Hey, SGTCJC, I en't mad. Sorry 'bout your computer. D: I personally thought you were on vacation. x3

The Unseen Attack

20

Jake looked in the midday sky. It was a clear day, and the clouds drifted lazily by. Neytiri went to her mate, placing a hand on his back. "You okay?" she asked gently.

He turned to her, softly smiling. "Oh, yes," he stated. "I haven't seen Quaritch in three days."

"Tu'sky said that she seen him two days ago," Neytiri said.

"Yeah, but I have a feeling Selfridge has something to do as to why Quaritch isn't here," he said, his tail twitched. He turned around, going to the tribe below.

Neytiri was soon to follow, but then there was a pause. She was silent, her ear twitched, honing in on the faint sounds that were carried on the wind. Jake looked at his mate, confused as to why she was not moving. "Neytiri?" he questioned.

She waved her hand down at him, wanting him to be silent. Neytiri reached for her knife, pulling it free, and stalked under the large leaves. Jake blinked, and then followed. He kept low as they crawled on the fresh earth. The sounds of metal filled Jake's ears.

No.

Soldiers jumped, shooting their weapons at the two Na'vi. Neytiri hissed, but Jake grabbed her before she could attack. "Run!" he screamed, thrusting her in front of him.

She dashed off, and Jake was soon to follow. A human taunted: "Come and play with us, kitty, kitty!" Jake growled, a bullet grazing his arm. Neytiri entered the village, yelling: "The Sky People are here! The Sky People are attacking!"

Norm jumped from his spot, growling. First thing that entered his mind: this was Quaritch's doing. He grabbed his bow and arrows, as did all of the warriors. Mo'at herded the children into the safety of the large hut. Norm drew his bow, shooting at the first soldier he saw. The man went down, the arrow lodged in his chest. An AMP came, shooting off his rounds, smirking as he did so.

"Eat metal, ya bitches!" he screamed.

Jake went into the main hut, reaching for the grenades. He took the grenades, taking off one. He went outside, pulling the pin, and threw it to the humans. The explosion rippled in the air, and the humans were surprised to see that the Na'vi had human weapons.

"Where the hell did they get the grenades?" screamed a man, ducking behind a tree log.

"I don't know!" yelled a man, who was in an AMP. He fired off several rounds, aiming at the Na'vi. Several were shot, and they fell to the ground.

Mo'at looked out, her body still as bullets flew through the air. She watched with a still face. In her heart, she knew Quaritch had nothing to do with this attack. The older Na'vi female took a bow, and a few arrows. She arched, hitting one man. He cried out, gripping the arrow that was lodged in his chest before he tumbled to the ground. AMPs released their bullets, spraying the Na'vi . Norm then was hit. He grabbed his side, crying out in pain. He fell to the ground, whimpering in pain. Norm could feel the blood trickle down his side and on his fingers. Tu'sky gasped, rushing to Norm, shooting another human with her arrow before kneeling next to him; not to mention that she was smirking broadly as she shot him.

"You okay?" she asked, grabbing his shoulders.

A bullet flew over her head, and she snarled. Tu'sky grabbed Norm, pulling to place him behind a tree. "Stay here," she ordered, taking her arrows.

She jumped on a rock, shooting another human. He yelped in pain, falling to the ground dead. Tu'sky frantically looked over the crowd for her brother. She went back to the village, shooting down several men as she did so. The smaller Na'vi then saw Mo'at. She was perfectly still as she fired an arrow, hitting a human.

"Mo'at!" she cried.

Mo'at turned to Tu'sky.

"Where is Ma'ki!"

"Safe," she answered, firing over Tu'sky, and hitting a man's leg.

He was safe. She rushed away, hoping to get a few other foot soldiers. Jake attacked an AMP, realizing that the windshield was reinforced glass. He snarled as the robot's hands tried its best to snap at him. The male Na'vi jumped down, pulling out his knife, and stabbing the back of the machine, where the cooling systems were. The AMP began to shut down, and the air inside began to leave the compartment, and the man inside began to gag. His AMP fell to the ground with a mighty thump. He did not notice the human that was aiming to shoot him. Neytiri saw, however. She shot the man, and he screamed before he died. Jake smiled at his mate, and she returned the smile.

Tu'sky, meanwhile, hid within the treetops. She drew her arrow, aiming at a man. She growled as she released it. It hit him in the chest, and he yelped, falling to the ground. Another man sprayed bullets into the canopy. One hit Tu'sky in her upper thigh. She screamed in agony, gripping the bleeding wound. She fell to the ground, growling lowly. She snapped her head up, the same human trying to kill her, was still firing at her. She stood up, rushing away as fast as she could, but limping as she went. She covered her bleeding thigh, jumping down into a huge ditch.

"Where she go?" asked a human.

"Who cares? Let's just get the rest of the Na'vi."

She was breathing hard, inspecting her wound. It was tiny, but profusely bleeding. Tu'sky growled, pushing her back into the dirt. It stung. Where was Quaritch? Where was he? Her people needed him. She glanced up at the sky. It was hues of pink, red, and yellow. Just a few moments later, a human joined her in the ditch. Tu'sky's first reaction: attack. She quickly took her knife, and stabbed the man next to her. He screamed in pain, and Tu'sky jumped back, looking at the man next to her. He was trembling, holding his hand over his stab wound. She could see the fear in his eyes; she saw the pain in his eyes. He whimpered, inching away from her. The man's weapon was a few feet from him. Tu'sky held the knife up near her ear, looking at him with no pity. She raised up her knife, ready to strike again. The man curled under her, ready for another blow.

