The Rise of Pxeyne

[Druless]

Bio: Pxeyne is born 5 years after the arrival of the first Sky People. At age 8, his parents encouraged him to come with them to the school, where a tawtute who looks like a Na’vi is teaching about tawtutes’ language, culture, history, and their world. After a couple of months, he has developed a good understanding of the sky people. Also, while there, he became friends with a pair of sisters from the Omaticaya vilage. Their names were Neytiri and Sylwanin. One morning, Pxeyne was studying the tawtute's history with his parents about how there was a great war when they heard a huge commotion coming from outside. All of a sudden, bullets started coming through the walls, but as he and his parents attempted to escape the building, some bullets found their mark into his parents’ back. They fell down dead. Than an explosion erupted above his head and the whole roof of the room came down upon him.
Pxeyne was pinned underneath much rubble, staring straight into the lifeless eyes of his mother. He lays there for days crying; he was impaled through the chest by a rod, so he couldn’t move. After a week, his thirst became too great, so he forces himself to do the unthinkable. In order to survive, to have some chance at living to exact revenge upon the Sky People, he takes the body of his mother and, after taking one last look into her eyes, he sinks his teeth into her neck and begins sucking at the blood; drinking it. He does this ever so as to be conservative and not run out. After several days he finishes his mother, and begins working on his father; tears well up in his eyes as he goes through this agonizing process again. After more days, he finished his father’s body off. He is very tired so he decides to go to sleep. He dreams of all the happy times with his parents; of how they would play with him in the river creek, their staying up late, telling him stories before he went to sleep, and how they would always hold him between them as they slept. He than begins dreaming of the day of the attack; how he saw his parents’ body shudder from the fatal shots in their backs, and their blood covering his face. He wakes up screaming. He screams and he cries, holding his dead parents’ hands in his. As fate would have it for him, a Na’vi hunter crossing the area of the school heard his cries. He runs towards the collapsed section of the school, listening for more cries. He heard it again, coming about 10ft under a pile of rubble. He begins digging, moving chunks of debris of various sizes away from the source of the noise. He finally sees the body of an adult Na’vi. He moves some more rubble until he sees another adult Na’vi. He hears the crying again and he notices a hand of each of the adults leads underneath a large board. After picking up the board, he finds the body of a child, holding the hands of the two other Na’vi. He pulls out a large rod that had punctured the child’s chest. He picks the child up and he notices his blood covered his teeth and mouth. The Na’vi hunter than notices the two adults; their bodies looked like tree roots. He checks some interesting wounds on their necks and determines they’re about the same size as the child’s canine teeth. He pictures what might have happened and trembles at the thought. He takes the child to his Pa’li and secures him to the beast. He takes the child back to his village; atleast there, they can nurse him back to health.
When I got him back to the village, we got our best healers to work on him. We had to force him to swallow some water because he was too weak to drink on his own. Tried as they might, all the healers believed he would die from the large wound on his back and chest. However, Eywa performs miracles every day, and she performed one on this child. Within a week, he was able to walk. He has also been able to talk. His name was Pxeyne. Pxeyne has some very interesting characteristics about him, they’ve noticed. He has a thin ring of red in his eyes, and he has larger canine teeth. They’ve also taken note of his very large calves. His father must’ve been very strong, and likely, his son has inherited the trait.
Age 14: Pxeyne has been adopted into the feral village already; the Na’vi hunter who rescued him chose to raise him along with his other son. His mate was very happy to help. Pxeyne has made incredible progress with his tracking and hunting skills, but instead of bows, he prefers knives. His adoptive dad tries to convince him out of this way, but Pxeyne was intractable. He carries atleast 8 knives on him when he goes to hunt. One thing that has become very obvious now is his large calves. He can jump clear over a Pa’li. The hunters have never seen anything like it. A week later, he surprised us again when he brought a Palulukan pup into the village. His father immediately told him to hand him the pup so he can take it back to the place where Pxeyne found it. Pxeyne told him that it was alone, wandering aimlessly around. His father didn’t believe him, b/c that was unlike Palulukan parents to leave their young alone. He and a group of hunters searched the forest around the area Pxeyne found the pup; when they all returned, one of the hunters spoke of how a pair of Palulukans, dead, were being hauled into a tawtute village. The father knew Pxeyne would be upset to hear this, so when we told him, we let him keep the young pup.
Age 15: Pxeyne has gotten very proficient at hunting & tracking. We even watched him get so close to a Yerin that with a spin motion, he threw a pair of knives that struck true. He felled the animal and, with his strong legs, even carried it back to camp. We believe he’s ready, so we take him to Iknimaya, to the nests of the ikran. We dropped him off with an elder hunter and watched his progress upon our own ikrans. At one point where Na’vi would need to climb a vine, he took one good squat and exploded from the ground. He must’ve leaped vertically atleast 25ft. When he finally reaches the ikran nesting grounds, he listens to the directions of the elder hunter and goes forward without a hint of nervousness. We wait for a while before suddenly, from a large crack, came a nice, young ikran. We didn’t see it there before, but knew why when we saw it. It was a very dark blue, almost black, with a red stripe down its middle. Pxeyne looked at it for a moment and knew that that one was the one, even before the ikran challenged him. He became victorious after a fierce fight. It wasn’t until we got back to the village that we knew how he knew that ikran was meant for him. Right below the right lung, was a red scar. We had a celebration that night after the ceremony for Pxeyne. Though he tamed an ikran, we all decided that he was still too young to make a bond with the woman of his choice. It didn’t phase him at all when we told him this. He just seemed like he had something else on his mind.
Age 17: We decided Pxeyne was old enough to have his woman, but when we told him this, he just smiled and said thanks. We were all taken by a bit of surprise, since he’s become the most skilled fighter and hunter, and he’s become very tall and, to most of the Na’vi women in the village, very attractive. There were plenty of women who would make very good mates for him. We couldn’t think of what would make him not pick one.
Age 19: Pxeyne has grown into the best ikran/thanator rider, best fighter, and also the tallest one. Though he’s been able whenever he feels like it, he hasn’t taken to a woman yet. Many of us elders are worried about what could be bothering him. Most Na’vi men would be trying to have a family by now. Than Pxeyne’s adoptive dad thought of an old memory that made him sick to his stomach, but maybe that was the answer to why Pxeyne was still without a mate. He brought together many of the adults and with a lower voice, as to not let Pxeyne overhear, told them the details of his rescue of Pxeyne. He told them of how, from the signs and blood markings, Pxeyne must’ve drunk his own parents’ blood to stay alive. After he got done telling them, the attentive adults had a sicken look on their face and in their stomachs. “Poor child,” some said. Others were just at a loss for words. They knew now why Pxeyne hasn’t chosen a mate. If he ever made a family, he might’ve been drawn back to those weeks underneath the rubble of the school. So the adults knew why Pxeyne had yet to choose a woman, but now the problem was how to approach this delicate situation.

(End of biography; now begins his story)

Pxeyne: (I wake up as usual before daylight. I grab a stick of smoked Yerin meat to convince Tarshantu to get out of bed. I grab my knives, my bow, and I head towards the top of a tall tree that the village uses to house the ikrans. I get to the top and walk out to the most out of the way branch where Tarshantu sleeps. He wakes up to the scent of the Yerin meat and comes to me. I fix my gear onto him and we fly off, invisible against the night sky.)
“I’m craving tawtue again this morning; it’s been over a week since I last drank their blood.”
(After an hour of flying, I find a small science team researching in the woods below. I circle above them; their attention scattered throughout the jungle. My ikran blends with the fading night so well that a tawtute gazed right at us, but looked on. I began pre-designating my targets, to avoid as little confusion as possible. Taking out the grunts first eliminates any possible threat. I know the avatars will just coward from my presence, or any other possible hostile anyway.)
Jenny Proud: (Me and the two other avatar drivers headed toward a site where large unrecorded flora has been seen. It was still dark, but the light casted from the glow of Polyphemus and the bioluminescence of the forest was adequate enough. Some of the grunts, though, were getting anxious. They wanted to get this night-ops over and done with. We walk for a few seconds and then I hear a faint sound, as if the wind just picked up than died down. I turn around and I suddenly notice two of the 3 grunts were gone.)
“Where the hell did they go?” I asked.
Grunt #1: I don’t know! He was just here a second ago. He just vanished.
Jenny: “That doesn’t make any sense at all!”
(Then we were almost knocked out by some object that came out of nowhere. It was the two grunts. They were both dead; all the bodies were cut wide open.)
Grunt #2: “Alright, this ops is over with. I’m calling for the chopper now!”
Jenny: “Alright. Everyone stay together.”
(Than out of nowhere, two projectiles whizzed by my face and struck the two Avatars by me. Then came a blur that was right in front of me. A tall, lean Na’vi gripped me like a ragdoll around my neck and picked me up off the ground a good 3ft with one hand. I saw straight into his eyes; they were Amber color like all Na’vi, but his had a ring of red around his eyes. That was not like any other Na’vi or Avatar she’d seen.)
(Grunt #1 turns and sees the assailant; a look of dismay in his eyes. He lifts up his rifle and fires at the Na’vi.)
(The attacker started spinning, what looked like dancing, toward the grunt.)
(The soldier emptied his clip, and has a terrified look on his face. Jenny does too.)
(We look at the Na’vi and not a single bullet had hit him.)
(He stopped spinning, and with a swift move, gripped the soldier with one arm and pressed him off the ground onto a tree. He bites into the grunt’s neck and, with his long tongue, licks the gush of blood. He continues to suck his wounded victim’s throat, like some sort of vampire.)
Jenny stands there, petrified, watching with horror, as the vampiric Na’vi finished off the soldier. Pxeyne turns towards Jenny, licking the blood off his mouth.
Jenny: “What are you?”
Pxeyne walks towards the two avatar bodies. He pulls his knives out of their chest.
Pxeyne: “They are only paralyzed; they will be better by sunrise. I will let you three live, but I will kill any humans”.
He howls into the night sky and jumps into the air; an incredible 35ft at least.Than a blur streaks across and he disappears.
Trudy: “Hey Jenny, I’ll be there in two minutes tops. What’s your status? Over.”
Jenny: (I press on my throat piece.) “Need EVAC, ASAP. 3 dead & 2 wounded. Over.”
Trudy: “What about you?”
Jenny: ”I’m fine. Just get me out of here. Over.”
(Three days later)
(Everyone knows about the attack. Some of the people: grunts, scientists, & avatar drivers (besides the ones who were attacked) looks at Jenny like she’s crazy.)
Avatar driver #1: “Really? He jumped 35ft into the air and disappeared?”
Grunt #1: “He dodged bullets by spinning on his toes?”
Scientist #1: “He picked you up with one hand?”
Avatar Driver #2: “He drinks blood?”
(These were some of the questions that were opposing Jenny’s statements. One person who was really interested was the head of the Avatar Program, Grace Augustine. The physical details Jenny gives her, from the long tongue, larger canine teeth, and large calves to the red ring in his eyes, amused her.)
Grace: “Those traits don’t fit any Na’vi I’ve seen, and that would be a lot. I went and visited some tribes, including Omaticaya, today and the descriptions I told them of the Na’vi attracted some attention. No one of that detail were living among the clans, but, one Na’vi girl, Neytiri of the Omaticaya Clan, said the large calves and red ring in the eyes was familiar. A young Na’vi boy, about 8 yrs old had similar features, but he and his parents were at the school during the shooting. Their room collapsed on them at the beginning of the incident.”
Jenny: “But if he survived, he would most likely be the attacker via description.”
Grace: “Most likely, but I’m also curious as to why he has a thirst for blood. That’s never been a Na’vi characteristic. Perhaps he loathes the humans so much, the only way to coop with the reality of us on Pandora still is to commit indescribable, unheard of, acts.”
Jenny: “So should we cancel any further night-ops?”
Grace: “No. Although we should be more careful from now on, we will still conduct night time operations.”
Jenny: “But what if we run into him again? I’m not sure he’ll feel as lenient as he was last night.”
Grace: “Well, either we don’t run into him, or we’ll see how lenient he is. We shouldn’t let one Na’vi scare us into hibernation. Whether he attacks us or not, there’s always other threats; it’s Pandora.
(end part 1)

