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jeepersbxch · 3 months

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The Way, 𝐭𝐰𝐨

pairing. Original Female Character (Navi)/Recom Colonel Miles Quaritch

summary. The sky people have taken Ayteya and Spider has hostages. But the more she learns of one imposter named Miles Quaritch, the more she is determined to escape, but a deal must be made in order to assure that Spider stays by her side

warnings. mentions of past violence in last chapter, kidnapping, Ayteya and Spider being held hostage. oh, this chapter is like three thousand words shorter than the last. my bad. hopefully the next one will be longer.

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Sa'nok.

A word that had been one of the Colonel's earliest lessons in the Na'vi language. Its simplicity and ease of pronunciation was probably what made it the perfect starting point for his language training. Yet, as he heard the word escape the lips of the young boy, who was believed to be his son, it took on a whole new meaning.

'He's not your son.' A voice in his head repeated once more.

Spider was not his son. Miles Quaritch, a human born on Earth, was his true father, and that human man had long departed from the realm of the living years ago. The only things carried on from human Miles were his name, title, and memories, which now resided in a new body, a new vessel that held a soul of its own. At least, that's the way looked in the Colonel's eyes.

A heavy sigh escaped Quaritch's lips as he peered through the two-way mirror, his gaze fixed on Spider's relentless struggle to break free from the confines of the sterile, all-white room.

From the moment he woke up, the boy had been engaged in a fierce struggle, going so far as to viscously attack the doctor who was simply there to ensure his well-being.

As Quaritch witnessed the boy's attempt to sink his teeth into the arm of the doctor who was only trying to do his job, he couldn't help but think, 'Kid's a damn savage.' However, a subtle pang of remorse tinged his chest immediately after those words escaped his mind.

He attempted to reassure himself that the boy's behavior was a result of his upbringing, not his inherent nature. Now the Colonel couldn't help but recall the Na'vi woman he had captured as well, who remained unconscious due to the gunshot wound she had sustained.

Sa'nok

Mother.

Quaritch couldn't shake off the weight of those words as they continued to replay in his mind. His thoughts drifted back to the previous night, when he stumbled upon the woman, her body weakened and her movements filled with desperation as she struggled to walk.

'Well, ain't you a tough cookie?' He had said to the woman, only to be met with her fierce hiss in response. The memory of her fiery spirit, despite her predicament, caused a snarky smile to curl his lips, as he couldn't help but appreciate her tenacity.

The woman, whom Spider affectionately referred to as his sa'nok, undeniably held a significant influence over his wild behavior.

The Colonel's reverie, consumed by thoughts of the Na'vi woman, is abruptly shattered by a resounding crash against the two-way mirror.

"Let me out of here!" Spider's voice reverberated through the room, his growls intensifying as he relentlessly pounded the unyielding glass with his hands.

As Quaritch and a random foot soldier observed, Spider's actions grew increasingly erratic. He seized a chair and forcefully smashed it against the unbreakable glass repeatedly, hissing and growling while uttering incomprehensible Na'vi sentences that both struggled to understand.

The foot soldier, casting a wary glance at the Colonel, delivers a straightforward message: "He's completely feral." The soldier's eyes briefly met the Colonel's, conveying the unsettling truth, "Thinks he's one of them."

Letting out an indistinct grunt, the Colonel tore his gaze away from the boy, fixing his hardened eyes on the soldier.

"How's Wildcat doing?" he inquired, referring to the Na'vi women being held in a separate room.

The soldier let out a sigh, weariness etched across his face as he settled into his seat. "She's still unconscious, but I've heard she's healing well," he replied. However, a hint of concern laced his words as he muttered under his breath, "Lord help us when she wakes up, though."

Just as the soldier uttered those words, Spider abruptly hurled the chair at the glass, the impact reverberating through the room.

Quaritch let out a disapproving tsk, his voice barely audible as he muttered, "Lord help us indeed." His gaze remained fixed on Spider, observing the boy, who retreats to the corner of the room, curling up with his knees pressed tightly against his chest.

