Okay, I do like humor. It makes my day. I'll try to insert some humor in this fic, and there's some in this chapter. It'll be a reference. Slightly. Let's place Spot the Robot Chicken reference.

Weapons of the Sky People

15

Quaritch was very careful to make sure that no one saw him. He grabbed couple of dozen or so hand grenades, shoving them away in holding compartments in his AMP, which he called Fkeu Tsamsiyu (Tu'sky suggested it and he liked it), or in Na'vi: "mighty warrior." In his mouth was the butt of his handgun, and he was bent over in the AMP, trying his best to cover the grenades. In his military gut, he just knew that a war was coming. RDA was determined to kill off all the Na'vi.

He would not allow it.

His boots brushed against the platform under him, and he slid down the AMP, landing on the platform. It was two in the morning—no one was up . . . yet. Just him so far. Quaritch placed his boot on the AMP, and unstrapped his pant pocket, pulling out a few more grenades. The clone went back into the machine, and placed them in the compartments. He took the gun from his mouth, and placed it into the holster on his vest.

"Okay, guns . . . guns," he whispered to himself.

Quaritch jumped off the platform, landing perfectly on the floor below. He walked back to the weapon's room, glancing at the weapons. He grabbed a few handguns, placing them into his waistband, shoving them down into his pant legs. The metal was cold against his skin, and he shivered.

"God damn it," he hissed, placing more guns into his pant legs. "That's damn cold."

He shook his leg, and the metal of the guns clanked together.

"That won't work," he said. "Only a few."

He reached down into his pants, taking out two guns on the table. He was not worried about the cameras. Why? Quaritch cut them for time to smuggle weapons out of Hell's Gate. He had only so much time before those in the camera room find out. The clone relied on their laziness. Most of them were probably sleeping. He rushed to the AMP, placing the guns with the grenades, carefully. He did not want an explosion. After he had those weapons stashed away, he smirked.

"Perfect," he breathed.

He jumped down on the platform, and looked to the cameras. He had to turn them back on. Quaritch grabbed a metal stool, rushing over to a camera, and turned it back on. He repeated the process until all seven cameras were active once more. Two guns were still in his pants for later. The metal was warming on his skin. It did feel awkward. Quaritch went to the cafeteria, wanting to drink. He went behind the counters, looking around for vodka or some hard liquor. When he found a glass bottle of vodka, and took it, along with a long glass. No shots. Just hard vodka. The colonel found a nice table, and it was opened to the great space. Quaritch sat down, and opened the bottle, pouring himself a nice long glass. He gulped it down, and his body lightly trembled.

"The good stuff," he whispered to himself.

Clank.

The clone snapped his head up towards the door to the cafeteria. There stood a very tried Dr. Wolfe. He was rubbing his eyes, glancing over at the clone with little surprise. "Oh, hello, Miles," he greeted with a yawn.

"Hello," the clone stated. He lifted up his glass. "Want some?"

Dr. Wolfe shrugged, walking sluggishly over to the table where the clone was sitting at. He sat down, placing his arms on the table. Quaritch pushed the bottle over to the scientist, and he took it, and drank from the bottle. "You're tired?" he asked.

The scientist placed the bottle on the table. "No shit," he whispered.

Quaritch took the bottle, pouring himself another glass. "So, what's got you worked up?" he asked, drinking from the glass.

"Blackwood. I don't want him here," Dr. Wolfe whimpered. "I don't want him here."

"You think I do?"

The scientist glanced up at his prized jewel—one of his greatest creations. "No—I mean, ugh," he groaned. "This is crap."

Quaritch brushed his hand over his head, his hair smooth under his palm. "I'll make sure that he does nothing to the Na'vi," he whispered to the scientist. "Okay?"

"How?" growled the heavy-set man. "How? Care to explain? He will be your boss once he arrives. He is a general, you are a colonel. He is many ranks higher than you."

The clone tapped his thumbnail against the table, thinking. "I'm not sure," he stated honestly.

"Once he arrives, you will have to report to him. You can't do anything."

Quaritch glared intensely at the man in front of him. "I will not allow it," he hissed threateningly. "I will not allow it."