[Druless]

Rise of Pxeyne(part 2)

(Next day)
Pxeyne’s father: (I hadn’t seen Pxeyne any yesterday. He must’ve been off by himself again. I saw him in the village today though. He was wrestling with his friend, Raiden. That little palulukan has really grown these past years. Everyone, even the children, though, have grown accustomed to seeing Druless riding either on Tarshantu or Raiden. Sometimes he’ll put on a little show for the kids. He’ll do some pounces and acrobatics with Raiden and then he would jump from the palulukan to Tarshantu overhead, and continue doing skillful maneuvers. These moments seem to be the only time we see him truly happy. However, though we knew why he was not completely happy, we were wondering if the effects of his past would keep him lonely for the rest of his life. I decided I might try and approach him today.)
(Pxeyne sees his father walking over to him and he tells the kids to go play with Raiden. The elder Na’vi gets to him.)
Pxeyne’s father: “Pxeyne, oel ngati kameie.” (gives the “I See You” hand gesture)
Pxeyne: “Oel ngati kameie, ma semkan.” (returns the gesture)
Father: “Please, come walk with me.”
(Later, in the forest)
Father: ”How are you today, Pxeyne?”
Pxeyne: “Good. You?”
Father: “Oh, I am well. It is a beautiful day”
Pxeyne: “Yes. Eywa has blessed us again today. Is there something you wish to ask me about?” Father: “It’s that clear? Hahaha. As you know, you can get any woman you want in this village. All that are left have been waiting on you for a few years now. I understand you may not want one now, but I worry you might spend your life alone on Pandora.”
Pxeyne: “I know I worry you too much. I should not make you for you are my father. Please forgive me.”
Father: “Do not be sorry, Pxeyne. Although you are not from my flesh, I love you as if you were. You learned everything years before your age group. My own son looks up to you so much. He is always talking about your skills, your palulukan, and how he wants to be able to ride an ikran like you.”
Pxeyne: “He means a lot to me. But…I do not feel like the inspiration that he needs to look up to.
Father: “Now why not? You are with no doubt the best warrior and hunter in the village. You ride an ikran and a palulukan, and you are never concerned with yourself. You help anyone and everyone you can, and that is very important for a young Na’vi to know.
(Pxeyne looks down at the dirt.)
“Let us head back to the village; I fear all those kids will be too much for Raiden.”
Pxeyne: “Haha, I can imagine.”
(That same day)
Neytiri: “Mother!?”
Na’vi hunter nearby: “She is on the second level with some gatherers.”
Neytiri: “Irayo tsmukan.”
(Neytiri walks up the spiral roots onto the second floor.)
“Mother!?”
Mo’at: “Yes, my daughter?”
Neytiri: “I need to talk to you. It is important.”
Mo’at: “Very well.”
(she ushers away the others.)
“What is it dear?”
Neytiri: “Do you remember Pxeyne?” (The question stops Mo’at)
Mo’at: “Pxeyne?..that one that was a dear friend to you at Dr. Augustine’s school? What of him?”
Neytiri: “I…I think…he is alive.”
Mo’at: “Daughter, are you certain of this? What brought this to your mind?”
Neytiri: “Dr. Grace came to Hometree earlier while you were out.”
Mo’at: “Me and your father said not to let Sky People come into Hometree anymore. Why did you disobey us?”
Neytiri: “She came to us needing our help.”
Mo’at: “Why do they want our help?”
Neytiri: “Many of her science teams and soldiers were attacked by a Na’vi male.”
Mo’at: “What did she say about this Na’vi?”
Neytiri: “They said he had come out of the darkness and killed all but the dreamwalkers. He would cut the throat of the last surviving soldier in each of the attacks and drink all the blood that came out. When he was finished, he would jump high into the night sky and disappear.”
Mo’at: “As unusual as this matter sounds, how does this relate to Pxeyne, who has been dead for many years?”
Neytiri: “The last survivor gave two details of the Na’vi: oversized calves and a ring of red in his eyes.
(At the mention of the eyes, Mo’at gets a hard focused look on her face)
Mo’at: “The eyes do remind me of Pxeyne, but he died in the school massacre all those years ago if I remember correctly. Everyone grieved their loss.”
Neytiri: “I do not know what to think of this, ma sa’nok.”
Mo’at: “I will ask any hunters who visit the other tribes to ask about it, if it makes you feel better.”
Neytiri: “Thank you ma sa’nok.
(Next week)
Grace: (It’s night-time. The jungle is glowing, the viperwolves are out, and there is a cool, gentle breeze.)
“Okay, so we didn’t get anything on finding Pxeyne at his village. All the Na’vi said he and his parents died at the school shooting incident.”
Grunt #5: “Perhaps he did die, and we’ve just got the wrong guy.”
Grace: “Maybe, but I want to follow this a little bit more. Let’s see if we run into him tonight.
Talking to self: (The Na’vi honestly believed he and his parents died. They did look surprised when we mentioned those certain features of the Na’vi attacker. Seems the detailed sketch of his eyes reminded them of someone.
Grace: “Alright Trudy, drop us off here; wait for us, alright?”
Trudy: “No problem. I’ll keep her ready; you all be careful out there.”
Grunts #’s 5, 6, and7: “Wilco.”
(We traveled on foot for about 20 minutes before I suddenly felt like something was near.)
Grace: “If you see him, try to reason with him. Don’t just shoot at him.”
Pxeyne: “Tawtute skxawgns.”
Talking to self: (They must not have cared to add more security. I feel insulted by this. I am just going to have to make this quick. I am really thirsty, and if my eyes are truthful, there is a dark meat down there.) (Pxeyne leaps off his ikran and lands right behind the last soldier. He cover his mouth and jumps into the air. His ikran flies below him and lands on his back.)
(Tarshantu and I have perfected this technique now, and use it frequently.)
Grunt #5: “Pxe----“
(Pxeyne cuts his throat, the soldier dies.)
(Pxeyne looks down and see the others have just noticed his presence. Two soldiers and an avatar are left.)
Pxeyne: (This dreamwalker though seems more composed than the others of late. I do another flyby. I get within range and I throw my knife towards the avatar.)
(The knife flies towards Grace, but in the midst of her walking around, a stingbat is spooked and flies into the path of the knife. It dies after a couple of seconds of struggling.)
Grace: “What on Earth?!”
(stares at the knife that was aiming for her with a sigh of relief.)
(Than up from above, a tall Na’vi fell and, with incredible speed, brushes by Grace, literally knocking her down. She witnessed what unfolds next with fear and amazement. The two soldiers, in surprise, started firing at him. Pxeyne begins spinning, almost like dancing. The soldiers emptied their magazines, but not a single bullet had hit their mark. Grace watches in disbelief. Just as Pxeyne starts towards the soldiers, who, in dismay, were frantically trying to reload new clips, one (Grunt #6) charges him with a knife. Pxeyne, with amazing agility, performs a sweeping leg kick that is uncommon among Na’vi fighting techniques. Pxeyne picks up the standing soldier, presses him against the tree, and does exactly what Jenny had detailed. He bites into the throat this time though. He lets the blood fall on his abnormally long tongue and, like a vampire, begins sucking on the dying soldier’s open throat.
(Grace looks nervously around, trying to think of something that might save her.)
Grace: “Oh well, it’s the only shot I got. Stop it, Pxeyne!!)
Pxeyne: (The call of my name by a tawtute made my heart skip a beat.)
(Pxeyne turns to face this avatar. Something about her intrigues him.)
Pxeyne: (When I look at her more closely, something did seem very familiar about her.)
Grace: (He turns to face me. My heart just dropped through the ground.)
( Oh God, here it goes.) “Pxeyne, it’s you isn’t? It’s me, Grace. From the school?”
Pxeyne: “Grace?” I say. I struggle to remember the name.
(Within an instant, Pxeyne in Grace’s face staring into her eyes. She stares back into his eyes. He had a stare that could make a thanator high-tail it. His eyes look her over, studying meher.)
“Grace.”
Grace: (I haven’t felt so scared in my life.) “Yes. From the school.”
Pxeyne: “How do you know my name?”(gritting his teeth.)
Grace: (Now I know what Jenny meant by teeth; his canines were much longer and sharper looking than the normal Na’vi. Somehow he isn’t normal.)
“Why are you doing this Pxeyne?”
Pxeyne: “How do you know my name?!”
Grace: “An old friend of mine, and a dear one of yours.” A young girl of the Omaticaya clan. Neytiri.”
(The name struck Pxeyne hard. He begans running the names of his past through his head.) (Neytiri. She and her sister were loved friends of mine.)
Pxeyne: “She survived?!”
Grace: “Yes. She survived and is doing well.”
(He looks at the sky and begins smiling. He turns to walk away but Grace stops him.)
“Pxeyne, what happened to you? How are you so much more different than the other Na’vi? Your abilities are kinds thought to only exist in our imaginations. Why do you enjoy drinking blood? It’s just not in the Na’vis’ nature.”
Pxeyne: “Very well, since you have given me great news, I will tell you a little. When the schoolroom came down upon my head, I was pinned beside my dead parents for two weeks. I survived by drinking the blood from their bodies because I swore to get revenge for what you’re people did. My wound should have killed me.”
(he shows a large wound on his back and chest).
Grace: “You’re right. There’s no way you should have survived that wound. It should have pierced your lung and an artery.”
Pxeyne: “That is all I will tell you. Now, go back to your village and never come out here during the night. I will kill any human who steps outside your walls. I promise. I am a man of my word.”
(With that, he steps back, howls, and with a deep squat, jumps high into the air. Then he just vanishes.)
Grace: (Incredible! He must’ve jumped at least 40ft.)
“Trudy, get here pronto. We have two dead.”
Trudy: “Roger, be there ASAP. Over. “
Pxeyne: (I can’t believe it. She’s alive’ Neytiri’s alive. I know what I will do next; I will visit the Omaticaya tomorrow. She will be undoubtedly shocked to see me.)
(Next day)
Grace: “Yep, he’s a blood-sucking vengeance seeker, Quaritch. Everything I’ve told you is not a bit exaggerated. I highly recommend a curfew for no one to be out at night; Especially outside the fence.”
Quaritch: “I do believe you, woman. I’ve already questioned the surviving soldier. Hell, a Na’vi that can dodge bullets, suck blood, and disappear into thin air. I’d rather not meet this fellow. I’ll give the order to issue a curfew at night, no matter the urgency or amount of firepower.”
Grace: “Wow, I can’t believe I’m saying this because I’d never thought it would happen, but thank you Quaritch for hearing me out and cooperating with me.”
(Next day)
Pxeyne: (I am trying to decide which mount to use to visit the Omaticaya clan. I’m actually kind of nervous. I always thought Neytiri and her sister were the prettiest. They were undoubtedly the kindest. I’d decided to take Raiden, since Tarshantu was still sleepy from the flight last night.)
Father: “Where are you off too, One-who-never-sleeps-at-night?”
(My sempul came from behind.)
Pxeyne: “I need to go see her.”
Father: “Her?”
Pxeyne: “You are just relentless, aren’t you, ma sempul?”
Father: “I won’t give up till I go to Eywas, son.”
(Both of us chuckle)
“How good a friend is she?”
Pxeyne: “Her and her sister were my best friends during school. They helped me learn the tawtute language.”
Father: “Ahh, I see.”
Pxeyne: “They’re all that remains of my childhood. I want to see them. I’m actually nervous.” Father: “Nervous!” (A surprised look is on his face). You’ve never been nervous; not even when you went to climb Iknimaya and tamed your ikran.”
Pxeyne: “I know. I guess it’s just the fact that I thought I had lost everyone in that incident, but now a few have survived. It’s just exciting more than anything.”
Father: “Well travel safely son. I hope what you heard is true. Eywa ngahu ma ‘itan.”
Pxeyne: “Kiyevame ma sempul.”
(I mount Raiden and began my journey. I am filled with a mixture of anticipation and joy. Raiden must’ve caught on to her rider’s mood, so she starts showing some too.)
(Later the same night)
Pxeyne: (I’ve decided to enter the village tomorrow. Raiden and I are very tired from the long journey. We make camp under a half uprooted tree. Raiden falls sound asleep…unfortunately, right on top of me.)
“Txon lefpom ma tsmuke.”
(falls asleep)