Ayteya had always been an early riser, effortlessly waking before the sun's rays painted the sky. However, an unusual heaviness weighed upon her, making the simple act of opening her eyes a challenging task. Unlike her usual punctuality, she found herself locked in a silent battle against the resistance that held her eyelids shut. With sheer determination, she summoned every ounce of strength to pry open her reluctant eyelids.

As her vision cleared, Ayteya found herself in an unfamiliar room. The walls were cold and sterile, devoid of any warmth or familiarity. Confusion washed over her as she tried to piece together what had happened. Memories of the attack, the capture, and the pain flooded her mind, causing a surge of anger and grief to rise within her.

Pushing through the haze of grogginess, Ayteya tried to force herself to sit up. However, a sharp pain seared through her side, causing her muscles to revolt against the exertion, eliciting a hiss of discomfort from her lips.

"Easy there, Wildcat." a voice taunted, its echoes reverberating within the confines of her mind.

'Wait. That voice,' she realized, a flicker of recognition crossing her face.

In a sudden motion, her head snapped towards the speaker, her eyes widening in a mix of surprise and panic. Standing to the side where she lay, a man observed her intently, his eyes fixated and his smile sending shivers down the spine. With his short hair and attire that deviated from the Na'vi, it was evident that he was nothing but an imposter. Her ears pinned back and her eyes squinted in anger at the audacity before her.

"You!" Ayteya hissed in English, her voice laced with venom. However, as she attempted to rise once more, a searing pain shot through her side, leaving her gasping for a breath of relief.

"You've got some serious guts, girl," the man said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Taking a bullet like a true champ, and then shrugging off a blow to the noggin' like it was nothing? I must say, I'm thoroughly impressed."

Ayteya's eyes narrowed, her body trembling with a mix of pain and fury. Although she didn't understand most of the words he was saying, they dripped with sarcasm all the same. His mocking tone fueled her determination to retaliate, and despite the agony coursing through her, she summoned the strength to speak.

"Save your admiration, demon!" she spat, her voice laced with defiance. "Your words mean nothing!"

The man's chuckle echoed through the room, his amusement evident. "Oh, sweetheart, I never expected them to," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of mischief. "But, perhaps these words will. We have your son."

Summoning every ounce of courage within her, Ayteya fought to prevent her eyes from widening any further, though the mere mention of her child caused her heart to thrash in fear.

A sly grin crept across the man's face, revealing a set of gleaming, predatory fangs. "I thought that might get ya," he taunted, "In fact, we were planning on arranging a little reunion between the two of you," he said, his tone laced with a twisted sense of amusement.

A flicker of hope danced in Ayteya's eyes, but she quickly quelled it, knowing all too well that this man's words were laced with deception. Nothing came without a price when dealing with the sky people and she would not let this demon make a fool of her.

Unbeknownst to Ayteya, the man's keen eyes observed her every move, his calculating gaze dissecting her emotions. He couldn't help but notice how she concealed the sparkle in her eyes upon hearing about Spider's visit. It became evident to her in an instant that reuniting with her son was not going to be as straightforward as she had hoped and that gave him the the green light to proceed with his plans.

"Hear me out," he started, taking a few steps towards her. However, before he could get close, Ayteya's throat emitted a low growl, followed by a fierce hiss.

Anticipating a potential hostile response, he merely raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but otherwise seemed unaffected by her attempts to scare him off. "Easy, Wildcat. Just wanna talk, then you can see your boy. Alright?"

Ayteya couldn't help but roll her eyes at the remark that had just been made, "You sky people never talk. You take, until you want more, then take again."

The Colonel was taken aback by the unexpected human-like eye roll of the Na'vi woman's eyes, but it was her words that truly caught him off guard.

"So, why talk now, demon?" she finally questioned.

The question hung in the air, forever shattering the silence between them. Her words echoed with only skepticism, challenging the Colonel to justify his sudden willingness to engage in conversation.

'You take, until you want more, then take again.' Ayteya's voice replayed in his thoughts, her words echoed in his mind, each syllable resonating with a bitter truth that he chose to ignore, for now.

Throat cleared, he resolved to skip the unnecessary banter and be direct, "I'll be honest with you, sweetheart-"

"Ayteya!" The Na'vi woman interrupted sharply, her voice laced with venom, "You will call me by my name!"

