Part 6

Finally, finished this part, and I know it's also sucks, and at least I tried.

Warning: Bad grammar, child exploitation, more

Meanwhile, back in the experimental area, Dr. Zephyr who was sat in his office, his fingers steepled as he reviewed notes on his latest subjects. The silence of the office was broken by the hurried footsteps of his henchmen, Mr. Garett, Gregory, and Zorro, who were bursting into the room. Their expressions were a mix of frustration and disbelief.

Dr. Zephyr barely looked up. "I assume you have something worthwhile to report," he said coldly, his fingers tapping against his desk."

"Doctor," Mr. Garett began, his voice laced with irritation "We have a problem."

Zephyr didn't even flinch, merely raising an eyebrow. "I assume this is about the girl?"

"No," Gregory cut in. "It's about the boy, Andrew."

"We saw him. He's alive." Replied Mr Garett

Zephyr's eyes narrowed. "Alive?" He repeated, his tone slow and deliberate. "Are you telling me that my experiment, whom you assured me was dead… Has somehow managed to defy that fate?"

Gregory nodded furiously. "I swear it, sir. We saw him with our own eyes! The kid ran right in front of us!" He paused, exhaling sharply. "We shot at him, but he dodged. Slippery little bastard. Then he ran straight, off a cliff and into the sea."

Zephyr's lips curled into a sneer, fingers tapping against the desk. "So... the boy is trickier than I anticipated." He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "I should've known. From the moment I first saw him, he was always a fighter."

Zorro frowned. "Sir, how is this possible? We dumped him with all the other failed experiments. He should be dead!"

Dr Zephyr let out a slow, humorless chuckle. "It doesn't matter. We made him."

"If we cannot use him... then no one can. It is better that he is dead." He continued in cold tone

A heavy silence filled the room as the henchmen exchanged uneasy glances. Dr Zephyr, however, had already moved on. He turned back to his desk, pulling up a new file.

"No matter," he continued, his tone growing sharp and precise. "We move forward. The loss of one experiment means nothing when there are still more to acquire. We need new subjects. Start preparing for another search."

"For now, we focus on the next phase. There are plenty of potential specimens out there... and this time, we will not fail."

The three henchmen exchanged glances before nodding. Whatever their next move was, one thing was clear, that Andrew had escaped them once. But they wouldn't let it happen again.

(Meanwhile with the Omaticaya Areas in the Forest)

Deep in the Omaticaya forest, Jake stood beside Meina, with a bow in his hands as he demonstrated the proper stance. The morning light filtered through the towering trees, casting dappled patterns across the forest floor.

"Hold it steady," Jake instructed, gently adjusting Meina's grip. "Draw back, keep your elbow up, and release smoothly." He said

Meina hesitated, her small hands gripping the bowstring awkwardly. She aimed at the target, it was a simple wooden post stuck in the dirt, but when she let go, the arrow veered off wildly, missing by a wide margin.

Frustration flickered across her face. She tried again. And again. Each time she tried, the arrow refused to cooperate, either dropping too soon or flying off-course. The harder she tried, the worse it seemed to get. Her younger siblings, Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Kiri, watched from a short distance, their eyes wide with curiosity.

After several failed attempts, Meina groaned in frustration, dropping the bow to her side. "I can't do this!" she exclaimed, her ears flattening. "Maybe... maybe I'm just not meant to use a bow." She said.

Jake crouched beside her; his expression thoughtful. "Not every warrior fights the same way," he admitted. "The bow is a traditional weapon, but it doesn't mean it's the only way. If it doesn't feel right to you, maybe you need to find something that does."

Meina frowned, thinking deeply. She then glanced around, searching for something, or anything that might serve as inspiration for her weapon: Then, her eyes caught sight of a pair of curved leaves swaying in the wind, their shapes forming perfect arcs. A thought sparked in her mind.

Until she found an inspiration for her weapon she will use, "Chakrams," she whispered.

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Chakrams?"

"Yes, chakrams!" She said

"Y'know? The circular weapons, thrown in a way that they curve through the air before hitting their target," she explained, excitement creeping into her voice. "I think... I think that might work for me!"

Jake studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, kid. If that's what you want, let's make it happen."