(end part 2)

[Druless]

Rise of Pxeyne (part III)

(Morning comes)
Pxeyne: (I wake up after a good full night’s rest. Unfortunately, Raiden wasn’t ready to wake up. She was still sound asleep. After struggling with two of her giant limbs, I finally get myself free. I stretch my limbs and start cooking some smoked Yerin. The smell is more than enough to get Raiden up; well, lying down, but still up.)
“Here you go girl.” (I toss her the first helping of meat.)
“Now for me.”
(We are sitting down chowing when a smell comes to my nose. The village must be preparing breakfast. I’m surprised anyone got up this early. It just might be me, since the day comes earlier here.)
(I finish eating, than I take Raiden to a nearby watering hole. She gets her fill, and a hexapede, than comes up to me.)
“Well girl, let’s go meet an old friend.”
(I decided to walk towards the Omaticaya’s Hometree instead of riding on Raiden; to ensure no misinterpretations of my intentions would occur.)
Neytiri: (I’m just awakening when I hear word about a foreigner Na’vi coming towards Hometree. I can’t even imagine who it could be.)
(I grab my bow and head towards the exit. I’m very shocked when more words of this man come to my ears.)
”He has a palulukan?” (Just who could this visitor be?)
Belum: “Yes Neytiri, it is a single Na’vi male followed by a palulukan.”
(Neytiri starts to walk away)
“Oh, Neytiri, too bad you’re taken by Tsu’tey. This Na’vi is one miracle of Eywa.”
(she walks off giggling.)
(Pxeyne walks up to the outer edge of the river outside Hometree. Word has, of course, reached the ears of the village by now. Many hunters, and even children, have come to see this stranger.)
(Not a bit shocking though, but I’m taller than almost all the Omaticaya by atleast 4in. Most of the men weren’t as built as ones from my village.)
Neytiri: (I’m walking towards the tree when my eyes finally fall upon the visitor. He was a little bit taller than everybody else; he wore his hair into 5 braids. He was very toned for a Na’vi; he had a very muscular body. There was a large scar on his chest, but an even larger one on his back. He didn’t carry a bow though; he had several knives on his arms and legs, and one larger knife hanging against his loin cloth. All these attributes, plus the way he poetically moved about just stole all the young females’ hearts. Belum (the hunter earlier) was not lying at all.)
(Neytiri walks over to greet the visitor)
(One single woman, a very beautiful woman at that, came to him.)
Pxeyne: (I give her the universal Na’vi greeting:) “Oel ngati kameie.” (She also returns the gesture.)
Neytiri: “What have you come to us for this day?”
Pxeyne: (hmm, very straight forward.)
“I have traveled a far ways to get here. The wind has brought to my ears the name of friends I long thought were dead; during the school massacre.”
Neytiri: (His response caught me completely off guard. Has he come searching for Pxeyne? But he said “friends”.)
Pxeyne: (The woman asked me a question and my answer seemed to have stunned her.)
Neytiri: “News of a person alike has reached our ears too. Do you search for Pxeyne?”
Pxeyne: (Now I was caught off. Her clan has heard of me?)
“I’m sorry.”
Neytiri: “For what?”
Pxeyne: “I forgot to introduce myself.”
(Does a deep bow and looks up straight into her eyes.)
“My name IS Pxeyne, of the Feral Woodland Tribe of the East.”
Neytiri: (Everyone was stunned. I even took a few steps back.)
(So this is Pxeyne. He is alive!)
Pxeyne: “I have heard that a couple of friends of mine survived and are here.”
Neytiri: “My name is Neytiri, but my sister is dead.”
(Now he looked shocked.)
(They are now walking around Hometree)

Pxeyne: “I am sorry for your loss. It was my loss as well. Sylwanin and you were the last remaining childhood I had left.”
Neytiri: “I, too, am sorry for your great loss. Your parents were very kind Na’vi.”
(He looks like he’s fighting back some emotion.)
“So Pxeyne, how have you heard about me?”
Pxeyne: “I happen to find a Grace Augustine a couple of nights ago. I assume that’s how you found out about me.”
Neytiri: “Yes. She gave a description of one who was killing science teams and many soldiers. What gave it away was that she mentioned the attacker had a ring of red in his eyes, and he danced a lot.” (As Neytiri says this, she grins, as if smiling at the memory of him learning to dance when he was young.)
“What made you like drinking tawtute blood?”
(His eyes move around, as if he’s searching for a good answer.)
Pxeyne: “That is an answer I fear you, or anybody for that matter, isn’t ready to hear. It isn’t something you want in your imagination. Believe me.”
(There is a few seconds of silence after that.)
“Well enough about me, how have you been all these years?”
Neytiri: “I’m well here. Soon, my future will be tied with Tsu’tey’s.”
Pxeyne: “Ahh, you’re parents already have you reserved.”
Neytiri: “What about you?”
Pxeyne: “It’s been three years now since I had the opportunity to choose my woman, but I haven’t chosen one yet.”
(Neytiri looks very much surprised by this, as if she wasn’t expecting that at all.)
Neytiri: “Really? Why not? You could probably get any woman you wanted; you’ve already won the hearts of many here.”
Pxeyne: “Hahahahaha. You are joking?”
Neytiri: “No, not at all.” (He is very humble for a Na’vi with his aspects.)
Pxeyne: “No one will want me if they knew me.”
Neytiri: “Not true. There’s bound to be someone who will enjoy being with you.”
Pxeyne: “It’s not me now that they would be afraid of; it’s my dreams that we would share, and knowing what I had to do to survive inside that collapsed school for two weeks, I would be a monster in their eyes.”
Neytiri: (I could see the seriousness and sorrow in his eyes. What in this world could have happened to my dear friend? As if reading my thoughts, he replies.)
Pxeyne: “You don’t ever need to know. For your sanity’s sake.”
(I took his word for it and dropped the question for way later.)
(By now, they have walked and talked their way to the base of Hometree.)
(Pxeyne looks behind them and sees Raiden following Neytiri closely. Neytiri seems uneasy with the big feline tailing her.)
Pxeyne: “It’s okay, Raiden is just making sure you aren’t any competition for my attention.” (Neytiri laughs at the comment.)
Neytiri: “She is so protective of you. Why?”
Pxeyne: “I’m like a father to her. I found her when she was a pup. Her parents were killed for sport by RDA soldiers. She was all alone, so I brought her to our village. With that, we have a deep understanding for each other.“
Neytiri: “The Sky People have taken many loved ones from us all. Na’vi, or animal.”
Pxeyne: “True. I raised Raiden like she was a sister. I would give her half my meals, just to make sure she didn’t go hungry.”
(Raiden nudges Pxeyne forward and softly bites down on his tail.)
“Hahaha, you want to play now?”
Neytiri: “Play? How do you play with a palulukan?“
Pxeyne: “Yes. Raiden and I like to play every day. It’s a good workout.”
Neytiri: “I can imagine!”
Neytiri: (When he said that, he was on the palulukan in a second. I was shocked, as was everyone else, at how fast he moved. I watched as he gets tossed off and Raiden pounces on him; but with a graceful spin by Druless, she misses him completely and hits a tree. He grabs her tail and is literally pulling her toward a small river. All of his hard twisting muscles straining against the fighting palulukan. The beast then turns towards him and lunges on him. Raiden is on top of him while he’s underwater. He suddenly goes limp.)
(Everyone, watching this from a short distance, start to run over to him. As soon as the beast stops and sniffs him, he lunges up and is on his feet. Everyone stops running and breathes a sigh of relief.)
Belum: “I thought he was a goner.”
Random Na’vi hunter: “hmph. That Na’vi is crazy.”
Neytiri: (Than we saw something that took our breath away.)
(Raiden rushed towards Pxeyne, who was in a squatting stance. Right when Raiden lunged forward at her intended prey, Pxeyne explodes upward atleast 30ft like a geyser. We’re all looking in awe as he falls head first towards the beast. She looks up and jumps to snag him, but he collides with her chest and they plow into the water like a giant rock.)
(A giant splash erupts from the river)
(All we can see after the splash is the bulk of the palulukan.)
(Than a figure jump atleast 15ft out of the water and land on a nearby rock. He performs some kind of howl; he gets a similar response from the palulukan. She rolls over onto her feet and lowers her head towards him. He jumps off the rock and heads over and starts patting Raiden, who was obviously worn out.)
Tshier: “Well that was some good entertainment, wasn’t it, Belum?”
Belum: “Yes, it surely was!”
Neytiri: (I heard many of the girls talk about him; being a female and not hearing it was impossible. That was just when he played with Raiden. Their faces might as well have been broken, because their jaws dropped to the ground hard enough. Their eyes grew wide with shock when they discovered he was their age and has not chosen a woman yet.)
(After he had met with most of the tribe, Pxeyne finally meets the leaders of the clan, Neytiri’s parents.) (Mo’at looks very trilled to see him again.)
Mo’at: “Pxeyne? Do my eyes lie to me?”
(She walks up and inspects Pxeyne)
“My, you have grown up so much. Where have you been at all this time?”
Pxeyne: “In a feral tribe far towards the east, near the land of Swotulu.”
Mo’at: “Is there any chance that your parents did not die?”
Pxeyne: “No. They are with Eywa now.”
Mo’at: “Oh, I see. I am very sad about the accident. Your parents were great friends of Eytukan and I.”
(Eytukan walks up and gives Pxeyne the “Oel ngati kameie” sign. Pxeyne returns it.)
Eytukan: “Pxeyne, you are welcomed here, if you would like to stay.”
Pxeyne: “I am honored, Eytukan. I would enjoy that very much
Pxeyne: (I spent the week with the Omaticaya people. I would bring a couple of killed game to them as an offering of good will. Although they had plenty of food, they graciously accepted it. During the day, I would split up my time between letting the kids, and even some adults, play with Raiden, practicing my fighting techniques, and helping with hunts. At night, most of the time I was able to sleep, but the third night, I woke feeling very thirsty.)
“Why now?”
(end part III)

[Druless]

Rise of Pxeyne (part IV)