As she made her demand, a mischievous grin spread across his face, undeterred. "Ayteya. I want you to take a look at something."

Sensing Ayteya's piercing gaze, he retrieved a metal chain from his pocket, and with a steady hand, he extended it towards her, silently offering the object and awaiting her response.

As he observed her, he noticed how she examined the object with hesitancy, refraining from reaching out to claim it. Instead, she took a deliberate breath, causing her nose to scrunch up, and cast him an irritated glance.

With a tone of accusation, she confronted him, "What games do you play, demon?" Her irritation evident in her voice.

"No games sweet-Ayteya. Just wanna show you something, is all." He said as gently as he could, holding his arm out more, hoping she would take the chain from his hand.

Her suspicion lingered, but surprisingly his gentle tone managed to soften her annoyance slightly. She hesitated for a moment, eyeing his outstretched arm with caution. Slowly, she extended her hand, her fingers trembling slightly as they hovered just inches away from the object. With the swiftness of a lightning bolt, she seized the chain from his finger, and began inspecting the necklace.

The object, petite and delicate, held a dangling tag adorned with meticulously engraved words.

Miles R. Quaritch

9824687510

Marine Corps

His gaze remained fixed on her as her eyes traced the words etched into the metal, her finger delicately exploring the grooves. In a matter of moments, Ayteya's uncertain expression returned, her irritation resurfacing once more.

"Why show me this?" she demanded solemnly, her voice laced with her heavy accent. Her large green eyes bore into his and he couldn't help but release a small chuckle, his breath escaping in a soft huff.

"Colonel Miles Quaritch," he began as he pointed at the dog tag, "Deceased." he uttered deeply.

As her eyes swirled with confusion, he caught a glimpse of her underlying irritation, yet before she could snap at him again, he swiftly interjected once more.

"That name," he began, his voice carrying a weight of nostalgia that manage to slip through the cracks, "belonged to a human man, a long time ago. But now, his name and memories reside within me."

Ayteya's head jolted upwards at his words, her confusion deepening and causing her irritation to bubble to the surface.

"Do not say words in ways I cannot understand, demon. How can this man, this Miles, be inside you?" She interrogated him with unwavering resolve.

"To be quite honest with you, I'm not even entirely sure, but what I do know is that human Miles was a stubborn man and now," The Colonel's gaze intensified as he turned his attention towards Ayteya, "It's my job to finish what he started."

Ayteya's patience waned as the Colonel's words failed to provide any clarity. With a scoff of disbelief, she flung the dog tag forcefully at his chest.

"Enough riddles! Speak clearly so that I may see my son!" Her voice grew low and menacing, a growl escaping her lips. She yearned to stand tall, to confront the Colonel face-to-face, but the searing pain in her side held her captive once more.

"Do you know who Miles Quaritch also was?" The Colonel's unexpected inquiry caught Ayteya off guard, but know she wasn't going to ask what he meant, he went on to answer, "He was a father. To a boy."

A heavy silence hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken tension. Ayteya couldn't help but wonder about the ulterior motives behind the Colonel's revelation. Why was this demon divulging information about a supposedly deceased man? In truth, Miles Quaritch had merely transitioned into a new vessel, his essence still very much alive. The Colonel's resistance to accepting his true identity as Miles Quaritch perplexed Ayteya, but what got to her even more was the last bit of information he gave.

She pondered deeply, her mind racing with thoughts and possibilities. Suddenly, an image of Spider flashed in her mind, reminding her that he did not come from her womb, but from tawtute parents. So, if Quaritch is insinuating that his human body was a father, then that could possibly mean he's trying to say that...

"No..." Her voice trembled with disbelief as she gazed at Quaritch, a wave of horror washing over her. The mere thought of her son being entangled with this imposter was unbearable and she wanted to refuse to succumb to it.

"Spider cannot be... No! He is not your..." Ayteya's words faltered as Quaritch's hand rose to silence her. In that moment, she reluctantly complied, realizing that voicing her next thoughts might lead to a complete breakdown. But her mind continued to race, desperately searching for a way to navigate this overwhelming revelation.