Together, they ventured into the forest, gathering sturdy materials for chakrams: wood, stone, and woven plant fibers, to craft Meina's unique weapons. Both Jake and Meina worked together to craft chakrams, and it took hours of careful carving and shaping, but at last, the chakrams were ready.

Meina tested them, her first few throws clumsy and weak. But she didn't let herself get discouraged this time. She adjusted her grip, focused on her movements, and tried again. This time, the chakram flew in a clean arc, striking the target with a sharp thunk.

Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Kiri gasped in amazement. "That was so cool!" Lo'ak cheered, while Kiri clapped her hands in amazed.

Some of the older Omaticaya warriors, including Neytiri, watched from a distance with skeptical expressions. Meina's choice of weapon was unusual, untraditional. But as they observed her determination and skill, their doubt softened into respect. Neytiri, who had initially been hesitant about Meina's differences, found herself nodding approvingly.

"If she fights with heart," Neytiri murmured to Jake, "then it does not matter what weapon she wields."

Jake smiled. "Exactly."

Over the next weeks, Meina flourished. She trained with her chakrams daily, growing more confident in her abilities. She learned the Na'vi language, the traditions of the Omaticaya, and the ways of the forest. She hunted, climbed, and played alongside her siblings. She also no longer insecure about her "new look", and become more accepted with it.

And when the time came for her to officially become part of the Omaticaya, she stood before the clan with pride. Through the sacred ritual, she was welcomed as one of their own, a true daughter of the Omaticaya.

Jake placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice filled with warmth. "You've come a long way, Meina. You belong here, and you are part of the Sullys." Meina beamed, feeling, for the first time in a long while, that she was truly home.

(Seven Years Later)

Now 15 years old, Meina wandered through the dense forest, her sharp eyes scanning the area. As she walked, something unusual caught her attention, an abandoned RDA pod, its exterior rusted and overtaken by vines. Beside it stood a broken AMP suit, partially buried in the earth.

Curious, she climbed through a broken window and landed inside the pod. Dust and debris covered the afloor, and the air smelled of metal and decay. Her gaze drifted to a broken radio resting on a table. She hesitated before picking it up, running her fingers over its surface.

At first, she set it back down, uninterested. But something pulled her back. Pressing a few buttons, she tried to turn it on, nothing. She tried again.

Suddenly, the screen flickered to life.

A list of songs appeared. One title caught her eye, "Dirty Harry." So when she tapped it. The music started, a smooth guitar and steady drums filling the space. Then, the lyrics began:

"I need a gun, to keep myself among..."

Meina froze. The song felt familiar.

(FLASHBACK: Many Years Ago, on Earth...)

A young human girl, eight years old, sat at home, playing music from her radio. She swayed happily, enjoying every beat.

One day, she shared the song with her friends, and they laughed and danced, begging her to play it again. She felt pure joy, simply sharing something she loved.

(End of Flashback)

Back in the present, Meina's hands trembled. "…This is a Gorillaz song," she whispered.

"I used to listen to this when I was human!" She said in surprise and realization, before she paused the song, and gripping the radio tightly. With swift movements, she left the ruined pod behind and made her way back to her family.

Arrive at where Sully areas, Jake, Neytiri, and her adoptive siblings were busy with their usual activities when they noticed her arrival.

"Where have you been?" Jake asked.

"I found this," Meina said, holding up the radio.

"Where?" Jake asked, narrowing his eyes.

"An abandoned pod… I think it belonged to the RDA."

Jake's expression shifted. "That place… I used to be an Avatar there before becoming one permanently."

Meina nodded in understanding, then without hesitation, rewound the song and pressed play.

As Dirty Harry played, the Na'vi around them grew curious. Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Kiri grinned, swaying to the beat. Tuk clapped her hands, trying to sing along. Jake nodded to the rhythm, and smirking at Meina. "So this is what you used to listen to?"

Meina grinned. "Yeah."

Soon, everyone was dancing and singing, even the skeptical Na'vi. Meina smiled, realizing that music could connect them in ways she never expected.

From that day on, Jake grew fond of Gorillaz songs, and Meina's past became a cherished part of their new life together.

Part 7 will be coming soon…