(When Pxeyne awoke before dawn, Raiden and Tarshantu knew what he needed to do. Raiden was quick to wake. He readied the little bit of gear he uses for her and they took off into the night.)
(1hr later)
(Pxeyne has been looking…but he couldn’t find a single tawtute or Avatar outside of the RDA’s villages. He is angry, yet happy, to see that the sky people are not coming out of their fences. However, he is still thirsty; the pain is unbearable.
(I have to have something, but a hexapede doesn’t satisfy the thirst like a tawtute does. I figure I’m just gonna have to look a little bit harder; expand my area of search.)
(30min later)
(He has found a small RDA outpost in the Vaerra Romunong. Calling upon his recollection from tawtutes’ books, this site is a radar outpost used to track Na’vi movements. If they felt like it, they could attack and/or ambush clans with missiles. I will destroy this “tower” and stop any possible attacks from ever happening. At the same time I can drink my thirst away. To keep an animal from calling for help, you need to cut out the tongue, so my plan will be to destroy the tower first; than eliminate any tawtutes.)
(Riding on Raiden, we jump from the side of a tree over the fence and into the compound. Once inside the fence, Pxeyne silently and quickly kills all the guards outside. He’s forced to be more careful, since this time he’s using Raiden. With Raiden and not Tarshantu, he doesn’t have the hit-and–run tactics that he usually has available to him. He uses the tsahaylu with Raiden and shows her the plan he has formed.)
(I make sure she knows her role in this attack. I tell her to hide, and with a deep squat, I jump onto the tower and, with a new weapon I made, give a mighty swing and cut right through many of the wires and a panel box. This new weapon I made resembles a tawtute’s club, with an extremely sharp piece of metal used as the blade. The dying hum from the metal tower is satisfying enough a sound to let me know that it’s not usable. A few minutes later, a group of 5 tawtutes come out of the building. They look up and see me. I jump from the tower down onto them. With my blade, I swing with all my might and the weapon rips open three surrounding tawtutes. The fourth lets out a cry before I can silence him as well. Hearing their fellow comrade in danger, a building used as a barracks comes alive with voices. A shed door opens up and 13 soldiers appear. I instinctively move out of sight; if I hesitated, I would be against some bad odds.)
(The tawtutes rush towards their dead comrades. They survey the area, keeping their heads on a swivel, looking for the slightest movement to shoot at.)
(I quickly formulate a strategy to the best of my abilities. The soldiers are in a double-layered circle, all facing outwards.)
(Pxeyne picks up a stone and tosses it vertically into the sky and it lands exactly where he wanted it to; right in the middle of the circle of soldiers, and it makes a big thud. The sudden thump behind their backs caused the soldiers to reactively turn and shoot. 4 soldiers are immediately killed by friendly fire. While they quickly checked their comrades’ vitals, Pxeyne makes my move. He throws two knives at the two furthest soldiers; about 30yrds away. They are struck by the pair of blades and die. He howls for Raiden to begin her part.
(She responds by circling the camp a few times and, when I jump between the soldiers, who are distracted by her movements, jump in and join the fray.)
(I land lightly on my feet behind the soldiers. With my blade, I cut through 3 soldiers easily. Raiden than emerges and grabs one soldier in her jaws. Her powerful muscles and sharp teeth quickly rip the soldier into pieces. The remaining two soldiers’ jaws drop when they see the school bus-sized feline rip their buddy into shreds. They open fire at Raiden and, seeing their small weapons have little to no effect on her, turn and runs for the building. Raiden is on one of them in a flash; her large claws bury into his flesh. I took the last one. I threw my blade and it slices his legs clean off. He lets out a shriek and goes into what the sky people refer to as “shock”. I pick him up and, with a delightful satisfying feeling, get my feel of his blood. It felt so revitalizing. He squirms for a couple of seconds but eventually death overcomes him and he returns to the darkness that the sky people come from.)
(When I finished, I hopped onto Raiden and told her to do as much destruction to the metal tower as she could. She does better by literally knocking over the tower onto its side. Satisfied by my Raiden’s and mine’s work, we disappear into the jungle.)
Dr. Grace: (I’m walking down the corridor towards Selfridge’s office. He wanted to see me for some reason, though I couldn’t figure out why. I step into his office and see him, Quaritch, and a couple of other soldiers.)
“What do you want, Selfridge?”
Selfridge: “We have a very big problem, Grace. Two days ago a radar station failed to check in. Yesterday, there still was no word. So we sent an investigation team to see what the problem was. Guess what we found?”
Grace: “What?”
Sargeant Kostos: “A freaking massacre!”
(He takes a remote and clicks a button. A video popped up on the projection screen.)
“This is footage that was taken from one of the investigator’s helmet camera.”
(The footage showed the crew looking at the camp from the chopper. From his camera, you can see the entire tower was on its side. The chopper lands and the crew begin searching the main building. Everything looked like it hadn’t been touched. We could suddenly hear a soldier yelling for the others. “Get out here! I found the men!” The camera person rushes outside. He follows the soldiers out into the yard and points the camera at a gruesome scene. The ground is covered with bodies. Some bodies were cut to pieces and others had a large gash in their torso, almost tearing them in half. There were two more bodies who look like they were falling back into the building when they were killed. One soldier was literally in several pieces; the other soldier’s legs were cut clean from the torso. His throat was also slit and he had two small holes in his neck.)
Grace: “Jesus Christ…”
Selfridge: “21 soldiers are dead, Grace. So maybe you and the Colonel can shed some light on this. My first week here, so I don’t know anything that’s been happening lately, but I doubt every new operations manager gets a surprise like this.”
(They do their best to explain to Selfridge about all the details on the earlier attacks and on Pxeyne).
“Just great…They told me Pandora was the most dangerous place known to man, but I had no idea that I would have to deal with vampire Na’vis that can go “poof” in mid-air.”
Grace: “Some of those wounds are similar to Pxeyne’s workmanship, but …gashes, dismemberment. Those wounds aren’t similar to the past ones. He only used knives; those look like they’re from an axe or a sword.”
Selfridge: “Well, what are you thinking? He’s got friends.”
Grace: “I didn’t say that. I’m just saying Pxeyne’s work was way less messier than this”
(points to the still shot of a dismembered soldier on the screen).
Selfridge: “Well I’m not going to be bullied over by some naked blue monkey freak with a curious appetite. Colonel, you’re the head of security, so I expect you to find some way to handle this problem. I’m giving you the green light to take whatever measures necessary to flush him out and end his little quest of vengeance.”
Quaritch: “Very well sir, I’ll get started on it right away. Grace, we’re gonna need a translator, someone who the natives are familiar with. I’d like to visit some of the tribes and ask a few questions.”
Grace: “What on earth can you do to make them answer truthfully? Pxeyne is doing openly what every Na’vi wants to do to us. What would make them give him up?”
Quaritch: “If his methods aren’t Na’vi like, then maybe someone disapproves of him and will spill the beans. In return, we could stop bulldozing for a while.”
Grace: (exhales) “I guess it’s worth a try.”
Selfridge: “Alright than; ya’ll apparently have a plan, so get to it, and show me some results.”
(later that day)
Grace: (I’m in my avatar, aboard one of several Samson helicopters, which are also accompanied by 4 scorpion gunships. At the least 30 soldiers and 2 AMP suits are being carried by the Samson vehicles.)
“Quaritch, what the hell is with all these guns? This better not be your way of getting them to talk.” Quaritch: “Be patient, you’ll see my way. This is just a little ace up the sleeve that I’ll use if I’ve been dealt a bad hand.”
Grace: “What?”
Quaritch: “Just for protection against hostile locals or Pxeyne, and to help convince the Na’vi to tell the truth.” (Although in his mind, he just wanted to kill’em all.)
Grace: “I disagree with that last part. The might think we are attacking, and they’re not just gonna let us waltz in their village.”
Quaritch: “Then cross your fingers.”
(That same day)
Pxeyne: (I decided to visit the village before I leave back for home. It wouldn’t be nice to leave without saying goodbye.)
(Pxeyne rides into the village. He asks a nearby hunter where he might find Mo’at or Eyktukan. He points him in the direction behind Hometree.)
(When I get there, I see Mo’at helping a young gatherer, and Eytukan is showing a hunter the proper technique in cutting up a Yerin.)
Pxeyne: “Mo’at!” (She looks my way and, after helping the gatherer with her chore, walks my way. Eyktukan comes over as well.)
Mo’at: “Yes, Pxeyne?”
Pxeyne: “Mo’at, Eyktukan, you both and your village have treated me kindly and I thank you all, but I must take my leave now and return to my village.”
Mo’at: “We understand, Pxeyne. We hope you have a safe journey.“
Pxeyne: “Oh, and tell Neytiri please, that it was good to see her again. It was good seeing all of you again.”
Mo’at&Eytukan: “We will.”
Pxeyne:
(I get on Raiden and we take off into the jungle.)
(A few minutes later, Pxeyne sees smoke rising in a far off distance.)
(I then heard a slight thundering noise, like a gun, far off into the direction of the smoke. I began making my way towards the source of the smoke. About twenty minutes later, I hear another thundering sound. Then I hear several more. I ride into a small clearing and I see another tower of smoke arise from a distance, a ways off from the first one.)
Pxeyne: “The sky people are the cause of this, I’m sure, but what are they doing? Mining in more places?”
(After about 10min of fast riding, I come upon a gruesome scene. The smoke wasn’t coming from a mining site; it was coming from a Na’vi village.)
(I search the village as thoroughly as I can. I counted at the least 68 bodies. Many bodies weren’t even bodies; they were just limbs. Some bodies were burned, others looked like blunt wounds, but most were filled with bullets.)
(Raiden and Pxeyne start digging a large enough hole to bury the bodies in. They dig for a good 10min. and the hole looks about right.)
(It’s a good thing Raiden is a good digger, or I would’ve been here all day.)
(They place the bodies into the massive grave and cover it. He says a prayer, hoping that Eywa will take their spirits into her and free them from their pain and misery. As I prepare to ride off, I notice a large footprint. It’s a bit bigger than a Na’vi’s footprint, but not nearly as large as an AMP suit’s footprint. By the looks of it, it’s heavy and metal. I mount Raiden and we take off for the site of the second explosion.)
(twenty minutes later)
(They get there and see a burning hometree; a smaller one compared to the Omaticaya’s hometree.)
Pxeyne: “Hello!? If you need help, call out to me!! Raiden, go and search for survivors around the tree. Go!”
(She bounds off, stopping and sniffing each Na’vi she saw. I hear a scream come from the tree. I run inside and I hear it again. This time, from the second level of the tree, I hear a cry for help. I hurry up the spiral, covering my mouth and nose as the smoke from the fires grow thicker. I look around and see 2 children holding onto their parents; the father was dead, but the mother was injured.)
“Txo new nga rivey oehu! (come with me if you want to live)”
(They look at me and shake their heads in acknowledgement. I help them down to the ground. I howl for Raiden. She appears seconds later.)
“Don’t be afraid. Raiden will take you to safety.”
(They hesitate, but agree to get on. I help the wounded mother on first, than the children, than their father.)
“Go.”
(Raiden takes off outside to drop off the wounded to a spot where she was taking others.) (I search through the bottom level and find two more survivors. Raiden comes back and takes those two back as well. I jump back onto the second level to finish looking through it. There were bodies strewn all over the place, but no survivors. I jump onto the third level. After a thorough search, I find 3 more; then 3 more on the fourth level. While making my way back to the base of the tree, I hear a crackling noise. I look to my right and see the trunk caving in. “Oh no!” I start sprinting down the spiral as fast as I could run, narrowly avoiding falling chunks of tree. I’m at the second level when I hear the top level collapse. I look up and see the entire tree coming down right on top of me! I jump down the rest of the way and make a mad dash for the exit. I stumble a couple times as the tree shakes the earth underneath me. I sprint out of the entrance as the tree collapses completely on top of itself in a vertical fall. I come to where Raiden has gathered the survivors.)
"Is everyone all right?"
(end part IV)

[Druless]

Hey folks, sorry I haven't posted the next chapter up yet. It's taking me some time and editing up on Microsoft Word. Once I'm done with that, I'll paste it on here as soon as possible, and I'm so sorry for getting Neytiri's sister's name wrong at the beginning. I've fixed it now.