Quaritch's voice echoed with a weightier timbre than before, injecting a surge of unwanted nerves into her veins. "No, that boy is not my son, but he is the son of human Miles-"

A scoff stopped him, as did the mocking smile playing on Ayteya's lips as she retorted,"You sky people must make everything harder on yourselves. You say your body holds the name and memories of a dead man, but to my eyes, he is very much alive, as I see him standing before me right now. And as much as it ills me to admit this, you now say that your son, isn't your son?"

For the first time, a flicker of mild anger crossed the Colonel's face, causing Ayteya to remain on high alert, prepared for any impulsive actions he might take.

"I am not that man," he abruptly retorted, yet Ayteya could discern the flicker of doubt in his eyes, that he tried so hard to push out. It appeared that she wasn't alone in struggling to accept the fact that Spider's father was unmistakably alive.

Gathering every ounce of strength within her, Ayteya clenched her fists and hoisted herself up from the surface she had been lying on. The searing pain in her side threatened to overwhelm her, but she refused to succumb to its torment. With each movement, she adapted, gradually acclimating to the agony that coursed through her body. Finally, she managed to rise into a seated position, her gaze fixed upon the Colonel, whose eyes widened in astonishment at her display of resilience.

"I will not argue with someone who refuses to see, even if I have trouble wanting to believe it myself. But you say your purpose is to finish what this human Miles had started. Is Spider, my son, a part of your plans?"

A second wave of silence sliced through the air, leaving the Colonel feeling increasingly restless and on edge.

Spider's unexpected presence in his life caught him off guard and he'd assumed they would send Spider back to Earth, but...

'You can't put babies in cryo dipshit.'

"Listen," he interjected abruptly, his voice laced with a newfound determination. "I can tell you're a strong one, stronger than any Na'vi I've ever met." He skillfully redirected the conversation, maneuvering the mentioning of Spider into a direction that would serve the Colonel's purpose.

"And I could use that and that's why I'm here." he explained, his tone earnest and straightforward. "Help me and my team, and you can see your boy." He chose his words carefully, hoping that the simplicity of his message would resonate with her and convey the magnitude of what was at stake.

Ayteya's face contorted into a mixture of disbelief and amusement, her eyes narrowing in incredulity. "My help? You take me and my child, who you cowardly refuse is your own, and you want me to help you? Are you sky people truly that arrogant?" Her words dripped with a blend of skepticism and defiance, challenging the Colonel's audacity.

The Colonel inwardly winced as her final blow sliced through him, leaving a lingering sting. Perplexed by their impact, he pushed aside the surge of emotions they evoked to reveal his growing restlessness. "Do you wanna see Spider, or not?"

Another tense silence waved over before Quaritch gave his final blow.

"Because I can assure you, that one look from me is enough make sure you never see the boy again."

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jeepersbxch · 6 months

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The Way, 𝐨𝐧𝐞

pairing. Original Female Character (Navi)/Recom Colonel Miles Quaritch

summary. The sky people are back and Navi imposters begin to invade the lands of Pandora.

warnings. violence, cussing, idk. i’ll be more thorough if this doesn’t flop. if this doesn’t flop, beware this is quaritch redemption fic.

A silence hung in the air as two figures crouched beneath the dense shrubs, concealed in the shadows of the forest. Out in the open, a fully grown yerik stood, its skin a dark blue, patterned with white and yellow stripes. Around its sloped scalp were its retractable fan structures, with their own patterns that resembled another pair of eyes to ward off predators. With its neck gracefully arched towards the forest floor, the yerik indulged in the flora it found to snack on, unaware of the danger lurking towards it. Suddenly, the sharp crack of a branch being broken jolted its attention back to its senses.

In an instant, its head jerked upwards, its fans retracting and bursting open in full bloom, while the rest of its body froze in alertness and possible fear. Diligently, its eyes scanned the area, searching for the source behind the noise, but were only met with shrubs, unaware of the figures hidden within them. With cautious steps, the yerik regains the confidence to continue eating.

Meanwhile, still concealed amidst the foliage, those two figures had their eyes fixated on the yerik with unwavering intensity. One was armed with a bow and a quiver that was brimming with arrows, while the other stood as silent encouragement, cautiously guiding the others' every move.

