Until I see you again, it's war we're facing



.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

Neteyam, flying alongside his mother Arya, couldn't shake the sense of urgency that gripped him. Urging his ikran forward, he turned to Arya with a determined look in his eyes. "Mom... I know a quick way!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. Without waiting for a response, Neteyam urged his ikran onward, his father Neytan following closely behind. Arya, her heart heavy with worry, swiftly joined them as they soared through the air, the wind whipping past them as they raced towards the unknown danger.

As they flew, Arya couldn't suppress the knot of fear that twisted in her stomach. She sent up a silent prayer to Eywa, the sacred spirit of Pandora, her thoughts a desperate plea for the safety of her children. "Please, Eywa, let them be okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rush of wind and the beat of ikran wings.

Despite her prayer, Arya couldn't shake the feeling of impending dread that clung to her like a shadow, a silent reminder of the dangers that lurked in the unknown. With each passing moment, her anxiety mounted, fueling her resolve to reach her children and ensure their safety at any cost.

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"You're going to be in so much trouble," Kiri chided, her voice filled with a mixture of worry and admonishment as they hurried through the dense forest. Lo'ak shot his sister a frustrated look, his brow furrowed with determination. "Kiri, stop," he snapped, his tone tinged with urgency as he focused on the task at hand. Before any more words could be exchanged, Spider interjected, his voice cutting through the tension. "Guys, come on," he urged, his own sense of urgency evident as he motioned for them to keep moving.

Tuk, always one to act swiftly, ran ahead, her voice echoing back to them. "It's almost eclipse, come on," she called out, her urgency palpable.

But her words were cut short as a figure suddenly emerged from the shadows, reaching out to grab her. Tuk's scream pierced the air, sending a chill down their spines as Spider and Lo'ak instinctively drew their arrows, ready to defend her and Kiri.

Their hearts pounded with fear as the realization sank in-the Quaritch team had found them. In an instant, the forest seemed to come alive with the sound of weapons being readied, the menacing click of guns echoing through the trees as the entire team emerged from their hiding spots, surrounding them with menacing intent.

"Put it down!"

"Down!"

"Put it down or I'll shoot you!"

Quaritch's keen ears caught the sudden commotion ahead, a faint echo amidst the dense foliage. Without hesitation, he issued a curt command to his companions. "With me," he ordered, his voice a low growl as he, Lye, and Zdinarsik swiftly moved forward, their weapons at the ready. As they approached the scene, a soldier barked orders at the two boys, demanding they drop their weapons. Lo'ak, his jaw set with determination, turned to face Spider, his voice firm yet urgent. "Put it down. Put it down," he urged, his gaze pleading with his friend to comply.

Kiri's voice rang out, a mixture of fear and concern. "Spider," she exclaimed, her tone filled with desperation.

Reluctantly, Spider lowered his weapon, his eyes flickering with frustration and resignation as the soldier ordered his comrades to apprehend them. "Get 'em!" the soldier commanded, his voice brimming with authority as they rushed forward, seizing the siblings by their braids and forcing them to the ground. Kiri winced as a soldier roughly kicked the back of her knee, forcing her to kneel, while Tuk, terrified and sobbing, called out for her older sister.

"Kiri!" she cried, her voice trembling with fear.

Kiri, maintaining a facade of calmness, spoke gently, trying to reassure her younger sibling. "Be calm," she murmured, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging around them. Quaritch appeared, his presence commanding attention as he surveyed the scene with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. His gaze lingered on Kiri for a moment before he turned his attention to Lye, who held up Kiri's hand, revealing her non-human heritage. "Hey, Colonel... check it out. Four fingers. We got a half-breed," Lye remarked, a smirk playing on his lips. Spider muttered a curse under his breath, his frustration palpable as Quaritch approached Kiri, studying her face intently.

"What have we here?" Quaritch mused aloud, his gaze drifting to Spider momentarily before returning to Kiri. Turning his attention to Lo'ak, Quaritch issued a demand, his voice tinged with amusement. "Show me your fingers," he ordered.