[Druless]

Rise of Pxeyne (Part V)

Pxeyne: (I tend the wounded to the best of my abilities. A few women and a male just had bruises, while the worst cases were broken bones and internal bleeding. I had found 11 survivors while Raiden had found 13 around the base of the tree (half of which were just children who'd hid under their dead parents or friends). I looked at the destruction of their home and a boiling hatred began surging upward underneath my skin.)
"Please, anyone, what did this?"
Wounded Na'vi woman: "I don't know."
Pxeyne: "Was it not Sky People?"
Wounded Na'vi woman: "It was a machine like the ones the Sky People have, but it had a life of its own."
Pxeyne: "Just one?"
Wounded Na'vi woman: "Srane."
Pxeyne: "How could one machine do this? (points towards the burning hometree.)
Bruised Na'vi man: "We shot at it repeatedly with our arrows, and some of our warriors had hit it fiercely with clubs, but we only scratched its metal skin. After it looked at us, it started killing everyone: man, woman, child, and beast. It even killed babies!!! (tears start pouring out of his eyes) Than it shot fire upon our hometree, engulfing it with flames."
Pxeyne: "Please tell me where it went? Where did this metal demon go?"
(The man points towards another hometree, one that is a bit bigger than this one was. I look at it for a second then is filled with dread. "It's heading towards the Omaticaya's hometree.")
"Man, do you have an ikran?"
Bruised Na'vi male: "Yes."
Pxeyne: "You can fly, can you not?"
Bruised Na'vi male: "Absolutely."
Pxeyne: "Get your ikran and fly to the Omaticaya Clan. Tell them of the certain danger."
B.N.M: "Our clans have not talked in a long time. What if they do not believe me?"
Pxeyne: "Tell them Pxeyne sent you. They will believe you than. Now GO!!"
(The Na'vi calls his ikran and it descends down. He links with it and takes off towards the Omaticaya's hometree.)
"You two." (Pxeyne points towards two hunter/huntresses.) "Care for the wounded. The Omaticaya should send help."
Young Na'vi huntress: "Where are you going?"
Pxeyne: "I'm going to find this monster, and kill it."
Y.N.H: "How? We've tried."
Pxeyne: "I'll think of a way."
(He mounts Raiden and takes off into the forest, moving towards the Omaticaya. Raiden picks up the scent of the demon and follows the trail. Pxeyne can feel her anger rising as we move closer to the murderer. As we're passing by a glade, we see dozens of viperwolves lying dead. Some were shot, others were burned. A minute later, we pass a similar sight of hexapedes.)
"Dear Eywa, this isn't murder. It's genocide!")
Neytiri: (I was disappointed when I came back from Iknimaya and Mo'at had told me that Pxeyne left. I understand though. His village has been missing him most likely. Me and my parents just started walking together when a hunter tells us that a Na'vi outsider has arrived. We head over to where he's at, but he rushes towards us. Some hunters stop him and hold him still.)
B.N.M: "Please, I need to tell you all an important message."
Eytukan: "You can let him up Tsu'tey."
(Tsu'tey does so) "Speak visitor. What important message do you need to tell us?"
B.N.M: "A large metal demon attacked and destroyed our hometree and most of our clan."
Neytiri: "You're from the hometree a short flight away. We saw the hometree fall, and so we had sent our scouts to see what caused it."
B.N.M: "There are few survivors. We need help, but you are also endanger."
Eytukan: "Why? What is endangering us?"
B.N.M: "The metal demon that attacked us is heading this way. A Na'vi warrior came and saved all the survivors before the tree fell, than went after the demon."
Eytukan: "Who?"
B.N.M: "ughh..(he struggles to remember the name than finally thinks of it) Pxeyne!"
Neytiri: "Ma sempul, we must believe him."
Eytukan: "Very well. Omaticaya!! Prepare for an attack on Hometree!!"
(There are several war shouts followed by much preparation: defensive positions, getting the children and non-war personel into the Hometree, etc.)
Neytiri: (A little time passed by before we could hear explosions within the forest. Hunters would report explosions and fire erupting within the canopy. And it was getting closer. Soon we could feel the vibrations of the explosions and hear the hiss of fire. Than suddenly, bursting through the treeline in an explosion and some fire, appeared a large machine. It was taller than a AMP suit by atleast three feet. It was more slender though, like us Na'vi. It was completely black and there was no tawtute driving it. I've never seen anything like this.)
Eytukan: "EKO!! EKO!!"
Neytiri: (As we are about to release their drawn arrows, a palulukan jumps from the treeline, tackling the machine. Than a figure jumped from the top of a tree and lands on the machine, swinging downward while doing so. He swings his axe/club weapon several times into its head. He jumps clear of it and lands on his palulukan. "Pxeyne!" We release our arrows at the demon, but they bounced off of its skin. Our weapons were useless.)
Pxeyne: "Please, stay out of this. Your weapons aren't strong enough!"
(The machine gets up starts throwing kicks and punches at him, but Pxeyne is able to dodge most of them. One kick glances off of his shoulder. He grimaces at the stinging pain, but shakes it off. The machine raises its right arm and a gun on it begins shooting bullets at Pxeyne.)
Neytiri: (We all watch in disbelief as Pxeyne just spins constantly and avoids most of the bullets; one knicks him in this left leg. The machine lifts up its left arm and a rod on the end of it starts shooting fire out at Pxeyne. Pxeyne squats and jumps over the machine and in midair during a front-flip, hits it in the back of the head with his axe/club. The blow knocks the machine on its face. Pxeyne attempts to jump on it, but the demon machine rolls over and, catching Pxeyne with its feet, throws him towards the forest. Pxeyne is thrown with so much force that he goes right through a young tree about 4ft thick. The machine gets up and, raising both weapons this time, destroys the immediate area where Pxeyne last was.)
"No!!" (In blind rage, Neytiri shoots the demon with another arrow, but it has no effect on the machine.)
(Than Raiden jumps from the forest again and grabs the machine with its mouth and begins trying to rip out its chest plate. The machine responds by lifting up its arm and shoots Raiden in the chest with the machine gun. Raiden releases her grip and disappears into the forest again. Although obviously damaged now with a large crack in its gun arm, it turns its attention now to us. As it raises its gun towards me, I see Pxeyne on Raiden. The palulukan pushes off from the side of a large tree and, while in midair, Pxeyne squats and pushes off(jumps) from Raiden and hurdles toward the machine. Pxeyne does another flip-swing with his axe/club and hits the gun arm right on the crack. The blade on his club cuts through the rest of the arm, completely severing it from the machine. Raiden comes forward and clamps down onto its remainging arm. Pxeyne takes one of the machine's legs and, pushing off of Raiden like before, they synchronized with each other to pull at the same time. The combined forces tear the machine's remaining arm from its socket. Raiden throws it down. It still got up, but it didn't have any weapons now. Raiden bites down hard onto its chest plate and, after some effort, rips off the armor, exposing its insides. Now with Raiden holding the machine again, Pxeyne takes his knives and starts a fury of slashes and stabs on the machine's insides. He slashes into it several times with a pair of knives, stabs it, and pulls out another pair. He goes through all twelve of his knives. Still denying death, the machine keeps trying to fight back, but to no success.)
Pxeyne: "Raiden! Move!"
(The palulukan lets go of the machine. Than we see Pxeyne pick up the machine's gun arm and, doing something with it first, starts shooting the demon with its own weapon. He shot it until the gun ran out of bullets. Incredibly though, the machine was still moving, but barely. It somehow manages to stand up, its insides showing and some smoke even escaping from its wounds. With Raiden holding it still with her mouth, Pxeyne stands on the robot's chest and, since about all of the armor is gone or torn, he stomps right through, knocking out it core. The machine stops moving. It's finally dead! Pxeyne stands over the machine and picks what the assumed heart. He raises it to the air and gives out a monstrous battle cry. All of the Omaticaya warriors respond with their own victory shouts, and begin chanting Pxeyne's name.)

(End Part V)

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Finally glad to get that chapter up. Hope you enjoyed it. Hopefully the next chapter won't take that long to post. Okay, I lied, the next chapter might seem a little confusing, so it might take as long or possibly longer.

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Okay I lied, that confusing part is another chapter. Here's the next chapter, enjoy.
Rise of Pxeyne (part VI)
(p.s. If anybody has any good or original name suggestions for Pxeyne's dad, please feel free to post it here. Irayo)

