," he stated, reaching out his hand to touch it.

The pup reacted by snapped its jaws at the hand. Jake pulled it back, the children laughing around him. "Nasty little bugger," he stated, smiling gently.

The Viperwolf whined, nuzzling against Mo'at. Neytiri walked over to her mother, smiling. The younger female Na'vi reached out. The pup whimpered, but Neytiri paused, allowing the pup to sniff her hand. The Viperwolf gave itself to her, and Neytiri cradled it. Jake scoffed.

"Okay, okay, we get it," he said with a smile. "You're the animal whisperer."

Neytiri smiled at her mate, gently stroking the armored animal. It cooed in her hands. Neytiri bent down to the children's level, allowing the children to pet the pup. Tu'sky gently placed her brother down to the ground. Ma'ki threw the bow and arrow down, rushing over to the pup. Mo'at walked over to Tu'sky, smiling at her little brother.

"He is a good boy," she stated, her tail trembling.

"Yeah," Tu'sky stated, smiling at her brother.

"Just like his father."

Tu'sky grew silent, her ears lowering and tail dropping. Mo'at looked to the smaller female. "They are with Eywa," she stated, placing a hand to her shoulder.

Mo'at walked back to her daughter. Tu'sky sighed, looking to the small pool of water at her feet. She then saw it rippled. Her emerald eyes focused on the ripples. The small ringlets were first light, then they grew, and grew, and grew. Tu'sky glanced up, hearing a loud sound. She knew what that was. Jake snapped his head up, his ears perking up to the sound.

It was mechanical.

Jake stood up tall, growling. No. The humans were gone. The tribe grabbed their weapons, and Neytiri grabbed hers. The children were huddled behind the adults, looking to the forest. Jake stood up, walking forward, glaring. An AMP tore through the foliage, and the Na'vis gasped. Some drew their arrows, wanting to attack. Norm broke through the crowd, looking at the AMPs.

"No," he whispered. He turned to Jake. "Why are they here?"

"Why do you think?" Jake snarled.

About ten or so AMPs stood there, having their guns pointed at the Na'vis. Jake walked forward, glaring. His eyes ran over the humans, and his heart sunk when he saw a familiar face—Quaritch. He was glaring at Jake, his gun loaded and aimed. Neytiri gasped, looking at Quaritch.

"Vrrtep!" she cried. "Jhake!"

He turned to his mate. "Calm down," he whispered gently to her in Na'vi.

"But, I killed him," she stated, pointing at Quaritch.

"Let me handle this."

He turned, watching a jeep rolling up. Parker was in it, staring at the Na'vis. Jake walked forward, glaring at the human. "Parker," he snarled around gritted teeth. "It's nice to see you again."

Parker slightly smirked at the sarcasm. He leaned against the windshield of the jeep. The man next to him glared hatefully at Jake. "I can guess that you know what I want," he stated, his hand out in the open.

"Unobtainium," Jake stated.

"That's right," Parker stated, pointing at the once-Avatar. "Good for you." He pressed his fingertips together. "This is all I want. Okay? Okay. Let's put this in a simple way: leave me alone, and I won't harm your little monkey friends. I won't let them get hurt if you leave us alone."

Jake narrowed his eyes at him. "Can't you just let this go?" he growled. "Haven't you caused enough pain for these people?"

"Look, all of that could have been prevented, if you would have stayed with us," Parker stated sharply. He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Do we have a deal?" he asked, outstretching his hand.

Quaritch was ready to fire, as were the Na'vis. His steal blue eyes ran over the Na'vis until he landed one emerald ones. She was glaring at him, her bow pulled towards him. The clone looked at her, and his eyes rolled over the children, who were being protected by the adults. He then glanced back to the other female Na'vi. If he was not mistaken; there was a spark in her eyes for him. She even lowered her bow, and they just looked at one another. Tu'sky then hissed, bringing up her bow. Her brother, however, caught the stares between them. Quaritch then glanced at the trigger-happy men on either side of him, readily and willingly to shoot.

This was wrong.

Jake looked at Parker's hand, and glared at the business man. "You think that you can just take whatever you want," Jake whispered. "You're disgusting."

Parker eyed Jake, a stern frown on his features. He let out a sigh, and retracted his hand to smooth back his hair. "I guess I must make an example, must I?" he asked.

He snapped his fingers, and an AMP's hand lunged, grabbing the nearest Na'vi, who was female. The others Na'vis reacted by shooting their arrows at the AMP. The arrows bounced off its metal skin and windshield. She hissed in his grip, her hands clawing. Quaritch reacted. He commanded the robot's hand to grab the other AMP's arm, and yanked him. The other man in the AMP was startled. Since when did Quaritch care about the Na'vi? The real Quaritch never did. The clone glared hatefully at the man in the AMP.

"Let her go," he snarled around gritted teeth.

Parker looked in disbelief at Quaritch. The female Na'vi glanced back and forth between both men. Quaritch applied more pressure to the other AMP's arm. "Now," he growled.

"Yes, Sir," the other man whimpered, dropping the female Na'vi on the grass.

She fell to her bottom, her ears low. She scuttled away from the AMPs and back to the safety of her tribe. Norm, Max, and Jake were astounded. Quaritch had protected her. Parker and Quaritch shared a glare before the business man turned back to Jake. He pointed at the now Na'vi male.

"Stay away from us and we won't hurt you, okay? Okay. We've got better weapons that can blow you away; don't bother us, and we won't bother you." Parker looked to the man driving the large jeep. "Let's move."

The business man sat back down, crossing his arms over his chest. The man set the jeep into drive, and drove off back to the base. The AMPs followed, and Quaritch gave a stern glare to the man that attacked the Na'vi female. He looked away from the clone's penetrating gaze, and walked off. Jake watched as they left, his heart beating in his breast. He then turned to his people:

"I must talk with everyone!"

The base was becoming full with Scorpions, AMPs, weapons, Samsons, and other needed materials to mine the very expensive rock. Rajian glanced up, watching Quaritch's AMP walk over to its spot. The Indian man watched as it shut down and a very peeved Quaritch exited the mechanical brute.

"What's wrong?" Rajian inquired.

The clone looked at the Indian man, his face tight. "Nothing," he grumbled. "Excuse me."

He brushed by his physical therapist, and towards the other AMPs. The man that had attacked the female Na'vi was leaving his AMP. He landed on the platform next to him, and his eyes met with Quaritch's icy-steel ones.

"What's your name?" the clone demanded sharply.

"Shimty," answered the man.

"Come, Shimty, I want to talk to you."

Quaritch turned on his heel, walked, paused, then glanced back. Shimty nodded his head, and climbed down the stairs of the platform he was on. He followed the colonel to a room. Quaritch shut the door, and glared at the man before him. Before Shimty could utter a single word, Quaritch's fist met his face. Blood gushed from his mouth, and splattered on the floor. He gagged and spat. The clone grabbed the man's head in both of his hands, and his knee smashed into his face. He threw the man down, leaving him to gag on his own blood.

"If you ever touch another Na'vi I swear I will do worse," threatened the clone.

The man spat out some blood, looking up at the clone in fear. "You never cared before!" he cried.

Quaritch remained silent, his stern face stiff. "I'm a different person now," he stated simply. "I won't allow shit like this to happen."

The man choked and coughed, blood spraying from his mouth and nose. Quaritch turned, opening the room's door, and left the man alone.

Na'vi translation:

Tsmuke: sister

Za'u: come

Tsmukan: brother

Sa'nu: mommy

Vrrtep: demon

You now can learned more Na'vi.