"Please don't kill me!" he cried.

Tu'sky stopped short, looking at him. He inched away from her, whimpering. "I'm sorry!" he cried. "I never wanted to hurt you! I just needed the money! I needed work! I'm sorry!"

Tu'sky just looked at him, her emerald eyes filled with pity. She dropped her knife. What had she done? This man never wanted to hurt her people. The smaller Na'vi reached out her hands, trying to help the human. He flinched, inching away from her.

"No, I sorry," she stated, taking her head into his hands. "I sorry. I sorry."

He yelped, being moved onto plush grass. There were several explosions, dirt flying, and there were yells. Tu'sky ducked. She could not go out there. She turned to the smaller being next to her. "Let me look," she stated, reaching for his uniform. She unbuttoned it, looking at the stains of blood. She then opened to see the hole in his chest. "I so sorry."

The man wheezed, coughing slightly. "I never wanted to do this," he groaned. "I'm sorry."

Tu'sky looked at him. There was another explosion. Dirt flew, hitting the two in the ditch. She glanced around, finding a large leaf. It was the type of leaf used for bandages. She ripped of the leaf from its stem, and pressed it to the man's chest. He yelped, lurching forward. Tu'sky hushed the man, stroking his head.

"It okay," she breathed. "It okay. I sorry."

He glanced up at her. "I never wanted to do this," he breathed. "I needed work."

Tu'sky held the man for safety. There was another explosion. And just as Jake was about to throw another grenade, there was a voice: "Move out! Move out!"

The humans then began to flee, some picking up their comrades and rushed back to the safety of Hell's Gate. Jake watched, growling. Neytiri had an arrow drawn, but then lowered her weapon. She watched as the humans run back to the safety of their camp. She heard a groan, and she turned around. A male Na'vi was holding his side, growling. She dropped her weapon, rushing to the man's side, supporting him. Jake picked up a hurt woman, carrying her to the safety of the village. Neytiri looked up at her mate.

"Why did they attack?" she asked.

Jake looked at her, placing the woman down on the ground. "Quaritch knew that this would happen," he grumbled. "He knew they would attack."

"Then why didn't he help?" Neytiri snapped.

Jake shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, but right now, we have to help those who are hurt," he stated, inspecting the female Na'vi's wound.

Hands were on Quaritch's body. The clone slapped them away, wanting to sleep. There was a voice calling his name. It was distant, however. Could he not get any sleep? But those hands would not leave him alone.

"Miles! Miles! Get up! Please."

Quaritch opened his eyes, and his vision was blurry. He liked his eyes closed, and so he closed them.

"Miles! For the love of god, get your ass up!"

There was one final push on his shoulders, and he opened his eyes. He looked up, his upper lip twitching in discontentment. Rajian was breathing hard, his face horrified. Quaritch blinked out the sleep from his eyes. "What is it?" the clone asked, turning on his side. "I'm trying to sleep."

"How can you sleep after what happened?" cried Rajian.

"What are you talking about?" Quaritch asked, pressing himself into his bed.

"Your troops attacked the Na'vis."

The clone's eyes opened wide. What? He sat up on his bed, looking at his friend. "What?" he asked, slightly dazed.

"You didn't hear? Your men attacked the Na'vis," Rajian stated, his hands shaking. "Why did you do that?"

"I didn't."

"Then who?"

Quaritch then glared, his face hateful and thunderous. He knew. He knew who did that. Selfridge. Quaritch shot up from his bed, grabbing his boots. "That bastard!" he screamed, buckling his boots up. The clone pushed by his friend, growling like a mad dog. He ignored Rajian's cries behind him. All he heard was the blood in his pounding like war drums. People moved out of his way as he walked sternly down the hallway. All he could focus on was strangling Selfridge. Why did he fall asleep through the fight? How could he? What did Dr. Wolfe do to his drink? But he soon forgot about that as he kicked down the metal door of Selfridge's office. The business man jumped as the door swung on its hinges, and hit the opposite wall.

"What the hell's your problem?" screeched Selfridge, standing up from his chair.

Quaritch looked heatedly at the man before him. He then growled: "You son of a bitch."

Selfridge looked at the clone. Quaritch closed the door with a slam. "You allowed my men to attack the Na'vi?" he snarled madly.

The business man was still, the pen in his hand dropped to the desk below. Quaritch glared hatefully at the man before him. "Yeah, that's right, I know," he snarled. "So, what was the plan? What did Dr. Wolfe do to my drink? Put in some sleeping pills? You didn't want me to intervene, did you?"

Selfridge was silent.

"Oh, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

The business man glared at the clone, but remained silent. Quaritch lunged at the business man, grabbing the side of the business man's face. He applied pressure on the man's face. "You listen here: you never do that again," Quaritch snarled. "If you do that again, I will kick your sorry ass."

Selfridge tried to release himself from the clone's grasp, but his grip was fast. "You let me go, Quaritch, or else!" Selfridge demanded.

Quaritch pressed harder on his face. "Or what?" the clone asked. "You're far from Earth." The colonel pushed the man away, and Selfridge rubbed at his jaw. "Don't you ever do that again." And Quaritch was gone.

I got that last scene from a deleted Avatar scene. I liked it. :D