Lo'ak defiantly lifting both hands, revealing only his middle fingers to Quaritch. The Colonel chuckled at the gesture, his amusement evident. "You're hers, aren't you?" Quaritch remarked, a smirk playing on his lips as Lo'ak glared at him with undisguised anger, hissing in defiance. Quaritch's smile widened. "You're hers, alright," he concluded, a hint of satisfaction colouring his tone as he regarded the defiant young Na'vi with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. Before he tightly gripped his braid, making Lo'ak wince in pain, Quaritch hoisted him to his feet, his grip unyielding. "Where is she?" Quaritch demanded, his voice laced with impatience and authority. Lo'ak, his defiance unwavering even in the face of pain, responded with a retort. "Sorry, I don't speak English... to buttholes," he snapped, his tone defiant as he met Quaritch's glare with a challenging stare.

Quaritch's expression darkened with irritation, his patience wearing thin. Switching to the Na'vi language, he repeated his question, his grip on Lo'ak's braid tightening with each passing moment. "Where is your mother?" he demanded, his voice edged with menace. Lo'ak gritted his teeth against the pain, his defiance undiminished as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Really? You wanna play it this way?" Quaritch growled, his frustration mounting as he reached for his knife. The sight of the blade sent a wave of panic through Lo'ak's sisters and his friend, their voices rising in a chorus of fear and desperation. But before Quaritch could enact his threat, he tossed Lo'ak back, the young Na'vi caught by another soldier as he stumbled backward.

Meanwhile, Quaritch turned his attention to Kiri, his approach causing Lo'ak to scream out in protest. "Kiri! No! Stop!" he cried out, his voice filled with anguish as he struggled against the soldier restraining him. Spider, his own fear palpable, shouted out as well, his voice trembling with desperation. "Hey! Hey, don't touch her! Don't hurt her, please," he pleaded, his words a desperate plea for mercy.

Quaritch, his gaze cold and calculating, turned his attention to Spider, his interest piqued by the young man's defiance. "What's your name, kid?" he asked, his tone deceptively calm.

Spider, swallowing hard against his fear, replied with a shaky voice. "Spider. Socorro."

Quaritch's gaze lingered on Spider, a flicker of recognition crossing his features as a realization dawned on him. With a silent signal, he instructed the soldier to release Spider from his grasp, a rare display of leniency amidst the tense situation. Crouching down to Spider's level, Quaritch's voice was tinged with a hint of disbelief. "Miles?" he queried, his tone almost incredulous. Spider met his gaze with steely resolve, his expression betraying no emotion as he responded curtly, "Nobody calls me that."

Quaritch's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a rare moment of vulnerability flashing across his hardened features. "Well, I'll be damned... Well, I figured they sent you back to Earth," he remarked, his tone tinged with a hint of admiration. Spider's response was terse, his words clipped with a hint of bitterness. "They can't put babies in cryo, dipshit," he retorted, his gaze unwavering despite the tension crackling in the air.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Quaritch rose to his feet, his resolve returning as he addressed his team. "What are we doing, boss?" a soldier queried, uncertainty coloring his tone.

Quaritch's response was swift as he keyed his communicator, his voice firm and commanding. "Iron Sky, Blue One, Actual," he spoke into the device, awaiting a response. Frances Ardmore's voice crackled through the communicator. "Blue One, Iron Sky, send your traffic," she replied promptly, her tone professional and composed.

"We are standing by for extract, over. Be advised, we are bringing in high-value prisoners," Quaritch relayed, his words punctuated by a sense of urgency.

Meanwhile, Kiri struggled against her captors, her voice filled with defiance. "Let us go!" she demanded, her eyes flashing with determination as the team ushered her and her siblings, along with Spider, back to the shack.

As they arrived at the shack, the siblings were unceremoniously deposited on the ground, their fate uncertain as they awaited their captors' next move.

"Sit!"

"Come on, in the dirt!"

"Lyel, get me some audio on this," Quaritch commanded, his voice sharp with authority as he held up a monitor, studying the footage before him intently. As they watched, the monitor displayed Neytan, trapped beneath the weight of a thanator, hissing in warning. Quaritch's expression darkened as he recognized the Na'vi warrior. "That's Miller's man," he remarked, his tone tinged with disdain.