In a moment of uncertainty, a pair of brown eyes met a pair of green ones, their gazes locking in an unspoken connection. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, a soft gleam emanated from the green eyes, instilling a newfound confidence within the owner of the brown eyes. With this surge of assurance, they prepared their bow.

A heavy silence settled between them. The air seemed to hold its breath, as if the world itself recognized the weight of the moment. In this intense stillness, the pair of green eyes watches their companion with a tender fondness, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of their lips. Pride blossomed within their chest as the other took a deep breath, their body aligning with precision and purpose. The brown-eyed archer exuded a quiet determination, ensuring that their posture and aim were flawless. And then, in a moment that seemed endless, the arrow was released, soaring through the air with a graceful purpose.

With a dull thump, the yerik falls to the ground, thrashing violently as it lands on its side. With only a few minutes until the adrenaline wears off until the creature can feel the pain of being pierced by the arrow, the two figures quickly make their way towards it.

In a swift motion, a young human boy with large brown eyes gently places his bow aside, reaching for a dagger that rested by his side. Kneeling beside the squirming beast, the boy speaks in a low voice, his tone gentle and genuine.

"Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmukan, ulte ngaru seiyi irayo."

I see you, Brother, and I thank you.

"Ngari hu Eywa salew tirea,"

Your spirit will run with Eywa.

"Tokx 'ì'awn slu Na'viyä hapxì."

While your body will remain and become part of the People.

With those words spoken, the boy takes his dagger to the creatures hidden heart and with focused determination, sinks his blade deeps into its chest. His eyes close, the words "thank you" and prayers of Eywa playing over and over again in his head as the creature finally succumbs to the darkness, it's spirit landing back into Eywa's welcoming arms.

As the creature draws it's last breath, the green-eyed observer's heart swelled with admiration, knowing that the young man had embraced his true potential in that single, decisive act.

A hand, tinted in a serene shade of blue and adorned with four fingers, gently extends itself over the boy's shoulder. He instinctively turns his head, his eyes meeting the gaze of the woman he cherished.

"You've accomplished a clean and respectful kill, my little warrior." The na'vi woman praised with a beaming smile adorning her lips, "Well done." She added, making sure her words pierced deeply into his heart, leaving no doubt about how proud she truly was.

"I see you, sa'nok." The boy expresses, his words carrying a deep sense of recognition and appreciation.

"And I see you, my son."

"Whoo!"

"Go, Monkey Boy!"

"Guys, wait up!"

The day is bright and warm, creating a comforting atmosphere for the four hyperactive children that ran along the heavy tree lines, jumping and flying through the air, effortlessly moving from one branch to the next. Making their way deeper into the forest, they remained close as they ran together and navigated the terrain. Their apparent bond showed through their adventure as they all smiled and laughed with one another. As the four of them continued on, one decided to stay behind for a bit to play with a wiggling plant.

"Tuk! Keep up!" Called��Lo'ak.

"Okay, okay." Tuktirey, or Tuk, responded in an exaggerated breath.

Catching up with others, Tuk's steps fall right behind theirs again and they all traveled once more together as a group.

"Bro, why'd you bring her anyway?" Spider questions as he descended from a branch, landing skillfully on his feet.

The group naturally slows to a halt as Lo'ak goes to explain the presence of his youngest sister.

"She's such a crybaby," he complains. "She's all, 'I'm telling.' 'You're not supposed to go to the battlefield.' 'I'll tell mom if you don't let me come'" He adds, mimicking his baby sisters high-pitched voice.

"Don't pick on her," Kiri is quick to defend.

However, it seems that Tuk doesn't take Lo'ak's words to heart or is just too childish to care about her brother's teasing because all she does to retaliate is stick her tongue out at him.

With a roll of his eyes, Lo'ak begins running again, waving his arm for the others to follow, along with a "come on!"

A couple of minutes later, they come across something tangled within the branches and vines of the gathering trees.

"Oh, sick!" Spider exclaims with excitement as he gets closer to the battered aircraft.

"Are there any dead bodies up there?" Tuk's voice echoes as the two boys climb higher to investigate further.

As the three of them continue their playful exploration and examination of the human aircraft, Kiri ventures out on her own, heading deeper into the forest. She extends her arms out, relishing the feel of the different flowers and leaves caressing her skin, a smile of awe and amazement framing her lips.

