I am on a roll! :D Another question for my wonderful readers (I love ya'll): if an Ikran was to die, would a Na'vi simply get another? Same with a mate. I wouldn't think so. But, I'd like to hear what ya'll got to say. :)

And how long have the humans been on Pandora in the film? I think three years.

I hope I'm doing well with clone!Quaritch. He kinda reminds me of Cid Highwind for Kingdome Hearts and Final Fantasy VII. I love Cid. :3 I don't know why, but I like manly men, not girlly men like most girls: "Oh, I love him! He looks so much like a girl!"

:/

A Day With the Omaticaya Clan

11

Selfridge laughed, his hands at his chest. "Look at this!" he cried, throwing the reports of the unobtainium down on his desk. "We've already mined about a ton in a day with no Na'vi interference! Soon, we'll be mining like we did in the good old days."

Dr. Wolfe calmly glanced up at the business man, right over the rim of his coffee cup. "I'm glad you are happy," he nonchalantly stated.

Parker looked at the doctor. "This is great, but we're going to have to pick up speed so we can send all this cheddar back home," he stated.

Dr. Wolfe looked over at the business man, taking a sip of his coffee. "Okay," he breathed.

Parker leaned against the desk. "Well, I thought it would be good to ask for some extra help," he stated. "Since this Quaritch you created is flawed—"

"He is a masterpiece," the scientist stated firmly. "He is a work of perfection and art."

The man glanced up. "I don't care," he said. "If he was some masterpiece of yours, that's great for you. But he's been acting all weird, especially around the Na'vi. I finally got my hands on one of the best military men out there."

"Who?" Dr. Wolfe inquired.

"General Blackwood."

The scientist spat out his coffee and it rushed back into the cup. General Blackwood. General Blackwood! He was known to be a tyrant, a merciless monster who did not care about anyone but his selfish self. Dr. Wolfe looked at Selfridge, who was signing some papers.

"Blackwood, but sir, he's a terror," the scientist whispered.

"Well, I know, but he gets the job done," Selfridge stated. "He's an amazing leader, and he wanted to come to Pandora for a long time. But he was too busy. That's how I got the real Quaritch when we first came here. He can help Quaritch out."

Dr. Wolfe looked at his black liquid. "Sir, I don't think that's a good idea," he whispered.

Parker glared intensely at the scientist. "Why not?" he demanded.

"Well, he's known to be a tyrant," Dr. Wolfe breathed. "I don't think it would be a good idea."

"Too late, he's on a ship and is coming here."

"Shit."

Quaritch read the book that Grace Augustine wrote several years ago. He began to take interest in the Na'vi culture. Rajian walked into the weight room, looking at the Na'vi book. "Oh, God," the Indian man whispered, placing a hand to his head.

Quaritch glanced up. "What?" he asked.

"You're reading about the Na'vi?" he asked, pointing at the book.

"Yeah, why not?" the clone asked, turning a page.

Rajian snatched the book away. "Parker gave us orders not to learn or get attached to the Na'vi," he stated. "It's dangerous."

"Hey, I'm just making sure nothing happens to the Na'vi," he snarled, groping for a cigarette and lit it as he rested it lazily in his lips. He breathed out smoke from his nose. "I don't like what we're doing."

"Nor do I," Rajian whispered. "But you can't do this."

The clone stood up, breathing in, and blew out rich black smoke from his mouth. "I can't do what?" he demanded.

"Make relations with the Na'vis," Rajian hissed. His tone was very dark and almost threatening. "We don't want a repeat of last time."

Quaritch blew out a ringlet of smoke, watching it dissolve in the air. "Yeah, well, I'm not," he stated.

"You danced with them last night," he stated sharply. "And you made connections with a female Na'vi. You know how dangerous that is? Not only to the Na'vi, but to you too?"

Quaritch growled through gritted teeth. He snuffed out his cigarette, and tossed the stick into the trash. "I'm going," he stated, brushing by his friend.

"Where?" Rajian asked.

Quaritch turned to his friend. "To do my job," he grumbled.

"Dig!"

The machine with a large metal drill started up, and plunged into the soft earth. The land around the once large Hometree was desolated and dead. Trees were ripped out of the ground, topped over, and ruined. Animals left the scene, finding a new home for them and their families. Large clumps of unobtainium were on the ground, and AMPs took smaller chunks of the precious mineral. Quaritch watched, a sneer on his face. He stood by, just watching, gun in hand. He was in his AMP, and watched his men work.