Lyel, his expression grim, nodded in agreement. "He's an animal," he muttered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and revulsion. Spider, sitting nearby, glanced over his shoulder at the monitor, his expression troubled as he watched the scenes unfold before him. "Give it up, Quaritch," Arya's voice echoed through the video, her image appearing on the screen.

"Miller," Quaritch muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he watched the events unfold.

"Son of a bitch," Lyel cursed softly, his fists clenched in frustration as he witnessed the intensity of the battle. Arya's voice, calm yet resolute, spoke from the video. "It's all over," she declared, her words tinged with finality. But Quaritch's voice, filled with defiance, cut through the air. "Nothing's over while I'm breathing," he proclaimed, his tone unwavering in its determination.

Arya's response was tinged with a hint of admiration. "I kinda hoped you'd say that," she admitted, her voice holding determination.

With bated breath, they watched as the video played out, capturing the intensity and ferocity of the battle between two formidable adversaries, their actions etched in the annals of Pandora's history.

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As darkness draped its veil over the vibrant landscape of Pandora, Arya, Neytan, and Neteyam descended from the skies atop their noble ikran mounts, landing gracefully on a sturdy branch of a towering tree. They dismounted, the rustle of leaves accompanying their descent, and swiftly retrieved their weapons, their movements practiced and purposeful. Arya turned to her son, her expression firm yet filled with maternal concern. "No, no, you stay with the ikran," she instructed, her voice carrying the weight of authority.

Neteyam, his gaze unwavering, met his mother's eyes with determination. "But, Mom... I'm a warrior like you and Dad. I'm supposed to fight," he protested, his voice tinged with frustration and longing for the battlefield.

Neytan interjected gently, his tone soothing yet firm. "Neteyam," he called out, his voice carrying a sense of wisdom and experience. Arya placed a reassuring hand on her son's shoulder, her touch gentle yet filled with maternal resolve. "And a great warrior you are, but I am not going to say again," she affirmed, her voice steady and unwavering.

Neteyam nodded, his gaze dropping briefly before he lifted his head once more, his resolve renewed. "Yes, mother," he conceded, his voice tinged with a mixture of respect and annoyed.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Arya and Neytan turned to continue their journey into the darkened forest, their steps purposeful and resolute. As they departed, Neteyam watched them go, the flickering torchlight casting shadows across his determined face.

After a tense pause, the soldiers forced the children to their feet, rain beginning to fall as they stood before the shack, their eyes fixed on their captors. Quaritch broke the silence, his voice cutting through the sound of raindrops hitting the ground. "Heads up, three minutes," he commanded, his tone authoritative as he directed one of the soldiers to keep watch.

With a nod, the soldier turned, still holding Kiri and Spider in a firm grip. Meanwhile, the children strained their ears, catching the distant sounds of their parents' voices. In silent agreement, they exchanged nods, their determination palpable.

Neytan slipped behind a nearby tree, his bow at the ready, while Arya stealthily approached a soldier, her axe poised for a swift strike. With precision, she delivered a deadly blow, taking down her target in a single motion. Neytan followed suit, his arrow finding its mark with deadly accuracy, freeing Kiri and Spider from their captor's grasp and bullets started flying in his direction.

As chaos erupted, Neytan screamed out a warning to his son, Lo'ak, who acted swiftly, releasing a gas grenade that obscured their enemies' vision. With a fierce determination, Lo'ak and Tuk bit the arms of their captors, freeing themselves and their siblings as they made a break for safety.

But just as Kiri was caught by her braid, Neytan's arrow found its mark once more, releasing her from the soldier's grasp. With their family reunited, they ran together, Arya launching another attack, swiftly dispatching another soldier with deadly precision.

Quaritch, his gaze fixed on the feathered arrow, recognized the signature of an old adversary. "Is that you, Mr. Miller? I recognize your calling card," he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Neytan's expression hardened as Quaritch continued, taunting him with veiled threats. "Why don't you come on out, Mr. Miller? You and I have got some unfinished business," Quaritch goaded, his words dripping with malice.

