Well, Mark, partner, to answer yer question: I did not know about the other Dragon until further notice. ;.; But, I had this mapped out like this and this is how I want it to be. I really don't want to change the storyline. For these reasons:

One: I don't want to copy the film.

Two: I've got twists I want to use.

Three: because I'm too lazy to change plot.

So, nein, no Dragon. Sorry.

And, again, thank you for yer lovely reviews. According to all of ya, I'm good at writing. Yay! I know what I'm doing! :D

A Traitor of His Own Species

24

Tu'sky hissed as Norm probed in her leg, searching for the tiny bullet. Ma'ki held his sister tightly, hoping to ease her pain. "Oel ngati kamie," he whispered. "Oel ngati kamie."

Norm looked up at the female Na'vi. "We're almost there," he urged, his fingers covered in blood. At the tip of his fingernails, he felt metal. "I found it."

"Well, take it out, it stings," she hissed, her tail flickering.

Ma'ki held his sister's head against his chest. "You okay, you okay," he whispered.

Norm dug further into her skin, and she yelped in pain. The once-human plucked out the tiny blood-covered bullet, flinging it on the ground. Neytiri looked at the wound, pouring water on it, and Tu'sky hissed. Ma'ki glanced at the wound, seeing fresh red blood gush from the bullet-hole. When Norm bandaged the wound, Tu'sky held and laid a gentle kiss on her brother-figure's cheek. Many Na'vis were injured or dead, but most were wounded. Mo'at went around, tending to each Na'vi lovingly. Jake glanced around, anger on his face.

"This will not be the end," he whispered, Max joining his side. His arm was in a sling.

"Of course," he answered. "Where is Quaritch in all this?"

Jake shrugged, his tail twitched. "I don't know," the once-human whispered. "They did something to him. I know it."

Max watched his friend walk back to the village, and he followed. Neytiri glanced up at her mate, worry on her face. Norm, meanwhile, was tending to Tu'sky, wrapping leafs around the wound. The leafs were sticky, and Pandora's bandages. Neytiri went to her mate, placing her hands on his chest. "What we do?" she asked.

He reached up, grabbing her hands. "I don't know, I'll figure out something," he stated.

Tu'sky stood up, pain shooting through every fiber of her being. She hissed, Ma'ki placing his hands on her hip. "Sister? You okay?" he asked.

She glanced at her little brother, patting the top of his head. "Yeah, me okay," she whispered, turning to Jake. "Do we have any more gra-adas?"

"Grenades?"

"That too."

Jake went to the main hut, searching on the shelf. There was only one ringlet of grenades. He sighed, taking the single rings of grenades. He held it up. "This is it," he stated.

Norm's ears twitched, looking at the grenades. "That's it?" he exclaimed. "That won't do!"

Jake sighed, his ears drooping. "I know, I know," he breathed. He wrapped the single belt of grenades around his upper torso, his tail twitching. His ears twitched. Sound was in the air. All Na'vis stopped, listening to the sounds that the wind carried.

AMPs.

"Not again!" Jake screeched. He turned to his people. "Alaksì?"

The Na'vi took up their weapons, Mo'at herding the children away from the forest and into the main hut. Jake waited, his knife unsheathed, growling and hissing, his tail wild. Neytiri drew her father's bow, aiming it to the forest. When the first human popped out, Jake screamed: "'EKO!"

Arrows flew, going into the chests of the first men. AMPs fired, bullets flying, hitting many Na'vis. Mo'at ducked a bullet, calmly pulling back an arrow, and fired at a man. It struck him, and he yelped, blood spraying from his mouth. She yanked the arrow from his chest, and used that same one to slay another soldier. Blackwood, meanwhile, took a male Na'vi into his AMP's metal hands. The alien male screeched, clawing in pain at the metal. The general smirked as he squeezed, slowly killing the Na'vi. He watched until all colour left the Na'vi's face, and he stopped moving, growing stiff and limp in the metal hands. He smirked, throwing aside the Na'vi like a doll. His eyes then landed on Tu'sky.

There she is, he thought.