(Meanwhile)
Grace: (I'm glad Quaritch has kept his word so far. We've visited 5 hometrees, 3 plains villages, and about 8 forest villages, and so far, not a single bullet has been fired.)
"Okay there's one more village about two minutes away. Orbital thermal imagery shows about 130+ inhabitants. Drop me off here and wait."
(The choppers descend beneath the forest canopies. The men disembark the aircrafts and the AMP suit crew mounts their vehicles.)
"I'm going on ahead."
Quaritch: "Alright men, stay alert, but don't do anything unless I order it."
(He walks along beside Grace.)
"What if he's not in this village either? We've looked in every village within chopper range."
Grace: "Than he's probably a loner."
(We get within a hundred yards of the village's edge when we're greeted by several hunters with a variety of weapons from clubs to bows, and one even had an axe.)
Hunter #1: (In Na'vi) "What are you demons doing here! Go away before we turn you into nantang food!"
Grace: (In Na'vi) "Please, we mean you no trouble. We-"
Hunter #1: (In Na'vi) "You wanted trouble ever since you started digging up the forest. Why should we not just kill you where you stand?"
Grace: (In Na'vi) "This is the leader of the Sky People's warriors (gestures to Quaritch). If you kill him, the many soldiers and machines we have back there will come and attack your village."
(He takes a minute to think about this. Most likely they aren't prepared for a large firefight.)
Hunter #1: (In Na'vi) "Follow me."
(He turns and starts walking towards the village. He sends a messenger ahead to let their leader know of the tawtutes.)
Grace: (We finally reach the village after a minute of walking. Their village is very small. There weren't hardly 40 Na'vi here. What had the imagery picked up? Than I look up.)
"Oh my"
Quaritch: "Woah... that's impressive."
(The Na'vi clan had built most of their village in the trees. They used the branches to build huts and walkways, and there was even some trees that had floors. Than their attention was drawn to a large tree. They look up and see a massive dome going all the way around the circumference of the tree.)
Quaritch: "How on earth do you think they managed that?"
Grace: "I couldn't even begin to tell you."
(I had a few ideas, but one thing I’m sure helped them is the physique of all the Na’vi, even the women. Everyone looked of raw muscle.)
(The hunter leads them to one of the smaller trees and they begin climbing the vine ladder that was formed.)
Grace: "This is amazing! These vine formations are not natural. Atleast to my knowledge."
Quaritch: "You think they made the vines grow into ladders and walkways?"
Grace: "I don't know how they could've."
Hunter #1: (In Na'vi) "This way."
Grace: (He leads us across several vine walkways going from the smaller tree to eventually the main tree. They enter into a surprisingly open dome hut. As they walk in, seven adult Na'vi wait for them.)
(Pxeyne's Dad): "Why are you here? You do not belong here, much less on Pandora.”
Grace: “We’ve come just briefly to ask a few questions.”
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “What could you possibly need to know that’s worth risking your life coming here? I’m surprised our hunters did not shoot you on site.”
(He throws a questioning glance towards Hunter #1.)
Hunter #1: “They say they have many soldiers waiting nearby. I did not want to risk a battle with the village unaware.”
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “I understand. Please leave us now; wait outside.”
Hunter #1: “Yes, Olo’Eyktan.”
(He and the other hunters walk out of the building.)
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “Now, ask your questions.”
Grace: “We have had several dozen men, both soldiers and scientists, murdered in the past weeks. Some survivors of the attacks described their attacker as a tall, very muscular Na’vi male with many positive aspects-“
Quaritch: “Positive aspects? What the hell does that mean? You think he’s cute or something?”
Grace: “Quaritch, not now. But the most interesting features are red ring in the eyes, large calves, a large scar on his chest and back, and long teeth.”
((Pxeyne’s Dad) shows a little bit of tension. Grace doesn’t catch it but Quaritch does.)
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “I have heard a little bit of this warrior, but not enough to ponder over him.”
Quaritch: “Well, this guy’s name, apparently, is Pxeyne. Ever heard of that name?”
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “Pxeyne? He died with his parents at your school, when you tawtutes attacked the children. CHILDREN!!”
Grace: “Many villages have said that, but the one thing all have said in common is that some of the attacker’s physical features match Pxeyne’s.”
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “You are saying he is alive?”
Grace: “That’s what it sounds like.”
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “Well he does not visit here. So you should leave now, and for your safety, never come back.”
Grace: “Oh well, we tried. Thank you Olo’Eyktan. Come on Quaritch.”
(She turns to walk away but Quaritch doesn’t flinch.)
Grace: “Come on.”
Quaritch: “Our friend isn’t telling us the whole story.”
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “How dare you call me a liar! Tonnalo!”
(Hunter #1/Tonnalo): “Yes!?”
(He comes in with some sort of forearm blades pointed into our backs.)
Grace: “Dammit Quaritch. Stop it!”
(Quaritch takes a grenade from his belt and pulls the pin.)
Quaritch: “Do you know what this is, Olo’Eyktan? This is a phosphorus grenade. When I drop this and don’t disarm it within 6 seconds, this entire building will be ashes within an hour.”
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “You threaten us? You are mad!”
Quaritch: “Now you listen here you oversized, blue-monkey circus side-show! I’m as serious as a heart attack. I’ve already pulled the pin. All I have to do is drop it; doesn’t matter if I do by choice, or if your boy Tonnalo here kills me. And in six seconds, we’ll be dead. Now I’m gonna count to three.”
((Pxeyne’s Dad) looks intensely at Quaritch, as if trying to see some hint of a bluff, but Quaritch has a very stern face.)
Quaritch: “One…Two…((Pxeyne’s Dad looks interestingly at him.) Three!”
Grace: (I couldn’t believe my eyes. Quaritch drops the grenade and it lands on the floor at his feet.)
((Pxeyne’s Dad) looks at him for a count)
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “Okay.”
(Quaritch picks up the grenade and puts the pin back into it.)
Quaritch: “So we are ready to cooperate?”
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “Since you are willing to meet you end, I will tell you what I know of Pxeyne. It’s not much though. “
Quaritch: “That’s more like it, but don’t you worry about me.”
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “He has lived by himself since the school shooting. He doesn’t visit many tribes though, but when he does, he usually joins in on hunting parties and other helpful activities. He never talks about where he lives or what he does. It’s only rumors that he might live in the Va’era Romunong. I can’t tell you anything else.”
Quaritch: “Now see, doesn’t that make you feel better.”
(Pxeyne’s Dad): “I will feel better when he finally finds you and puts your head on a stick for the viperwolves to fight over.” (He says this making a snarling face)
Quaritch: “Hahaha, I can’t wait till we meet.”
Grace: “Quaritch, cut it out. Let’s go before they get pissed.”
Quaritch: “Alright. Their stench is giving me a headache.”
(Pxeyne’s dad hisses at the remark.)
(The two leave the village and make it back to the choppers.)
Quaritch: “Alright son, take us home, on the double.”
Pilot: “Roger that, sir.”
(He skillfully maneuvers the chopper out of the forest and through the canopy.)
Quaritch: (I can’t wait to get back to SEC-OPS. It was easy to sneak away from Dr. Augustine’s eyes and ears to give the green light for Operation: Silent Genocide. We’d recently received the latest in assassin robot technology. It had a unobtanium fuel cell, so it could practically last forever. It was smart too. It could operate behind enemy lines, it could learn, and it had enough firepower and armor to take on a whole platoon of marines. With that last part in mind, I didn’t bother keeping it stealthy. I had the scientists program it to just kill everything. I check my watch and figure the robot has been in the field for about 6hrs. Plenty of time to do what it was made for.)
(Than at that moment, Quaritch ear piece radio started vibrating. He turns it on.)
“Who is this?”
Dr. Ivan: “It’s Dr. Ivan sir. Where are you at?”
Quaritch: “I’m still in the field, but I’m heading back to SEC-OPS. What do you need?”
Dr. Ivan: “It’s about the XMB assassin robot, sir.”
(Just the news Quaritch has been waiting to hear about.)
Quaritch: “What about it? How is its progress?”
Dr. Ivan: “It was outstanding, sir.”
Quaritch: (Excellent. This might turn out to be a good day, but he said “was”.)
“What do you mean “was.” Is it already finished with the Omaticaya?”
Dr. Ivan: “uhh…(there’s hesitation in his voice) not exactly.”
Quaritch: “What? What do you mean?
Dr. Ivan: “The robot was performing above our standards, but…it has been destroyed.”
(Quaritch twitched at the words.)
Quaritch: “Repeat that, Dr. Ivan”
Dr. Ivan: “uhh..it’s been destroyed. About half an hour ago to be exact.”
Quaritch: “I thought you said that. How was it destroyed?”
Dr. Ivan: “You’ve got to see this to believe it, sir. There’s no words to describe it.”
Quaritch: “Alright, I’ll be there soon. You better have a good reason for why it’s destroyed when I get there.”
Dr. Ivan: (worry and some fear in his voice) “Yes sir.”
Quaritch: “Dammit pilot, I wanted to be back at Hell’s Gate ten minutes ago!”
Pilot: “Yes sir.”
(The choppers get back to Hell’s Gate and Quaritch heads straight for the R&D wing of the SEC-OPS branch. After making his way down all the corridors, past several security stations, past more security defense measures, he finally gets to the lab with Dr. Ivan. Ivan turns to see Quaritch and a scared look is on his face.)
Quaritch: “Alright Ivan, what the hell happened to my robot?”
Dr. Ivan: “See for yourself, sir.”
(He points to a screen and motions Quaritch to take a seat. Quaritch turns on the video. It is a recording of the robot’s entire time of operation. He fast-forwards it to every Na’vi incursion. The first was of a small Na’vi village. The robot was surprisingly able to walk through the tree line and in the village clearing. It caught many Na’vi by surprise. It looked down and saw a small Na’vi girl looking up at it in awe. After a second, the robot raised its foot and stomp the girl into the ground. Quaritch and the others could hear bones breaking. Blood flowed from her mouth. She was dead instantly. They heard a Na’vi woman scream in horror at the sight of her dead child. All of the hunters started firing upon the robot, but its armor held up and the arrows bounced right off. The woman however just kneeled there, staring at her child’s body. The robot picked her up and kicked into about 30yds into the nearest tree. It raised its gatling gun and started mowing down the defenders, the .50 cal shells ripping through the Na’vi and the small armor they wore. After clearing out the surrounding area, it approached small hometree. The heartbeat sensors showed about 38 Na’vi taking shelter. The robot got on its knees, than on its arms and grabbed hold of the ground. It brought the 120mm grenade launcher to bear on the tree. It fired three shots through openings in the tree. After the dust cleared, there were maybe 10 heartbeats still going in there, so the robot lifted its flamethrower and filled the tree with burning napalm. Screams can be heard from the tree. After being satisfied with its job, the robot took off through the woods. Quaritch fast-forwards it through encounters with small hunting groups, viperwolves, and a few sturmbeasts till it comes upon a large Hometree, although not as large as the Omaticaya’s Hometree. Many see it before it has a chance to raise its weapons. They open fire but their arrows had little effect. It begans firing its gatling gun at the Na’vi. Many are cut down within the first minute. Than a Na’vi came from behind with a large axe and struck the robot in the head. It knocked it over but the robot quickly got up and finished off the attacking Na’vi. After about 10minutes of fighting the robot entered the Hometree. On the first level there were about 20 Na’vi. It killed them all with the machine gun. The next level was some sort of daycare for the children. There were about 30 kids, along with many babies lying in their hammocks crying, and there were a few Na’vi women. The robot roasted them all: kids, babies, and the women, with the flamethrower. It looked up towards the few levels above it, but it couldn’t reach them, so it thought of something more sinister. It returned to the bottom and set the tree on fire with the flamethrower. Satisfied that it was adequate, it took off again. This time, towards the Omaticaya. After about 10min of running, killing animals, and more running, it suddenly hit the ground hard. It turned over to see a large thanator and a Na’vi male standing over it. It lifted its gun and started firing at them, but they were gone in a flash. (Quaritch: (Woah.)) It looked around but couldn’t see them, so it relied upon its heart beat sensor. It read the palulukan’s, but not the Na’vi’s.)
Quaritch: “What the hell? Why can’t it sense his heartbeat?”
Dr. Ivan: “I don’t know.”
(The video then shows the robot turning to face the thanator again. The animal tackled it and sent it flying into a tree. The beast rammed it and then the Na’vi jumped from above, holding a large club/axe thing. He swings it ferociously at the robot’s head. Integrity readings went from 100% down to 93%. The robot lifts its flamethrower and shoots a stream of fire at the Na’vi, but like earlier, he just vanished instantly. It started shooting the thanator. It pierced its armored skin and the beast disappeared into the brush again. The heartbeat sensors still read only the palulukan’s. Than from above, the Na’vi jumps down and strikes the robot in the head. Integrity showed 84% now. Even with the male right in front of the robot, the sensors didn’t pick him up. He squats and jumps atleast 40ft into the air as the robot lunges at him with a punch. The thanator came out again and rammed it in the front, not worrying about the gatling gun fire. The robot gets back up and then on all fours. It aimed the grenade launcher at the beast and fired. The first shot missed the moving thanator, shattering a tree behind it. Sensing the new threat, it ran faster. The male came out from the right and struck the gun. Gun integrity read 82%. The male jumped into the tree tops again, this time though, the robot raised its gun towards the canopy, firing a salvo of grenades at the male. He jumped from tree to tree, avoiding the explosions. He jumped and grabbed a vine. He swung downward toward the robot and swung and hit it with his club. He continued upwards with enough force that he let go of the vine, the robot firing airburst grenades at him. He flies through the air, and as he came down, the robot was paying attention to the thanator and was tackled from behind. As the beast started pounding away at the grenade launcher, the male landed a falling swinging blow against the robot’s gun, just as the thanator moved away. Gun integrity showed 2%. It was practically inoperable now. The robot detached the gun, and threw it to the ground. Quaritch and Ivan continued watching the fight until they saw a large Na’vi foot stomp right through the robot’s chest.)
Quaritch: “F&*K me sideways. That Pxeyne sure pushes the wrong buttons.”
Dr. Ivan: “So that was Pxeyne. With all due respect Quaritch, he’s remarkable!”
Quaritch: “Talk to the AVTR teams, and they’ll tell you about his intolerance of us. Than come and tell me his remarkable.”
Dr. Ivan: “Again, with all due respect, sir. If I was a Na’vi, after seeing what the robot did to those children, I would be pissed off too.”
Quaritch: “Don’t tell me you’re taking his side, Dr. Ivan.”
Dr. Ivan: “By all means, no sir, I’m not.”
Quaritch: “Ivan, I want you to go over this. I’ll go over all the reports. He must have a weakness somewhere.”
Dr. Ivan: “Yes sir.”
End of Part VI