Neytan's attention turned to his daughter and Spider, ensuring their safety before he responded with a fierce determination. "Demon! I will kill you as many times as I have to!" he declared, his voice ringing out with defiance.

Unbeknownst to him, a soldier had crept up behind him, aiming his weapon with deadly intent. But before he could take his shot, he was silenced by a swift arrow, felled by Neteyam's expert marksmanship, ensuring his family's continued safety amidst the chaos of battle.

The sudden cry of "Na'vi!" rang out, drawing the attention of the soldiers. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Neteyam readied his bow, prepared to defend his family. But before he could release his arrow, Arya, swift as the wind, tackled her son out of harm's way, as they were shielded by a tree from the onslaught of bullets.

"Are you okay?" Arya's voice was urgent as they took cover behind a nearby tree.

Neteyam nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah," he replied, his voice steadying. Arya wasted no time in devising a plan. "Okay. With me. Ready? Ready?" she asked, her voice commanding. "Yes, Mom!" Neteyam replied, determination shining in his eyes. With a nod of assurance, Arya fired her gun at the soldiers, providing cover as she yelled, "Move!" Taking the lead, she sprinted forward, Neteyam hot on her heels as bullets whizzed past them.

Meanwhile, Neytan charged forward, dodging explosives hurled by Quaritch's men. Despite the danger with the explosives that were fired at him, he pressed on, his determination unwavering. As Neytan ran, he stumbled upon Kiri, who was screaming for Spider. Without hesitation, he grabbed her arm, urging her to follow. "Kiri! Come! Come on," he urged, his voice urgent. Kiri's eyes widened in fear as she saw Quaritch and his team approaching, dragging Spider behind them. "Spider! He's down there," she cried out, her voice filled with panic. Quaritch swiftly hoisted Spider over his shoulder and began to retreat. "Fall back!" Quaritch shouted, his voice ringing out as Neytan pulled Kiri, "Come! Come, " He said as they ran.

As Arya and Neteyam appeared, they rushed to Lo'ak and Tuk's side. Arya's hands were gentle as she checked for injuries, her worry evident in her eyes. "Hey. Hey, it's okay. Are you hurt? Are you hurt?" she asked, her voice soothing.

Lo'ak shook his head. "No, I'm okay," he reassured her.

Turning her attention to Tuk, Arya enveloped her in a tight embrace, offering comfort and solace. "Tuk, are you hurt?" she asked, her voice filled with maternal concern. "M-mommy!" Tuk whimpered, seeking refuge in her mother's arms. Arya tenderly cut the binds from Lo'ak and Tuk, their freedom finally secured. Neytan approached them, Kiri by his side, and embraced his children, a flood of relief washing over him.

"Dad!" Tuk cried out, throwing her arms around him.

Arya held her sons close, pressing kisses to their foreheads. "We're okay," she murmured, her voice filled with gratitude and love. Neytan held his daughters tightly, his heart overflowing with gratitude. "Oh, thank you, Great Mother. Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence and awe.

"Where's Spider?" Lo'ak's voice trembled with worry as he searched the faces around him, his heart pounding with fear.

Kiri's tear-filled eyes met her brother's gaze, and then she turned to Arya, her voice choked with emotion. "They took him. They took him," she whispered, her anguish palpable. Arya's heart constricted with empathy as she knelt beside Kiri, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. "It's okay. It's alright, baby girl," she murmured soothingly, her voice a gentle reassurance. "He's a tough kid." Kiri sobbed into Arya's shoulder, the weight of uncertainty heavy upon her young shoulders. Nearby, Neteyam held onto his father, seeking solace in their familial bond, while Tuk clung to them both, her own tears mingling with the rain.

"We're all gonna be okay," Arya declared, her voice firm and resolute despite the uncertainty that loomed ahead. With her comforting words, she sought to instill hope and strength in her children, offering them the support they needed in their darkest hour.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

By: SilverMist707

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