Enchanted by the beautiful creations of Eywa, the presence of the others fades into the background as Kiri lies upon a patch of grass that appears to be breathing in harmony with her own. Comfortable in the embrace the grass offers, she is lulled into a trance-like state before falling into a peaceful sleep.

"Dude, your dad is gonna freak if he finds out about this," Spider playfully chides as he attempts to peek through the shattered window of the spaceship.

"What dad doesn't know won't kill him. Besides, lets not pretend your mom is any better." Lo'ak taunts back, his lips pulled up into a mischievous smirk.

Spider snorts at that remark, "At least she's cooler than your dad." He playfully jabs.

"My father is the Toruk Makto! No one is cooler than him." Lo'ak exclaims with pride, thumping a fist against his chest.

Amongst the conversation, Spider laughs, "Toruk Makto or not, my mother can still kick his ass any day of the week. And you know it too!"

Though it was very true that Spider's adoptive mother could take Jake down in a matter of seconds during combat, Lo'ak went on in his denial, whining about how it wasn't true, despite witnessing his father get his ass handed to his by his mother's cousin a numerous amount of times. Before Spider could get pulled further in by Lo'ak's antics, he veers off after noticing one of his friends missing.

Passing through the cascading plants, he stumbles upon a secluded patch of grass and nestled in the center of it lies Kiri, sleeping soundly as atokirina's from the Tree of Souls dances around her body. He quickly walks over to her, dropping to his knees at her side to shake her awake.

"Kiri, Kiri," he said her name persistently until her eyelids finally fluttered open, awakening her from sleep.

With a heavy body, she sluggishly rises and shifts her posture to meet Spider's gaze, weariness displayed across her face.

"I was doing that thing again, wasn't I?" Kiri asks solemnly, toned with self-awareness.

"Yeah, you were," Spider replies, his voice accompanied by a gentle swatting motion to push the seed that swayed around his face.

The gentle smile of Spider's face brightens the na'vi girl's spirit and for a moment, the two share a comforting silence, smiling at each other before Kiri's name is being called upon by her brother and sister.

The soft grin on Spider's face brightens the spirit of the na'vi girl. In that short moment, a comforting silence envelops them both, as they exchange smiles filled with solace. However, their tranquil few seconds are abruptly interrupted when Kiri's name is being called upon by her siblings.

"Kiri! Come on, we have to go!" Tuk exclaims urgently.

With Spider's gentle assistance, Kiri gracefully rises from the lush green grass and four of them begin their trek back home. With Lo'ak in the lead, they proceed along a sturdy tree trunk, their footsteps blending with the symphony of the forest. The rustling leaves and distant calls of wildlife surround them, creating a harmonious backdrop for their journey home. Until, Lo'ak noticed something imprinted in the mud.

Ignoring the question from his sister, he is followed by Spider to get a closer look tracks. The print resembles a foot of some kind, a two legged creature, but it was not from na'vi, as it seemed whoever left the footprints behind was wearing shoes. Humans?

"It's way to big for a human." Lo'ak informs before looking further along the path to see more footprints.

"Avatar?" Spider questions, his brown eyes swimming with concern, earning a distraught look from Lo'ak.

"Maybe, but they're for sure not ours."

With a piercing screech, the majestic ikran soared through the skies, its wings slicing through the air. The predominant hue of its skin was mostly a dark shade of green, with delicate traces of magenta and purple adorning certain areas, creating a captivating color scheme. Its eyes, on the other hand, gleamed with a mesmerizing golden hue, adding charm to its appearance.

It's rider, perched atop the creature's back, smiled contentedly while surveying her surroundings with tranquility. But her attention was pulled away from the peaceful views of her home when her name was called upon.

"Ayteya!"

The green eyes of the rider followed the sound of the voice, leading her gaze to another Na'vi woman gracefully perched atop her own ikran. A wide smile spread across the newcomer's face, mirroring the rider's joy. The connection between the two were evident as they skillfully maneuvered their ikrans around each other in a synchronized dance. Amidst the graceful movements, Ayteya called out to her cousin, her voice carrying a sense of familiarity and warmth.

