Got my wisdom teeth yanked out of my head a while ago. The doctor said I should go to be early, so I am (and plus my parents order me to do so). xD Got ta love my parents. And my mom got me a lamb plush and a Col. Quaritch action figure. Lol, Mom. I also had a lot of iced tea, mashed potatoes, and ice cream.

I love my mom and dad, and I love the doctor that gave me the surgery. He's the best where i hail from.

Who Is the Real Savage?

14

Quaritch rubbed the decal of a tiger on his AMP's machine gun. He used his palm, gently rubbing it on the metal. The clone took off the thin layer of plastic on the decal, and looked at it. It was a tiger snarling, its paw lashed out. The clone smirked at it. He then patted it.

"Looking good," he said in a whisper.

Hell's Gate was looking more and more civilized every day. Vines still clung to certain parts of the buildings, which were being hacked away at. The humans were mining again today. No big surprise. Oh well, at least he could go see Tu'sky again. And little Ma'ki, of course. The Na'vi was so accepting of him, since Mo'at said that he had a good soul. But, all of his memories proved him to be a horrible person. How could he have a good soul? Quaritch rubbed the small of his neck, a yawn passing his lips.

"Hey, Miles."

The clone glanced down, looking at Rajian on the floor below. "Oh, hey, Rajian," he greeted, rubbing at his tight neck.

The Indian man climbed up the stairs, looking at his friend. "You okay?" he asked.

"Ah, nothing, my neck just aches," he growled, rubbing at his neck. He glanced over at his friend. "I haven't seen you in a while. How've you been?"

"Ah, fine, just helping a few injured soldiers," Rajian answered. "That's all."

"Ah," was all that the clone said. He climbed into his AMP, activating it. Rajian sighed deeply.

"Do you really think that this is okay?" the Indian man breathed.

"What's not okay?" Quaritch asked, moving his fingers around.

"This," Rajian stated, pointing at the clone, "you making relations with the Na'vis."

Quaritch groaned, glaring at his friend. "You know you sound like a broken record," he grumbled, throwing a punch, and the robot followed.

"But it is true. They say history repeats itself."

The clone glanced up. "Look, I only want to see Tu'sky," he stated, his face burning. What the hell am I? Some damn teenager?

Rajian rolled his eyes, his hands rubbing his temples. "I know you like her, but you can't be with her," he said.

Quaritch remained silent.

"Don't play the silent trip with me."

The clone voicelessly waved his hand, and walked off. Rajian growled, gripping his hands until his felt his fingernails apply pressure to his palms. "You know you can't do this! You'll be in serious trouble!" he called.

Quaritch flipped off his friend, and walked onward, placing the hull over the open part of the AMP. The Indian man crossed his arms, thumping his foot. He glanced around, some people watching him. Rajian sighed, smoothing back his hair, butterflies forming in his stomach. That feeling vanished when a beautiful blonde walked under the platform. He soon found himself forgetting about his friend and chased after the woman.

Quaritch left Samantha in charge, again. He did not want to deal with his men. He wanted to see Tu'sky. When he first saw her, all he felt was lust for her. Now he felt something else for her. It was not just lust, but . . . love. He really cared for her. As the clone walked through the forest, glancing around. Mo'at had said he had a good soul. It was hard to believe that he was, after all that he had done to the Na'vi. But she was a spiritual leader—all believed her. And Neytiri was still . . . odd around him. She was very awkward around him. Why so? And if he did not notice, Tu'sky had some tension between them. She was good at masking it, but he noticed.

Light filtered from the canopy of the tall trees. Woodsprites danced together. Quaritch remembered that those seeds were very holy to the Na'vi. When a person was laid to rest, a Woodsprite would be placed by their body. Something about helping their soul find Eywa. They were attracted to him for some odd reason. One bounced by him, and he took it into his robot hand. He smirked, his free hand running over its tiny, delicate frame.

"What makes you so special?" he asked the sprite, gently toying with it. "Why do you like me so much?"

He released it, the tiny creature joining his friends in the sky. Quaritch walked forward, all the trees looking the same as before.

"You know, in our culture, being surrounded by the Atokirina' is a good omen."

Quaritch glanced up, seeing a smiling Jake. He was balanced perfectly in the tree, leaning against the trunk. The clone smirked. "You people are like stalkers, you know that?" the colonel stated.

Jake laughed loudly. "Well, it's what we do best," he said. He jumped down, landing next to the AMP. "Does Selfridge know about this?"

Quaritch shrugged his shoulder. "God only knows," he said. "I don't want him to know. I'll be strangled if he does find out."

Jake looked at the clone. "Why do you come here?" he asked. "You know you are risking getting in trouble, but you still come to visit us every other day. Why?"