Dr. Wolfe raised an eyebrow to his creation. He arched his fingers, placing the tips of his fingers together gently. "Why will you protect these people—the Na'vi," he stated. "I mean—what is in it for you? What will you get out of this?"

Quaritch paused, thinking. Nothing. Nothing was in it for him. He thought of the Na'vi people. Jake wanted to protect his people—he was the leader of his tribe. Then there was Ma'ki and the other children. Most of those children lost brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers . . . They've lost so much. And there was Tu'sky. She was the silent type, but she was brave and strong, and wanted to protect only one person—Ma'ki. Her little brother. That darling innocent little boy that was just so full of life, and that little boy who dug his way into Quaritch's heart. Quaritch glanced up, his eyes determined.

"The protection of those people."

Tu'sky roughly scrubbed at her brother's rough hair. "Stay still," she hissed in Na'vi. "You need to be clean."

It was now morning. The sun poked up behind the horizon, shades of red, pink, and orange filled the clouds and the sky. Ma'ki squealed, yanking away from his sister's claws. "That hurts," he whimpered.

She kneeled next to her brother. He was naked, sitting on a rock, gripping his tail. She stood next to him, rubbing an alien liquid into his nappy hair. It was used especially for hair. It was a thin liquid smelled like flowers—well, it was a flower sap. Tu'sky picked up her basket, which was filled with cool river water.

"Close your eyes," she ordered.

Ma'ki closed his eyes, and she dumped the water on his head. He shivered, yanking his hair from his face.

"You're done," Tu'sky stated.

"Thank you!" cried the little boy, ringing out his hair.

Tu'sky smiled at her brother, and he dried off his body with a fur-towel. He grabbed his loincloth, and put it on. "Now you clean," she said in English.

"I hate bath," he grumbled.

"Don't be like that," she stated, her ears twitching, and grabbed him, pulling him into a hug.

Ma'ki, twisted in her grip, looked to his sister, his face sour. "Be like what?" he asked, breaking from her, and smoothing out his hair.

Tu'sky tapped the top of her brother's head. "Don't be that way," she repeated, standing up.

The little boy rolled her yellow eyes. "Chief Jhake says that there be war with Sky People again," he said, his ears low. "Is that true?"

Tu'sky looked at her little brother, her eyes sad. "I do not know," she answered in her native tongue.

"I don't want another war," he whimpered, rushing to his sister, grabbing her hands. "I don't want another war."

She kneeled before her brother, scooping him up in her hands. "I know, I know," she whispered into his ear.

"I want to keep saying your name."

"Me too. Eywa will watch over us."

Norm pushed aside some large leafs, looking for some kì'ong fruit. He wondered through the woods, searching for food for the tribe. A basket was in his hand, supported by his hip. He found the tree, and plucked some fruit, placing it in the basket. Ma'ki pushed through the plants, seeing Norm there. He smiled brightly, and he pounced the taller Na'vi.

"NormSpellman!" he called. "Hey!"

Norm beamed down at the little boy. "Hello, Ma'ki," he stated. He grabbed the fruit from the basket, and handed it to the boy. "Here, have one."

Ma'ki took the kì'ong fruit, biting into it. Tu'sky smiled, walking over to her brother, toying with a lock of his hair. "What you say?" she asked.

Ma'ki nodded, his cheeks swelled up. "Irayo," he mumbled.

Norm smiled. "Of course," he answered.

He patted the boy's head as he passed, walking back to the village. Norm chuckled. "Sweet kid," he stated.

"Yeah, my littl' brother," she stated, smiling fondly at her younger sibling. She reached in, grabbing the kì'ong fruit. She bit into it. "Irayo, NormSpellman."

"Of course," Norm stated, smiling at her.

She was very pretty, and he was surprised that no man had tried to go after her. Perhaps they did not like her height. But Quaritch liked her . . ."Tu'sky—"

He was cut short when machines roared. The Na'vis gazed up, seeing AMPs in the background, behind many trees, slashing at bushes and foliage. Tu'sky glared deeply at the humans, a growl in her throat. Norm grabbed her shoulder, yanking her away. "Come," he beckoned.