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Should have the next chapter up by week's end. sorry for taking so long everyone who's been reading and waiting. One arm is making this a bit difficult with the other in a sling. haha

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Alright, next chapter's up. Please enjoy, and feel free to make any suggestions. I know this isn't perfect.
Rise of Pxeyne Pt. VII

(Meanwhile, this is just a flashback after Pxeyne destroyed the assassin robot.)
Pxeyne: (I let out the largest cry I’ve ever done. My lungs were burning from it. When I finished it, I stepped over to Raiden.)
“How are you, girl?”
(I look over her body and see a few bullets had pierced her hide. As I massage my big girl, many Omaticaya began making their way towards me. Eytukan comes up to me).
Eytukan: “Thank you, Pxeyne. If you had not stopped that machine, I fear we would have shared the same fate as its victims did.”
Pxeyne: “Well, it was the right thing to do. I saw the destruction left in that thing’s wake, and it had to be killed. What about the survivors of the other Homertree?”
Eytukan: “Tsa’krrtep, Belum, and other hunters and healers have gone for them. They should return soon. We will be happy to care for them till they can support themselves.”
Pxeyne: “Thank you.”
Eytukan: “You must be sore, Pxeyne. You are allowed to stay for one more night, to rest from your battle.”
Pxeyne: “I would enjoy that very much. Thank you.”
(A huntress leads me up to the upper levels of the tree.)
Huntress: “You can use this one.”
(She points at the hammock).
Pxeyne: “It wouldn’t be any trouble if I could use one that is sort of away from the others, would it?”
(She looks curiously at me as I made this request).
Huntress: “Not at all. Follow me.”
(She takes me to one of the outermost branches and shows me a hammock set up near the end).
“Is this suitable?”
Pxeyne: (I look it over and am very pleased with its isolation and the view over the forest.)
“Yes. This is excellent. Thank you.”
(I set some of my belongings down into the hammock and make my way back down to the ground with the huntress.)
(Back to present hour)
(Meanwhile in the SOSRD)
Quaritch: “What do you got for me?”
(I had made my way down to the S.O.S.R.D.(Special Operations Secret Research Division) and met up with head engineer of the RDA Weapons Division.)
Dr.: “I’ve been going over several footages and testimonies about Pxeyne, and I’ve jotted a few notes down that I used as a sort of guide for my solution process. Pxeyne shows strong love and protectiveness for his people. He will kill any human or human-made object he encounters. The only ones that he has shown any leniency towards are the AVTR drivers. You still following me, Colonel?”
Quaritch: “Yes, go on. I don’t have the attention span of a goldfish ya know.”
Dr.: “Right, note taken. But don’t you see? There’s our solution.”
Quaritch: “What? What is?”
(I think about it for a couple of seconds than it hits me like rock. Of course!)
“But how do we get one of them science pukes to cooperate?”
Dr.: “No. The solution is not in an AVTR driver; they are not a whole Na’vi.”
Quaritch: “You mean an actual Na’vi?”
Dr.: “Precisely! What if we got a Na’vi, preferably one of certain qualities to peak Pxeyne’s interests and lower his will to fight, to do what we say?”
Quaritch: “Not to bust your fantasy bubble, Dr., but that will be impossible. One will never do what we say. It’s near impossible to find and kill one, much less CAPTURE.”
Dr.: “It doesn’t have to be willingly.”
Quaritch: “So what? Are we gonna blackmail or threaten one or something?”
Dr.: “There are “certain” ways I’ve made this kind of command/soldier relationship possible. But, it requires certain actions and measures to be taken. If Earth knew of such technology existing, I would be shot out of an airlock.”
Quaritch: “So, you’re saying the technology to make this idea of yours work doesn’t exist in any of the departments on Earth?”
Dr.: “Yes. It’s considered being too…..God-like.”
Quaritch: “What kind of tech are we talking about here?”
Dr.: “I’ve developed a suit of armor that has to be surgically implanted on the body. It bonds with the nervous and muscular system of the body. Once activated, it can control everything from breathing and body movements to voice control. Although the patient will still be able to think freely and “try” to resist, it’ll be useless. We’ll have complete control of her. The armor will also enhance patient’s speed, agility, strength, and reflexes by 10Xfold. If she’s already a warrior than that will be better for us.”
Quaritch: “Great. If catching a Na’vi already seemed impossible, now you want a warrior. You want us to mail-order you a Leonopteryx while we’re at it?”
Dr.: “Your humor is hilarious, Colonel. But, yes, if possible. The requirements are:
· Must be a Na’vi woman
· Must be a warrior or huntress
· Must have excellent physical traits, if possible.
Quaritch: “Alright, I’ll see who we’ve got that can get the job done.”
(Quaritch heads out of the Department and makes his way towards the hangar area. When in the hangar, he finds just the man he’s looking for. He walks up to Sargeant Mirko, who’s sparring with two other team members. When they see the Colonel approaching, they stop what they were doing and came to attention).
Sgt. Mirko: “Sir, how are you today, sir?”
Quaritch: “At ease boys. As far as my day has been, it’s been a piss poor one at that.”
Sgt. Mirko: “And I assume we’re going to be tasked with making it a better day?”
Quaritch: “Don’t assume, son. If you assume, you’ll make an *** out of U and ME.”
(The soldiers laugh as they finally get the joke).
“But you’re right about one thing. You boys are just the ones I can count on to make my day better. And this isn’t just any mission, it’s one that’ll hopefully turn the tide against the Na’vi.”
(Upon hearing this, the group gives the Colonel their full attention; eager to know what he’s got planned for them).
“You are not going on a extermination mission, nor an assassination mission, not even a raiding mission. You’re going on a kidnapping mission.”
(The soldiers’ mouths drop and some of them start to laugh).
Sgt. Mirko: “Sir, we’re good. We’re really good. I mean, it’s stupid crazy how good we are. I mean, really! We’re overly good! But…we’re not that good. This mission is not only impossible, BUT IT’S IMPOSSIBLE! We’ve have a better chance of taking out the President.”
Quaritch: “I’m sorry, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone who gives a F**K. I know you’re all good and that there’s no one better, but talk out of line like that again and I’ll have my foot so far up you’re A**, you can taste it. Understand?”
Sgt. Mirko: “Yes, SIR!”
Quaritch: “You all understand me?”
Two group leaders: “Yes, SIR!”
Quaritch: “Now get your team together. You’re gonna be briefed in two hours. Got it?”
Sgt. Mirko: “Yes, sir.”
Quaritch: “Very good soldier. Now get to it.”
(Mirko and the other two soldiers throw up salutes. Quaritch returns a salute and walks off).
Sgt. Mirko: “Damn, how do you like that?”
L.Cpl. Daniel(GL#2): “Might as well go right my family goodbye.”
Cpl. Masterson(GL#3): “You aint got any family.”
L.Cpl. Daniel: “Than what do ya know? Besides getting the men together, I’m already set.”
Sgt. Mirko: “Alright, than let’s get started. Gather the rest of the Black Spirits and get to that briefing.”
Group Leaders: “Sir.”
(They give a salute and rush off to gather the SPOT(Special Pandoran Operations Team/AKA Black Spirits). Sgt. Mirko takes a seat and starts thinking about what they were about to attempt. His team has performed over 300 missions back on Earth. They’ve been sent in to do everything from killing local drug lords to assassinating or kidnapping dictators or radical leaders. They were the BEST. They operated in total secrecy, and although people see them now, they have no idea of their real occupations. Now..they’ve been called upon to do the seemingly impossible. Capture an unnamed Na’vi. Finding one and killing him/her was back-breaking enough, but this was something none of their training could’ve prepared them for, because it had never been done. It was once tried, but the team was compromised and ripped to shreds before they even got within 100yds of the targeted village. And they were Delta Force!! As he comes to the realization that they probably won’t survive this mission, he couldn’t help but think back towards Earth, where his little girl was probably 8 now. He didn’t want to leave them, but this was the best,…the only way, to make enough money to get them through. Though his team is personally responsible for single handedly saving the world from nuclear terrorism on four different occasions, the checks he drew in were pathetic. Government salaries are ridiculous! Since being here, and seeing and hearing how the Na’vi lived made him envious. He wanted what they had. But there was no way that his wife and daughter could survive a native lifestyle. He could, but he has had the toughest training on Earth. Even if they could survive like that, it wouldn’t matter. The world’s forests were rapidly being destroyed. It’d be a matter of decades before the “tree” became an endangered plant. Mirko looks at his watch and sees that the briefing will start in 30min. He couldn’t believe he dosed off like that. He picks up his few clothes and makes his to the briefing room).
(Quaritch waits in the briefing room for the SPOT to arrive. While he is waiting, he makes a call to the Doctor).
“Yes, Dr., the team is on their way now. I’ll brief them and they begin at tomorrow before sunrise.”
(Some indistinct words come from the other line).
“Yes, Dr., I understand. They are capable. They’ll get the job done.”
(More indistinct words).
“Yes, Dr. We will have an adequate female for your operation.”
(More indistinct words come through the line).
“Alright. Just be ready when we come in with her,…………Boss.”
(End Part VII)

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read the first 3 chapters, wow awesome :nlol: its brutal and that's the way it should be. i shall continue this tonight

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Finally a response, I wouldn't mind if others responded. I feel lonely when I'm writing this. :(

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getting interesting. after reading that Mirko is envious of the Na'vi life i have a feeling he may switch sides later O_o

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Here it is! The next chapter. Please enjoy, and possibly take notice that I'm kinda merging the screenplay style writing with some book style writing. I like the organization of the screenplay/script style, but it doesn't emerse you like the book style. Please tell me which one you all like best.