"Keep working!" the clone boomed, trying to look like he was doing something. He hated what he was doing. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white object. He turned to look at a Woodsprite. Quaritch watched as it floated towards him. He reached up with his AMP hand, taking it gently. The clone looked at the Woodsprite, watching it bounce in the metal hand. These little things were just attracted to him, weren't they? His robot thumb brushed over the Woodsprite, and it bounced gracefully in his AMP's palm.

"Sir?"

Quaritch turned to one of his men, the Woodsprite floating away. "What?" snapped the clone.

"Karl is hurt!" a man, who was in an AMP, cried.

Quaritch sighed, stepping over to where Karl was at. He glanced down at the man. He was not in an AMP, so he was assessable to danger. He was gripping his leg, breathing harshly. Karl was being cradled in an AMP's arms. "Alright, take him back to the base," he stated, brushing the men away.

"Yes, sir," he stated. He turned, and walked to where Hell's Gate was located.

Quaritch then turned to one of his men—or woman. Her name was Samantha. She was the best woman on his squad; she would be perfect. "Samantha," he called.

She looked over at him. She was in an AMP. Samantha saluted her boss. "Yes, sir," she called.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Yes, sir."

"Watch these men," Quaritch ordered. "I've got to do a few things."

"Yes, sir," Samantha stated.

"Good."

Quaritch turned and walked away—to where the Na'vis lived. He wanted to see Tu'sky again. He walked through the forest. The plants glowed brightly in the shadows of the trees. He reached out, gently pushing away the vines that were in his way. The further he walked, the more and more distant he went. He could no longer hear the roaring of the machines or the yelling of his men. There was only silence. He liked that. Quaritch walked, glancing around. The trees were thick with foliage, and birds flew over the treetops. He could see the sky through parted clouds. The clone began to recognize the trees around him. Unknown to him, Tu'sky was in the trees, watching Quaritch. She smiled, bending low. She jumped, landing on the AMP, poking her head next to the windshield.

"Kaltxì!" she called, beaming brightly.

Quaritch took in a sharp breath; his hand flew to his chest. "Damn, Tu'sky, you scared the crap outta me!" he roared. "I could have had a heart attack!"

Tu'sky smiled, her ears twitching. "Hiyìk Sky Person," she whispered, still beaming. "Why you here?"

"I wanted to see you," Quaritch said with a smirk.

"Me too," she said. Tu'sky jumped from the AMP, landing on the ground. "Come." She grabbed one of the AMP's right hand, and yanked him along.

"What?" he asked, chuckling gently. "What the hell ya want?"

She did not answer, but flashed him a gentle smile, and darted off. Quaritch smirked, and followed her. He arrived at the tribe, glancing around. The Na'vi was not surprised to see Quaritch. The clone walked over to a spot, took his mask, placed it on his face, opened the hood of the AMP, and shut it down. He jumped out, safely landing on the ground. Ma'ki glanced over, throwing down his bows and arrows, rushing over to Quaritch.

"Miles!" the boy cried, jumping at the clone.

"Kid!" It was too late, Ma'ki had tackled the man. The clan laughed, looking at the smaller man. Ma'ki hugged the man tightly. "Damn, kid, let me go!"

"Okay," Ma'ki breathed, letting the clone go.

Quaritch stood up, brushing himself off. "Damn, kid, you could kill me," he gruffly said.

Ma'ki smiled brightly and innocently. Jake approached the boy, placing his hands on the boy's shoulder. Jake half-smiled at the human. "Nice to see you again," he stated.

"Hello, Sully," Quaritch greeted.

Tu'sky approached her brother, and told him something in their native tongue. He groaned, and shuffled off with her. The smaller female Na'vi turned to Quaritch, walking backwards next to her brother. "Me going to help Ma'ki practice archery, Miles," she called.

The clone gave her a nod, and watched her walk off, a smirk on his lips. The little boy looked at her, and complained, but she smacked him upside the head in return. Ma'ki then pulled at her tail in irritation, and she smacked him even harder. Tu'sky never liked anyone yanking at her tail; she would hit whoever did. Ma'ki loved to tug at her tail to prove a point to her. Sometimes he would run off before he would receive a smack, but he could not dodge this one. Tu'sky grabbed two bows from a rack, and gave the smaller one to her brother, and she forced him into the woods; not forgetting to grab a few arrows. Mo'at watched them, and gave a soft smile.

She approached, touching Jake's shoulder, and smiled at the clone. "MilesQuaritch, you should learn how to shoot," Mo'at suggested.

"I should?" Quaritch stated, arching an eyebrow to the tall Na'vi in front of him.