She hissed, her tail twitching wildly. Norm pulled her along. "Leave them, best not to make them angry," he whispered.

"I hate them, I hate them," she whispered.

"Not all of them are like that."

Tu'sky looked up at him with sad eyes. "I know, you aren't, the others aren't, Miles is not," she stated, perking up the moment she uttered his name.

Norm frowned once she spoke his name. "Oh, yeah, him," he muttered, crossing over the land.

"What wrong with Miles? He good man," she stated, jumped over a log.

"I know, I know," muttered Norm, plucking some fruit from trees.

"I wonder where he is?"

"I don't know," Norm growled, his ears low. "And I don't care," he muttered at the end.

"What?"

"Nothing," the Na'vi quickly stated, smiling at her.

Tu'sky looked at her oddly, her ears lowered, and then slightly twitched. "Oookay," she said in a drawn out tone of voice.

They entered the village, Norm placing the basket on a rock. Jake smiled, inspecting the fruit. "Good stuff, Norm," he stated, patting his friend on the shoulder.

Norm smiled up at Jake. "Thank you," he stated.

Neytiri looked at the fruit, her hand scooping out the fruit. She tossed up the fruit, smiling. "Fresh," she stated.

Tu'sky looked to the forest, then to the clan leader. "Where Miles?" she asked.

Jake glanced up, remembering that Quaritch's first name was Miles. "Um, I haven't seen him here," he answered.

Her ears dropped. "I worry," she whispered.

Norm glared at Tu'sky—not at her, really, just her mentioning the clone's name. Miles this. Miles that, he thought. What's so special about him? He's cloned off our enemy for God's sakes! He grumbled to himself, rubbing at his head. Neytiri reached out, touching her friend's shoulder. "You okay?" she asked.

Norm glanced up at her, blinking. "Yeah, yeah I am," he stated, offering a smile. He quickly glanced at the smaller Na'vi, and then sighed, then turned to walk away. He joined Ma'ki, smiling, ruffling the boy's hair. Neytiri frowned. She knew that he liked Tu'sky—she was just not interested in him. The creaking sounds of metal filled the atmosphere, and Tu'sky glanced up. She beamed when she noticed that it was an AMP.

"Miles!" she called, rushing to the AMP.

Quaritch smiled down at her, halting his machine. He placed on his mask, and popped the hood. Jake approached the clone, glancing down at the human. "I'm surprised still that Selfridge does not know about this," he stated.

"He will find out soon enough," Quaritch stated, sternly frowning.

He jumped down onto the ground, the two guns jabbing him that resided in his pants. He growled. "Ow," he hissed.

"Did you get any weapons?" Jake asked, anxiousness in his voice.

Quaritch smirked proudly at himself. "Damn straight," he stated. As he started to unbuckle his pants, Jake stepped back.

"Whoa, whoa, what?" Jake exclaimed, looking at the clone.

Quaritch glanced up. He blinked, then rolled his eyes, and frowned. "I'm not stripping," he hissed. He reached down into his pants, and pulled out a handgun. "See?" He held out the gun to Jake. "I've got grenades too."

Jake smiled, taking the tiny gun. "Good job," he stated. The gun was big enough for a human, but awkward and small in the hand of a Na'vi. Jake tried his best to place his finger into the trigger, but it was jammed in it. "Ah!" The Na'vi flailed his hand, wanting the gun off his hand.

Neytiri rolled her gold eyes, and reached out to grab her mate's hand. "Hold still, silly," she stated, latching her hands around his wrist. She yanked the tiny gun from his finger, and Jake hissed, rubbing his finger joints. Neytiri inspected the item in her hands. "Too tiny," she stated.

Quaritch had the butt of the handgun in his mouth as he zipped up his pants. He glanced up. "Really?" he asked around the gun.

Jake nodded. "I think so," he said.

Quaritch grumbled. "I'm sorry, I could not get any machine guns," he stated. "It'd be too obvious."

Tu'sky reached over, taking the gun from Neytiri. Since she was much smaller than the other Na'vis, the gun fit in her hand. It was slightly awkward, but still workable. Norm approached Tu'sky, looking at her. Quaritch smiled. "Works for her," he stated, smirking.