Quaritch rubbed the back of his neck, his machine following his movements. "Well, I like your culture for one, and I feel like shit that I did this to you," he explained.

Jake calmly smiled. "Mo'at is right, you are different," he said.

"No shit."

The Na'vi laughed, scratching his arm. He waved his hand. "C'mon," he called, walking to where the tribe was located.

Quaritch's AMP followed. Blackwood was coming to Pandora soon—about five months now. He had to tell Jake. It was his right to know. "Hey, Sully," he called.

"Yeah?"

"Ever heard of General Blackwood?"

Jake stopped, his ears low. General Blackwood. He was a tyrant army man that was known to kill mercilessly and raped women. Though the rapes were covered up with corruption and money. The once-Marine turned to the clone, looking right at him. "Yeah, why?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Quaritch sternly frowned. "It is just a rumor, but Selfridge hired him to come here to Pandora," he answered.

Jake's head spun violently. His heart raced. No. That monster can't come! Jake looked directly at Quaritch. "R-really?" he questioned. "He's coming here?"

"I don't know," the clone said. "My memories are shit. I remember his name, but not who he is. Could you tell me?"

"He's a monster!" Jake shouted. "He's a murderer! A horrible person that is known to rape women! Even though it is never proven, but everyone knows."

Quaritch's face was stiff, his eyes narrowed. "Well, you better pray to your God that it is only a rumor," he stated, brushing by Jake.

The Na'vi male grabbed the arm of the AMP is desperation. "But, what if it isn't a rumor!" he called. "What if it is real? What if he is coming!"

Quaritch gazed down at the creature next to him. "I'll make sure that he will not harm you or your people," he simply said. "I promise. Okay?"

Jake frowned, pulling himself away from the AMP. His breath slowed down, just thinking. Quaritch's metal hand patted the back of the Na'vi, and then walked. Jake was horrified. It took six years for him to arrive to Pandora, and human technology sky-rocketed, so Jake speculated that he had less than that to prepare his people; around four or so.

"I suggest you tell your people."

"That's what I was thinking," Jake said, following the clone.

"If it is true, I have a feeling a war might start. Just in case, I'll bring you people weapons. This is your home, after all."

Jake smiled, though Quaritch did not catch it. He then said: "I'm surprised that Selfridge isn't making you wage war on us."

Quaritch paused. That was right; Selfridge did not make or order him to fight the Na'vi. That only meant that Blackwood was really coming, and he was going to fight the Na'vi. Shit. Quaritch found Ma'ki, who was constructing an item out of a branch. Jake smiled, approaching the boy, and Quaritch defused his machine, placing his mask on his face.

"What are you making?" Jake asked, bending down to the boy.

"A fish pole," he answered.

Quaritch looked at the boy. "Fishing pole," the clone corrected.

Ma'ki pointed at the clone. "That too," he stated.

Quaritch smirked. He glanced around, wanting to see Tu'sky. "Hey, Ma'ki, where's your sister?" the clone inquired.

The young boy shrugged. "Dunno," he answered.

Quaritch tugged at his vest, his handgun brushing against his chest. "Alright, I'm going to look for her," he said. "Have fun." The clone playfully ruffled Ma'ki's nappy hair, and then walked off. He walked towards the huts of the village, noticing Neytiri skinning a pup Viperwolf. She removed the thick armor, placing them in a container. She glanced up at Quaritch, her ears low. She kept forgetting that he was the good Quaritch. "You seen Tu'sky?"

Neytiri shook her head. "No," she answered. Then she paused. "Wait, yes. She went that way." She pointed south towards rocks and mountains.

The clone nodded. "Thank you," he stated, walking towards where she pointed.

Neytiri watched the clone. Her mate approached her, Ma'ki by his side. The female Na'vi smiled at the boy, looking at his fishing pole. "Oh, you made it," she stated.

Ma'ki beamed at his creation. "Yeah, I did!" he exclaimed. "I go try it." The little boy rushed off, heading towards a river.

Neytiri smiled, then she turned to her mate, where her happy face faded away. "Jhake, what is wrong?" she inquired.

Jake glanced down at his mate. "There's something I want to tell you," he stated.

Quaritch climbed up the rocks, glancing over. He saw the village of the Na'vi below him. The wind was cool against his warm skin. He glanced over at his soldiers. Dead trees and grass surrounded the area. The large digging machines ripped into the dirt, looking for the priceless mineral. He growled at the sight, but continued to climb the rocks. He soon found Tu'sky. She was sitting on a rock, her head low, and her tail limp on the stones below her. Her short hair ruffled in the wind, and her long braid draped around her shoulders (she had the same hair-cut as Ma'ki). Quaritch approached her, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. She jumped, unsheathing her knife. The clone jumped back, his hands up. Tu'sky sighed, placing her knife back in its holster.