"Yes, why not?" Mo'at asked. "It would not hurt." She turned around, and called: "NormSpellman!"

The tall awkward once-human Na'vi glanced over. He patted a child's head, and walked over to Mo'at and Jake. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Teach MilesQuaritch how to arch," Mo'at commanded gently.

Norm and Quaritch glanced at each other. Jake sniggered, placing his hand to his mouth, walking away, sniggering. The clone glared intensely at Jake's back. The once-human sighed throatily, grabbing a bow off of a perch, which had a row of bows of different sizes, and handed a smaller bow for Quaritch. Norm tossed it to the clone, and he caught it without blinking.

"That's for children—perfect size for you."

Quaritch felt his upper lip twitch. Norm grabbed two arrows for each of them, and they walked to an area perfect for arching. Norm bent down to Quaritch's size, and took his own bow into his hands. "Okay, arching is simple," Norm stated. "Take your bow."

Quaritch gripped his bow, gripping below the small nick on the wooden part. Norm looked at his posture, and sighed. "Straddle yourself," the Na'vi stated.

The clone moved his right foot back, turning himself to the side slightly.

"Good, take this arrow into your fingers."

Norm handed the arrow to the clone, and he took it between his middle finger and the finger next to the pinky. The once-Avatar slapped the clone on the shoulder.

"Hey!" Quaritch snapped. "What was that for?"

"You're holding the arrow wrong," Norm hissed. "Hold it between your index finger and middle finger."

Quaritch fixed the arrow between his correct fingers, and held it at his side.

"Good, now, notch it."

"What?"

"Place the arrow and go into the shooting stance," Norm grumbled.

Quaritch glared at Norm, and placed the arrow on the wood, pulled up the bow, and aimed. Norm slapped the clone again.

"No! Wrong! You'll never shoot like that!" the once-Avatar stated. "You'll hurt yourself like that!"

Norm fixed Quaritch's stance, and fixed the bow and arrow. The once-Avatar then hit Quaritch upside of the head.

"I swear to God, if you do that again, my foot is going to be lodged in your big blue ass," the clone snarled, releasing the arrow. It went about two feet until it dove down into the ground.

"That was pathetic," Norm grumbled, getting up and going to where the arrow was.

Quaritch grabbed his second arrow, and went into the final stance, aiming at Norm. He released the arrow, the weapon nearly touching the tail of the tall Na'vi. Norm jumped in surprise, glancing up at the smirking Quaritch.

"Oh, darn, I missed," the clone stated, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Norm's ears flattened against the sides of his head. "Drop that bow!" he commanded, pointing at the wooden bow.

Quaritch did so, and opened his multi-greened vest, showing off his handheld gun. "I got this too, don't screw with me," he stated.

Norm swallowed, hanging his head. The clone glanced to the side, watching Tu'sky teaching Ma'ki the ways of the bow and arrow. They were on another side of a fallen tree about twenty or so feet away. She glanced up at him, giving him a smile. He returned it, looking at her with lust. He would love to have her teach him. She was a firmed body—tight butt and strong body. Norm brought him back to reality.

"Quit staring at her," Norm mumbled, glancing at Tu'sky himself.

Quaritch looked at Norm, then Tu'sky, then Norm again.

Oh, shit, he wants her too, he thought. He narrowed his eyes at Norm. "What makes you think that she wants you?" the clone asked.

Norm glanced down, and looked at the clone. "No, I love her, but I'm not in love with her," Norm said. "She is like my sister, and I don't want you to hurt her. Do you know what her favorite colour is? What she likes to do in her free time? Do you? No. I do. I know all about her. She's the one who taught me how to shoot." Norm showed off his abilities. He grabbed his bow and arrow. He went into his stance, and aimed. Norm fired, the arrow sailing squarely at the tree.

Quaritch looked at the arrow, and then glanced up at the Na'vi male. "Well, what is her favorite pass time?" he asked slyly.

"Well—" Norm paused, catching on to what Quaritch was saying. He smirked, wagging his finger at the clone. "Oooo, gotcha, I know what you are doing," he stated. "Sly move."

Quaritch leaned against the trunk of the tree, smoothly crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, what the hell is wrong with me?" he asked, waving his hand around.

Norm looked sternly at the clone. "You were once our enemy." He got up, and walked away. Quaritch watched the Na'vi walked back to the tribe, his tail twitching madly. He smirked, turning his attention back to Tu'sky and her little brother. He could learn more about her, but he had to return to Hell's Gate.