Rise of Pxeyne (part VIII)
(Early the next morning)
(It’s early the next morning. There was a slight rain the night before. With the light coming out, the forest was a peaceful, serene place. The night plants’ bioluminescence slowly fades away. The day plants slowly start to bloom at the contact with the sunlight, trying to capture all of the sun’s energy they could. Some of the birds begin waking up, with the parents of roosts going out to find breakfast for their young. Pxeyne watches a Yerin move ever closer to his hiding place. The prey moves within 40yds of his position, chewing on some grass here and there. Pxeyne lifts his bow, arrow slowly being drawn back. He has built himself a bow fitting for a warrior such as himself. It’s untraditional in looks though. It’s about 6.5 ft long, made of the wood of traditional trees. It’s a bit thicker than the bows the Na’vi normally make, and curves backwards a bit, than forward, than backwards again. These series of curves adds a little bit more weight to the pullback but the arrow’s velocity is literally doubled. Midway up the final curves on the bottom and top half, Pxeyne carved from the bow three spikes about 8inches long. As for custom decorations, he’d painted the bow mostly red, with thin strips of blue along it. The arrows he’d made using the same type of wood as the bow was made from. The only difference with his arrows, only the arrows he uses for tawtutes, is the arrowhead, which is made from sharpened steel he’d gathered from broken machines. As for his regular arrows, such as the one he’s using now, the arrowheads are from sharpened rock, like all of the normal arrows. He now looks down the shaft of his drawn arrow, looking at his prey. He says a short prayer to Eywa, than releases the arrow. It strikes the Yerin and knocks it down. The animal was dead before it even hit the ground.)
(Pxeyne walks towards his kill and retrieve his arrow, which had pierced through the entire Yerin. He says a prayer for his brother, than carries it back to the village, along with the other two Yerins he has killed. He’s greeted again by the familiar faces and voices of his home village and is relieved to see everyone again, for they were all sorely missed them. Several children come running up to him. Raiden walks up from the forest, than is covered with kids wanting to play.)
Little boy: “Kaltxì ma tsmukan. Oel ngati kameie.”
Pxeyne: “Kaltxì ma ‘ite. I’m glad to see you all again.”
Little boy: “What did you do over at our aytsmukan sì tsmukes’ tribe?”
Pxeyne: “Come closer, I’ll tell you a secret.”
(The little boy, along with several other kids who wanted to know the secret, came in real close.)
Pxeyne: “While I was over there, I killed a large monster.”
Little kids: “Wow, really?”
Pxeyne: “Yes. It was taller than I was, and it had the strength of 20 warriors. After much fighting, I-“
(Raiden nudges him)
“WE defeated it.”
Little kids: “Oooooohh. Will you tell us the whole story tonight at dinner?”
Pxeyne: “Hmm. Maybe. But you all must be extra good today. Understand?”
Little kids: “TSLOLAM. We will.”
Pxeyne: “Haha, good. Now, go along and play.”
Little kids: “Yes, Pxeyne.”
(The kids run off, leaving Pxeyne and Raiden to choke on all the amount of dust left in their wake. Pxeyne and Raiden take the Yerins to the meat cleaners and cutters in the village. After dropping them off, Pxeyne sends Raiden off to play or lounge or whatever she wants to do. She bounds off towards the river where the fishers are, probably hoping to be treated with a delectable snack if she waits patiently. Pxeyne, meanwhile, heads out to find his mother and father to see how they are.)
(Meanwhile, at an unknown feral village on the other side of the forest region)
(Fires rise into the night sky. A village is on fire in several areas. A group of about 10 Na’vi are killed by a barrage of gunfire. Others trying to escape are picked off. Two AMP suits and a small squad surround a single female Na’vi warrior. Her eyes are wide, filled with anger and anticipation. Her muscles tense up from the rush of adrenaline).
Kìleyr: “Come you tawtutes, and I will show you the face of death!”
(She yells in Na’vi at the humans, waiting for the inevitable. While defending her village the best she could, she lost her knife and she’s run out of arrows. The string on her bow was cut so thinking quickly, she grabbed a nearby rock and wrapped the string around the rock, making a type a ball & chain weapon. She jumps near some soldiers and takes out the first two by swinging the rock into their faces. She catches another one in the ribs and he rolls over in the fiddle position. She spots one tawtute giving orders to the rest; he’s most likely their leader. She rushes towards him, swinging the rock above her head. When he sees her, he throws down his weapon and charges her. This is a bit surprising to her, but none the less, she runs at her challenger. When she gets into range, she swings for his legs, but he jumps forward and lands a flying punch (aka superman punch) into her jaw. She easily shook off the bit of pain and readied her sling again. She spins, swinging low, middle, than high. He dodges all of them and lands a spinning back kick to her exposed ribs. The pain was minor, didn’t even make her wince. She swings a backhand and it connects hard. The force puts him on his back. As he trying to recover, Kìleyr swings downward the rock at him. He rolls to the left, picks up a nearby stick, and breaks it across her leg, behind her knee. The blow forces her knee to collapse and she falls on it. He jumps onto her back and wraps his arms around her neck. He applies enough pressure that her head feels like its swelling. She fights ferociously to get this tawtute off of her. After about a minute, her vision starts to go blurry, and the human’s choke hold still hasn’t let up. Thinking quickly, she does a front flip and lands on her back (actually, she lands on the tawtute). His grip loosens enough for her to grab his arm and uncoil it from around her throat. She bends over forward, pulling against the arm, and throws the tawtute through a small wooden hut. The impact forces the hut to collapse. As she grabs her weapon and is about to focus on the other humans, she feels a sharp object hit her neck. She pulls it out and holds it to her face. It’s not a bullet, but some kind of dart. Suddenly her vision fades. Than her limbs go numb and she falls to the ground. The human that was thrown into the hut emerges from the debris and walks to the now defenseless woman).
Mirko: “Yeah, I believe she’s a keeper. Get on the phone with HQ, tell’em we’ve got the package and we need a pick-up.”
L. Cpl Daniel: “Yes, sir.”
(Daniels steps away to call in the order over the radio).
“Sarge, the chopper will be here in two minutes.”
Mirko: “Good. Let’s get her ready for transport. We need to get her to base as fast as possible. That tranquilizer only had enough to keep her sedated for 2hrs tops.”
Cpl Masterson: “What about the survivors, sir? We’ve got atleast a dozen of them; mostly women and children.”
Mirko: “Let them go. There’s no honor in killing unarmed people; especially women and children.”
Masterson: “Sir, they’re not people. They’re blue giants.”
Mirko: “That’s an order, Corporal. You’ve never doubted my command before, and I’ve given no reason for you to start now. Understand?”
Masterson: “Yes, sir. Sorry. Won’t happen again.”
(Choppers can be heard nearby, making their way to the camp. Two choppers land in the village center while the other two attach the cables to the AMP suits. They secure the Na’vi inside the Samson and they lift off. Once airborne, Sgt. Mirko gets on the radio.)
Mirko: “HQ, this is Bushmaster 081. We have secured the package onto the chopper and are enroute to Hell’s Gate. Over.”
Operator: “Roger that Bushmaster 081. Good job out there. We have a different drop-off location for your team though. You will proceed to designated coordinates Alpha-Zulu -029-126. Head there at your current speed and your ETA should be 15 minutes. Over.”
Mirko: “HQ, there isn’t anything there on our map. Are you sure?”
Operator: “It’s there, Sargeant. You are to head to those coordinates. This is coming straight from the top. Over.”
Mirko: “Copy that HQ. Redirecting to coordinates Alpha –Zulu-029-126. Over.”
(He flips off the radio and grabs his seat, which happens to be right by the drugged Na’vi woman. He looks at her sleeping form, now taking a closer look at her. She really was quite beautiful, even if she’s an alien. Well, technically, they’re the aliens, the Na’vi aren’t. He tries to bend over to look at her better but grimaces at the sudden pain in his ribs. He must’ve bruised a few when he got his *** thrown through that hut. She was beautiful and tough, like his wife. In fact, just by fighting her, he saw a lot of his wife in the Na’vi woman. He wonders what the RDA’s got planned for her. Why is she so important? How can us kidnapping her turn the tide of this war, this seemingly unjustified war for survival. Oh well, it’s another job done. One that was thought impossible, yet they did it. Like so many times before. Mirko hums a tune to himself as the choppers disappear into the night.)
End Part VIII
p.s. Please post any comments that you have. I'd love to hear some.

[tm20]

i actually could picture that whole fight scene in my head, it makes it so much easier for readers to do so when you describe in detail what's going on. good chapter :nlol:

[Druless]

Yeah, I guess I've just been lazy. :P Gonna start using alot more imagery from now on. :D

[tm20]

actually you've been doing good describing what's going on. keep it up

[Druless]

I'm still waiting on your update. ;)

[Druless]

Alright, before I start, I just wanna explain that, in order to make what's left of this story last longer for everyone's enjoyment, I'm gonna make my chapters way shorter, since it takes me like 10 minutes to read one :P

Rise of Pxeyne (Part IX)
(Pxeyne wakes up finally. He’d slept pretty good the night before; the rest was much needed. He goes to a nearby glade and throws a handful of water on his face. The cold water feels very refreshing against his face. Now that he’s completely awake, he heads towards the tree that Tarshantu normally inhabits. As he’s passing through the village, the village early birds are starting their daily routines of preparing breakfast and gathering water. Pxeyne reaches Tarshantu’s tree and begins climbing up it.)
(Distinct ikran hiss)
Pxeyne: “Tarshantu, it’s me, ma tsmukan.”
(The ikran wraps its wings around Pxeyne and hugs him. This is a sign of affection he’s learned from watching humans.)
Pxeyne: “Haha, good to see you to, boy. How are you?”
(The ikran responds by nipping at Pxeyne’s hair; just another thing Tarshantu does. He’s wanting to know what his master has been up to. They make the tsahaylu and instantly everything thing that has happened since Pxeyne’s departure is downloaded into Tarshantu’s cortex. During the browsing, Tarshantu becomes eager to know more about Neytiri.)
“She’s just a dear friend, ma tsmukan.”
(Pxeyne also sees what Tarshantu has been up to. Nothing much but just regular ikran stuff; he’ll try and pass the time by sleeping, hunting, or being nosy around the villagers. Then Pxeyne sees something interesting. Tarshantu has his eye on a pretty girl ikran, but he’s “nervous?” about being near her.)
“Tarshantu, you’re in love!”
(He responds by snapping at Pxeyne.)
“Haha, ooooh….what is she like? Does she know you love her?”
(Pxeyne continues to tease his ikran a little bit more, than he starts petting and scratching Tarshantu in various places looking for his ikran’s good spot. He found it, and Tarshantu lets him know it. He starts making clicking noises and closes his eyes, than his limbs go limp. Pxeyne could tell from the tsahaylu still being made that Tarshantu was “in another world.” Pxeyne stops before his ikran passes out and falls off the tree. Tarshantu snaps out of his “other worldly experience” and lowers himself so Pxeyne could get on.)
“Ready to go hunting a little bit more, ma tsmukan?”
(The ikran happily chirps in response.)
“Alright, but we’re going to do things a little different. I need to start using my bow more often, since I never know when we’re going to need it.”
(Tarshantu nods understandingly and the duo takes off from the tree’s canopy. Pxeyne feels extremely relaxed from the feel of the wind moving around him and under him again. They do some barrel rolls and other types of maneuvering to warm up Tarshantu’s muscles before they begin their hunt.)
(After we’ve had enough, we drop to just above the canopy to scan the upcoming glade. When we get there, we spot atleast a dozen talioang bathing in the water. There are about 3 adults, 2 female & 1 male, a couple of adolescents, and the rest are calves. We make a single pass without spooking them than we dive beneath the canopy. We turn around and fly silently and swiftly towards the glade once more, keeping right below the canopy. We fly head-on at an adolescent talioang still without him noticing us. I draw back an arrow, readying it when I got close enough. The beast turns his body slightly, giving me a clear sight on his lung. Me and Tarshantu bursts from the forest and into the open. I let the arrow fly, and it rips through the Pandoran air towards its target, but the beast looks towards us and roars, and it accidentally catches an arrow moving at extremely high velocity. The arrow goes down the beast’s mouth and hits the back of its throat. It struggles to breath for a few seconds but then finally falls dead. The rest of the herd quickly scrambles away, not wanting to be the next victim. We hover above our kill, half surprised by what happened.)
Pxeyne: “Well, it wasn’t what I was going for but can you argue with the results, ma tsmukan?”
(Tarshantu yells out in agreement.)
End Rise of Pxeyne (Part IX)

[bauer5152]

Thank you so much for your post.

[Druless]

Hey everyone, sorry I haven't updated in like 4 months. Been doing lots of stuff that justs keep getting in the way of this. I'll try to get this story going again. It's strange, for some reason, I was trying to put this up on fanfic.net but I decided to rewrite the plot; now I don't know how to get started again. Btw, @bauer5152, could you enlighten me of what post?