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[blazingpotatoes]

Beneath the Dying Sky

Characters - Quaritch (human) x OC (human) - Quaritch (Na’vi) x OC - OC x Na’vi & Human Characters

Summary - On the moon Pandora, xenobotanist Dr. Daphne Andersen joins the Avatar Program to help save the Na’vi and their fragile ecosystem from the RDA’s exploitation, while trying to unlock the secrets of Pandora’s unique plant life. Crossing paths with Colonel Miles Quaritch, ruthless leader of the enemy forces, an unexpected connection grows between them, as Quaritch begins to question his mission—and both must decide what they’re willing to risk for the planet and for each other.

Word Count - TBD

Warnings - NSFW (Explicit smut), Enemies to lovers, dubcon, dirty talk, age gap, MDNI…etc.

A/N - I’m not super well versed in Avatar Lore so there might be some things misnamed, some things made up, but I try to look up most things. Trying to make this a slow burn but I love writing their interactions so forgive me. Posting in the hopes it will keep me motivated to write and get better at writing.

Chapter One

Gathering her things from the overhead storage, she stood to depart the ship, just arriving on Pandora. When she accepted the position with Augustine, she glazed over the fact it would take the span of nearly 6 years to reach the faraway moon, 12 years total she would be spending in travel time alone with no real timeline on how long she would even be staying on planet, it could be years.

Slipping the exopack on her face she secured it with a click, flooding her lungs with rich oxygen not naturally accessible in the planet’s environment. Her arrival would shake things up with the RDA’s head honchos. The same ones who thought they were getting another ‘good ol boy’ researcher, a would be a yes man puppeting anything the administrators wanted them to say in order to steamroll the local flora and fauna. Grace had warned her ahead of time exactly who and what she would be dealing with. On the surface she would be just another researcher, studying and cataloging Pandora’s natural resources and plant life. Unobtanium may have been the prize for the RDA but if she and Grace could tap into the hidden secrets of Pandora’s biology, it may just be the key to save Earth’s diminishing resources.

The same thing that was killing Earth, humans innate capacity for greed, would soon take over Pandora. Stripping it of everything remotely useful, for the right price. The exact thing she was here to prevent, if she played her cards right. The RDA had quashed any attempts at synthesizing unobtainium on Earth, seeing the massive profit margins more lucrative offworld. So those few scientists pioneering the research conveniently “disappeared” off the face of the earth with their work. Grace’s research could potentially make seeking unobtainium a fruitless endeavor, but it’s development a direct challenge to RDA guidelines, means having to conduct their work in secret.

Stepping outside the ship, she made her way past the many machines and soldiers meandering about before managing to make it into the intake hall of Hell’s Gate, narrowly avoiding the massive military equipment being unloaded. Grace would likely be pacing around waiting for her, cigarette dangling from her lips, giving quick glances to her watch questioning where the hell she was. The place was confusing as hell, with no clearly written directions or signs that would tell anyone where they were or where to go, unless you were a soldier, and then you had a grizzled old bastard in your face telling you where to go and what to do. Up ahead a rowdy bunch of soldiers headed directly at her, taking up the entire walkway, leading to her ducking into the next door that appeared to escape and directly into a briefing for the new soldiers just arriving same as she was. Disengaging the now useless exopack, she paused for a moment. It wouldn’t hurt Grace to wait a little longer. If she was lucky, one of the handsome new recruits could lead the way to the communications center.

“You are on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact every second of every day. As head of security, it’s my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed…not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need a strong mental attitude, you need to follow procedure.”

With three deep claw marks etched into his head it was clear who he was. Quaritch was the first big bad Grace briefed her about. Ranger Rick she had un-affectionately dubbed him. A tough as nails kind of son of a bitch that was the head of security here, he didn’t call the shots per se, but he could be and likely would be one roadblock they would be consistently going up against. He also adamantly campaigned against Grace bringing anymore crew to Hell’s Gate. She’d done her research on the man throughly, studying every image and snippet of information she had back on Earth, taking care to linger over those bulging biceps, his ripped physique barely fitting underneath the taunt tanks he wore, and now by sheer luck he was right there in the flesh.

‘Last thing we need is more of you limp dick scientists crying over plants and taking up space’

Watching him move, the way he spoke, he was captivating and it was easy to see why he was considered a natural born leader. The people present hung on his every word, exactly what the RDA needed to have their expendables willing to fight while they reaped the reward. As if we weren’t the aliens here. Entirely lost in her own head she didn’t realize he’d reached the last few points of the presentation as in the next breath the Colonel had dismissed the recruits, the young men and women filing past her, a few giving her the once over as they did. Grabbing her bag at the her side she moved to catch up to pick out an escort when a hand gripped her arm.