In his AMP, he went over to her, knocking away Na'vi like they were nothing. Tu'sky glanced up, looking at the general. "Hey, bitch," he greeted, his hand latching out to grab her.

She snarled, jumping back, pain shooting through her limb when she landed on the ground. The general followed, his AMP's hands swinging out to grab her. Mo'at glanced up, a shiver running up her spine. This was the man Eywa showed her in her dreams. The one that would destroy everything and everyone—rape and pillage. She drew back her bow, firing at the glass hood of the AMP. It bounced off, but nicked the glass. Blackwood turned to her, briefly losing interest in snatching Tu'sky, and she took advantage of that. She jumped up, taking out her knife, attacking the AMP's windshield. The glass, surprisingly, began to buckle under the blows. Blackwood's robot hands latched out, grabbing Tu'sky roughly. She cried under the pressure he compressed on her thin frame. Norm glanced up, horrified. He snarled, attacking Blackwood's AMP. A free robot hand knocked him away, Norm hitting the ground roughly and hard. Mo'at took another arrow, firing it at the general. He growled, grabbing Norm, throwing him at Mo'at, and they collided with each other. Tu'sky hissed, breath leaving her lips as the general looked at her. His eyes were empty and soulless. His face was dark and twisted. She was looking at pure evil.

"So yer Quaritch's bitch, huh?" he asked deviously.

Tu'sky looked at the general, surprised to hear her love interest's name. Explosions were behind her, and screams echoed in the atmosphere. She hissed, squirming in the robot's firm grip. "What you do with him?" she snarled, her hands clawing at the metal, leaving marks.

Blackwood smirked, and walked off, still holding the Na'vi female. But then there was a brute force that collided with the AMP. The general was surprised, and looked at the AMP that attacked him. Quaritch. The clone smirked, his robot hand attacking the hand that held Tu'sky. How did he get out? Blackwood growled, slamming his free hand onto the other AMP. Dents were left in the metal as Blackwood kept attacking. Tu'sky squeezed herself out of the fast grip of the AMP. The Na'vi jumped, watching the AMPs struggle. Her knees gave out, aching from immense pain. Quaritch knocked Blackwood's AMP away, going over to Tu'sky, hovering over her in a stance that radiated protection. Blackwood looked at his damaged AMP. The arm was not moving. He growled, and Tu'sky hissed at him, blood on her cheek.

"Fall back, you son of a bitches!" the general called, motioning to Hell's Gate with his active AMP arm. He looked to Quaritch. "This en't over, asshole!"

Quaritch growled, his AMP hunching over Tu'sky's frame. The Na'vi watched as the humans left the area. A female Na'vi hovered over her dead mate, crying out in pain, gripping him. Other Na'vis crowded, praying, and the clone bowed his head in brief greaving. Quaritch straightened his AMP's form, glancing at Tu'sky. "You okay?" he asked, reaching out his AMP's hand, his finger touching her face.

"Me okay," she answered, touching the glass of the windshield.

Jake approached, his chest covered in specks of blood. "Quaritch, you're okay," he breathed, smiling.

The clone nodded. "Yes, I'm okay," he breathed. "How are your people?"

Jake sighed, looking at the ground. "Well, some are dead, others are hurt," the once-human whispered.

Quaritch placed his AMP hand on the other man's shoulder. "Don't worry, everything will be okay, son," he said. There was a pause. "You knew I was a clone, right?"

Jake looked up at Quaritch in surprise. His eyes widened, and his jaw went slack. "W-what?"

"You knew I was a clone, I know it."

The once-Marine lowered his head, Neytiri joining his side. "Yeah, everyone knew," Jake whispered. "I told my people what you were. How did you find out?"

"My creator told me not too long ago."

Quaritch shut down his AMP, placed his mask over his face, and left the large machine. "You know we must fight, Jake," he said, jumping onto the earth below.

"Yes," Jake answered. "But, things are not going to be like last time. I don't know what to do."

Quaritch then widely smirked. "But I have an idea," he stated, flipping out his cell phone. "I've got some friends in Hell's Gate."

'Eko—attack

Alaksì—ready.