"Miles," she breathed. "Hey."

Quaritch lowered his hands. "Tu'sky, you okay, sweetheart?" he asked, sitting on a rock next to her.

"Yeah, just thinking," she said. She lifted her head to the sky above.

"About," Quaritch stated, moving his hand in a circular motion, wanting her to continue.

"About the Great Sorrow, and the Great War, and . . . other things," she whispered, placing her hands to her braid, petting it fondly.

"Ah."

There was an awkward silence between them. Quaritch gazed out over the trees below them. Creatures flew, screeching and roaring. Above him, yet far off, he saw a series of floating rocks connected by vines or something to that nature. The clone gently patted Tu'sky's arm, pointing at the rocks.

"What's that?"

Tu'sky smiled. "Iknimaya, the Stairway to Heaven," she answered. "That is where warriors get Ikran." The Na'vi paused, and sighed.

Quaritch glanced at his love interest. He leaned forward, trying to look into her emerald eyes. "Is there something you want to talk about?" he asked.

"I cannot."

"Why?"

"When one die, we never mention them again, only when spiritual leader asks for them," she answered.

"Who died?"

"I cannot tell," Tu'sky roughly answered.

Quaritch leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. "Let me guess," he said. "I have not seen your parents, nor do you have one of those dragons—Ikrans. I'm guessing they died?"

Judging by the way Tu'sky's ears lowered, and her eyes flashed with pain, he hit the mark. Memories flooded her mind: her Ikran screeching as it burned alive, and the smell of his burning flesh filled her senses, her father being shot, and her mother being crushed by the falling Hometree. Her brother was only a baby at the time; he never got to know his parents, not like she did. He frowned, placing his hand awkwardly on hers. "I'm sorry," he said.

She nodded, her hand rubbing her right eye. Quaritch reached for her chin, pulling her head towards him. Her eyes were wet. He looked in pity at her, stroking her cheek. "I'm sorry," he said again.

Tu'sky nodded, placing her large hand over his. Time stood still there; Tu'sky wanting to forget the past and Quaritch by her side. He had been so kind to her. But she had to admit, he was odd, but she enjoyed his company. Quaritch pulled back his hand, placing it on his lap. She didn't want him to do that.

"Why are you not supposed to mention those who die?"

"Well, it form of grieving," she answered. "They with Eywa—they protected by the Mother. Every time person mention those who die, their hearts ache. It is way to never forget them in heart, but to honor them in sense."

Quaritch nodded slowly, rubbing his head. Tu'sky then let out a chuckle. "Ma'ki cannot wait to have Ikran," she stated, wanting to forget death entirely. "He want always to prove his worth."

Quaritch glanced over at her. "Well, he'll be a fine warrior someday then," he stated, shifting his weight slightly.

"Yes, I know," she said, smiling down at the human. She paused. "You Sky People have a goddess?"

"We stopped believing in any gods or goddesses a long time ago."

Tu'sky was startled, looking at him. "W-what? Why?" she demanded.

Quaritch shrugged. "I don't know," he stated. "We just stopped. But, there are those who do believe, but not many people do anymore. I guess we thought we were better than any other being out there; I guess our egos took over, and we were eaten up by our advances in technology." He looked at her, examining her blank face. But in her eyes, she saw the hurt. She was in pain, and she placed an acting face on to be strong for her brother. The loss of her parents and Ikran was difficult for her, and she at a young age had to care for her brother. She grew up fast . . . Too fast. Quaritch then glanced over to the troops to the right of him, noticing that they were leaving the area. "I've got to go," he said, standing up.

Tu'sky looked at him. "Must you?" she asked. "I like talking with you."

He glanced at her, his dark eyes on her. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Me too," he stated. "I'll see you tomorrow. Tell Ma'ki I said 'bye.'"

"Okay," Tu'sky breathed, watching the clone jump down some jagged rocks, and towards where his AMP was parked. She turned back to the floating mountains, watching the sun set. The large gas planet was visible from where she was at, outlined by multicoloured clouds. She did miss her parents, and her Ikran. She sighed, rubbing her neck, brushing against her necklace. Soon there were footsteps behind her. At first she thought it was Quaritch, but when she turned, it was only Norm. He was panting like a dog in summer. She looked at him.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Quaritch said you were here," he breathed, placing his hands to his knees. "Jake wants to talk to the whole tribe. Come."

Jake paced, his mate watched him. Mo'at could sense that there was something wrong. She reached out to her daughter's mate, touching his shoulder. "JakeSully?" she whispered.

He flinched, turning around to look at the older woman. "Oh, Mo'at," he breathed.