Tu'sky smiled, looking at the item. "How do you work?" she asked, tapping the metal with her fingernail.

Jake turned to one of his tribe member. "I'll teach you how to work them," he stated.

Quaritch jumped back up at his AMP, going through the compartments. Ma'ki approached, looking at the weapon in his sister's hand. The clone jumped down, showing off the lines of grenades, smirking. "You like?" he asked.

Jake laughed, grabbing a ring of grenades. "I like!" he called.

He liked this Quaritch. A lot. The clone handed the other ring to Norm, and there was slight tension from the Na'vi before he took it from the clone. Quaritch felt it. Ma'ki looked at the round weapons, and grabbed one from the ring. "What this?" he asked, pulling the pin.

Jake, Norm, and even Quaritch screamed practically. No. They did scream. "HOLY SHIT!!" the clone bellowed, snatching the grenade from the boy, and tossed it towards the forest. In a few seconds, there was a mass explosion, knocking out some trees. The tribe jumped, and Mo'at rushed to the forest, watching tiny sparks of flames on the foliage of the trees, and some were tumbling over. They landed with mighty thumps, and the villagers looked in surprise. Mo'at turned to Jake and the others, her ears low, and a scowl on her face. Ma'ki voicelessly pointed at the clone, his tail wrapped around his feet sheepishly. Tu'sky gently jabbed the head of the clone, and he glanced up.

"Can I have some of those?"

"Note to self: keep grenades from Ma'ki," Jake muttered.

He hid the weapons in a jar, and placed them at the highest self in the hut. Mo'at's hut was the biggest in the whole village (besides Jake and Neytiri's). It was not really Mo'at's—it was a prayer hut for Eywa. The older Na'vi sighed. "War will come," she whispered.

Jake glanced down at her. "I know," he stated.

"MilesQuaritch is good person," she stated. Mo'at sighed, then glanced up. "I'm afraid."

Jake sighed, walking over to the woman, placing his hands on her shoulder. "I promise everything will be fine," he stated.

Mo'at smiled, looking at her daughter's mate. "I know—Eywa is here," she stated, holding out her hands to the sky.

Outside, Norm and Quaritch had a battle of the glares. The clone was playing with his gun, patting it against his palm. "So, what is this?" the clone demanded.

"You mean this tension?" Norm asked, his ears low.

"No, the sky—no shit the tension," snarled Quaritch.

Norm pointed accusingly at Quaritch. "You don't care for Tu'sky, I know you don't," he hissed. "The Na'vi have different views when it comes to relationships—especially sexual ones. This is not like Earth where if you want sex, you find some bimbo and get lucky. Na'vis will not do that. They have high views for relationships."

Quaritch recalled his memories. He remembered Earth. He remembered going to bars, getting drunk, and then finding some hot woman to get laid with. Quaritch had real feelings for Tu'sky. People say love was very painful—they say love is like going into a drawer filled with knives. Even though he knew Tu'sky for only a few months, he really cared about her. She was a smart, silent (but short fused), strong woman with a heart of gold.

"But I like her."

Norm looked at him.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow. "I promise I won't hurt her," he stated.

Norm looked deeply at him. "Your word means nothing to me," he grumbled.

The clone glared at the Na'vi.

"Oh, yes, she hates humans—"

"But she likes me," Quaritch demanded.

"She only likes you since you're helping us," Norm clarified. "But she still hates humans. She will never love or feel for you."

The clone glared. "Screw off, you big blue bastard," he hissed.

Norm smirked. In the background, Jake spoke with Tu'sky, and she nodded her head, agreeing to something. She walked over to where Quaritch and Norm were at, and sensed their tension. She glanced back and forth between them before saying: "Olo'eyktan JakeSully wants me to teach you our language."

Quaritch looked at her oddly. "Why the hell should I?" he asked, placing a hand on his knee.

"He said it would help. Come."

She turned, walked a few steps, and then turned to Quaritch, wanting him to follow. The clone sent a smirk to Norm, and then followed the female Na'vi. Norm shook his head, and sighed.

Irayo—thank you.