Turning had her face to face with the devil himself with another younger marine flanking his side. She had to admit Colonel Miles Quaritch was even more handsome in person, blue eyes you could get lost in, a devilish smile and the scars definitely added to the allure and for a moment she found herself just gazing, pictures didn’t do him justice.

“You lost Mrs….”

“Ms. Daphne Andersen, and you must be Colonel Quaritch”

“I guess my reputation precedes me”

“If your reputation is being a ball busting prick, then yes” She said holding out a hand. “I’m one of the new limp dick scientists here to cry over plants and take up space”

The Colonel was momentarily taken aback at her brazen behavior and deadpan delivery, a slight smile pricking the corner of his mouth as he reached out to firmly shake her hand. Not many people had the balls to speak to him that way and stay standing.

“Well well Corporal Wainfleet, we got us a dirty mouthed little girl on board, not very ladylike of you Ms. Andersen” pulling her close by her hand still in his, coming within a hairs breath of her face, that playful scowl turned a little more serious, his voice now above a whisper taking care not to draw too much attention.

“You best watch your tone when speaking to me little lady. Your daddy may have not spanked that pretty little ass, but I just might have to put you over my knee in front of all these men, pull down those panties and give you a few good smacks to correct that attitude. I’m sure Corporal Wainfleet here would love to see that”

“Oh yes sir” Wainfleet agreed, eyeing her up and down. Finally dropping her hand, he stepped back.

Daphne only lightly laughed under her breath at the now slightly agitated man, as she adjusted her glasses. Most hardasses she encountered generally waited a little longer to make a power play and were never ready when she decided to make the first move. Quaritch was definitely proving himself every bit the dick head Grace claimed him to be. But that little bit about the spanking, well that had her admittedly a little weak in the knees.

“You know…I think you and me will be fast friends Colonel” grabbing her bag, she slung it over her shoulder, tucking the exopack under her arm before stepping forward to bridge the gap, whispering back in a hushed tone but loud enough for the Corporal to hear. “..and I may just have to imagine that little spanking scenario later on tonight when I’m in bed alone”

Following it up with a quick wink, she turned and headed back towards the corridor, not even staying to glimpse his reaction, choosing to have the last word in that small first battle, just one of what she was sure would be many. Quartich was used to being top dog, swinging his dick around, thinking big muscles and a vicious tongue were all that was needed. She would gladly show him otherwise, with a smile on her face, and if he was already so bold as to threaten to spank her at their first meeting, well she wondered exactly what else their little wordplay would reveal.

Quartitch could barely contain his ire at the retreating figure. It had been a hot minute since he’d been dressed down, much less by a pipsqueak of a woman. He scolded her to keep up appearances, knowing his Corporal liked to gossip among his men, but deep inside he found…. he kinda liked it. There weren’t many women here that caught his fancy, most were too scared of him to even meet his eye, another thing that he noted about her. She had kept eye contact with him the entire time, never wavering. Even having the nerve to laugh at his “threat”. Little did she know he was more than serious about punishing her roughly, the thought making him slightly hard. He’d spotted the ID card hanging from the lanyard around her neck, he might just have to pop in for a little surprise reunion sometime later, see if she followed through with that little quip about him spanking her.

Maybe having the witty little minx around wouldn’t be so bad he thought to himself, if she was so brazenly open then maybe it wouldn’t be too much to picture the hellcat willingly in his bed. He’d caught the way she took a little longer look than normal when he first spoke to her. They were all the same, a few sweet words and it wouldn’t be long before their clothes were on the floor.

“Lyle, I think we just found a new toy”

[blazingpotatoes]

I need someone to tel me that I’m not the only person that had 50 million ideas in their head but cannot ever just focus on the one. Like you can put weeks into thinking up plot/characters and even get a few chapters and it’s like the next day something else will have caught your eye and then all interest in what you were doing is completely gone.

And it’s like this for everything you do. It sucks to be excited for something knowing how it’s not really going to ever get far as you think because as soon as another show/movie comes on BAM! there goes your focus and interest.

Is there anything anyone out there has done or any tips on how to close your focus on one thing for a more prolonged period of time?

[blazingpotatoes]

I’m 33 years old and I tried boba tea for the first time today.

I was an experience. The only negative thing I can say is what took me so long.