Mo'at placed her hands on his shoulders. "Calm yourself," she said calmly. "I know that the news is bad. I can feel it."

Neytiri looked at her mate, her ears low. "What is wrong?" she asked. Her face shifted into anger. "Is it MilesQuaritch?"

Jake gazed at his mate. "No, not at all, we don't have to worry about him," he breathed. "It's worse. Far worse."

The tribe silently talked among themselves until Norm came with Tu'sky. Ma'ki gripped his fishing pole, glancing up at his sister. The female Na'vi placed her hand on his head. "What is it?" she asked in Na'vi.

"The olo'eyktan says he has news," he answered. "Bad news."

Tu'sky blinked, glancing up at Jake, seeing his worried expression. The leader of the tribe rubbed his head, and then walked in front of his people. "My people," he called in Na'vi. "MilesQuaritch warned me of danger. A person that is known to be a tyrant on my planet is coming. He thinks that this person may start a war between the Sky People and us again. Since the Sky People have better weapons that can kill us easier, I fear we will be in dire trouble."

Panic spread over the crowd. Jake's voice broke through the chaos: "My people, do not fear, may we pray to Eywa, and prepare for battle. MilesQuaritch says he will bring us weapons to fight the Sky People if they do start another battle. He is on our side. He is risking a lot helping us."

Tu'sky blinked. Why did Quaritch keep this from her? Was he worried that he may scare her? She had lost so much already . . . All she had left of her family was Ma'ki. She growled at the thought of another war, gripping her brother's trembling shoulders.

Eywa, protect us, Tu'sky thought. There's so much I want to do before I come to you. We can't have another war. Why us? What are you trying to teach us? What are you trying to teach me? I want a mate, I want a family . . . Why now? It has only been eight years. Eywa, please, protect us. Please protect Miles from his own people. He's risking a lot to help us. Please, protect him.

Quaritch blankly looked at the paper that confirmed that General Blackwood was coming to Pandora. His stomach lurched, but Selfridge smiled. "See, isn't this great?" he asked, propping his feet on his desk, reclining in his chair, his hands behind his head. "General Blackwood will come, and we can make sure that those big blue feline-aliens leave us alone."

The clone looked at his boss. "But, sir, they have not even done a thing," he stated. "They've kept to themselves."

"They're savages," Parker pointed out. "They just might attack and kill a few of us."

Quaritch picked up the slips of paper, waving them around. "But this won't help!" he called. "I've got things under control. I don't need him."

"He's coming, whether you like it or not," Parker stated. "He's already on a ship coming here." He jabbed at his desk, emphasizing his words with actions. "I can't tell the ship to turn around and go back to Earth."

"Are you sure? Have you tired?"

"Quaritch."

"Selfridge."

Selfridge looked at the clone, who was smirking at the mockery he was creating. "Don't test me," he snarled. "Now go tell the troops that Blackwood and his men are coming here. Go."

Quaritch narrowed his eyes at his boss. He clicked his tongue, turned on his heel, and stormed out of the office. The business man sighed, rubbing his temples. He hated this Quaritch. Selfridge was willing to pay Dr. Wolfe another million to allow him to be decommissioned. Hell, he was willing to pay twice as much just to get rid of the clone. Selfridge rubbed his temples and sighed.

Quaritch looked over his large squad. They were in the cafeteria, and behind him, there were AMPs, Samsons, and Scorpions on the cracked landing way. The windows blocked out the sounds of the roaring of engines and machines. The clone had his hands behind his back, his eyes empty. "In about five months, a man by the name of General Blackwood will come here to Pandora," he stated, extremely still and stiff.

Chatter filled the room, but when Quaritch cleared his throat, all was silent once more. The clone paced in the walkway, walking towards the back, looking at all his troops. "He will come here to help us out, his men will also. They will bring more weapons—" He shuttered at the thought. "—and they will bring us more protection." He walked more, and towards the front. He saw Rajian in the corner, his back pressed against the walls, his arms over his chest. He was very tense. Quaritch looked at his friend, who then sighed, and walked out of the room. The clone looked at his metal-tipped shoes, then said: "We might war with the Na'vi once more."

Olo'eyktan—clan leader

And yes, I reckon you saw the Abiorginal Culture in there. This film has so many references to our world:

Navi culutre—my culture (Native American Indian culture . . . Yes, I'm Indian. My ancestors took over my acestors; bloody British. xp I'm British as well, and many other races), African, Abiorginal, Hinduism (an Avatar (or Avatara) is based off Indian bliefs that a god comes in the form of human flesh) and the Na'vi are blue off an Hindu God or Goddess.

And the Floating Mountains are a reference to a series of Chinese mountains. Go figure.