"Your mate seems rather slow today, my dear cousin!" Ayteya's voice carried across the wind, laced with playful banter and affectionate teasing.

Neytiri glanced over her shoulder, ensuring the well-being of her mate, before turning her gaze back to Ayteya, a genuine smile gracing her features.

"He worries endlessly for our youngest children," Neytiri confided, her voice tinged with a mix of fondness and concern. "Despite my reassurances, he still mopes," she added, a hint of playfulness in her tone. The bond between them allowed for open conversation about their shared responsibilities and the quirks of Jake Sully.

Speaking of the mighty Toruk Makto, Jake finally catches up with his mate and cousin-in-law, wearing a slight pout on his face. "I don't mope!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness.

Ayteya couldn't help but burst into laughter at his response. "Of course, brother!" she retorted, playfully teasing him in return.

Just as Jake was about to respond, a resounding "whoop" pierced the air, capturing everyone's attention. Suddenly, like a streak of lightning, the eldest of the Sully children soared through the sky astride his ikran. A radiant smile adorned his face, mirroring the striking resemblance of both his parents.

"So, what is this I hear about Dad moping?" Neteyam inquires with an amused expression.

Ayteya and Neytiri burst into giggles, sharing a playful moment as Jake shoots his oldest son a deadpanned look, laced with a hint of mischief.

"Better watch yourself, kid," Jake jests, joining in on the playful banter.

Undeterred by the floating mountains that encircled them, the four continued their flight, their ikrans gracefully weaving around each other in perfect harmony. With nimble maneuvers, they skillfully swerved left and right, effortlessly avoiding the colossal obstacles that loomed in their path.

As Ayteya rode on her ikran, her thoughts drifted towards her only child, who was undoubtedly with the rest of the Sully children, causing trouble. Spider was a good and respectable boy. She had no worries that he would be on his best behavior. But with Lo'ak, who knew what those two could get themselves into. Memories of when Spider and Lo'ak were young swam through Ayteya's mind, causing a heartwarming smile to appear on her lips.

Though the two of them could get into some serious trouble, Ayteya was grateful that her son had such a strong friendship, not only with Lo'ak but also with the rest of the Sully children. Just then, the thought of Jake and Neytiri entered her thoughts and a small frown catered her lips. Jake was a loyal and kind Olo'eyktan, and it was no surprise that he welcomed Spider when hearing of the boys birth that occurred before the war amongst the sky people even began. After all, Jake Sully was born human. His sympathies towards Spider helped calm Ayteya's worries if something were to happen to her.

She knew that the great Toruk Makto would watch over her son if the need arose. It was his mate, and her dear cousin, that caused her stress.

Spider was a mere newborn after the war ended, a child created by the sky peoples deity, only to be born in the arms of Eywa. Raised among the Na'vi, he embraced their ways and cherished the village as if he shared the same blood as them. Ayteya knew of Neytiri's apprehension towards their adopted son and understood her guarded nature to a certain degree. However, it left her perplexed and uncertain in certain aspects.

In the depths of her heart, Ayteya held onto a glimmer of hope that, despite her perpetual confusion, Neytiri would safeguard Spider as if he were her own flesh and blood in case something were to happen to her.

Lost in her thoughts, Ayteya failed to notice as Jake's youngest son spoke through the comms that all the Sully's were provided with.

"Devil Dog, this is Eagle Eye, over." echoed Lo'ak's voice through the small speaker.

Jake's finger instinctively pressed against the button on the collar encircling his neck, and he swiftly replied, "Eagle Eye, send your traffic."

In that moment, Neytiri clicked her tongue to grab her cousin's attention. Ayteya's gaze shifted towards Neytiri, who subtly nodded her head towards her mate. Ayteya's eyes then turned to Jake, her expression tinged with uncertainty.

"I got eyes on some guys." Ayteya could hear Lo'ak's voice crackling through the speaker. "They look like avatars, but they're in full camo and carrying ARs."

Ayteya glanced back and forth between Neytiri and Jake, the three of them exchanging indecipherable glances.

"There's six of them, over." Lo'ak finishes.

Ayteya could hear Jake asking where Lo'ak was located, but an unsettling silence hung in the air before the young boy finally responded to his father. His delay filled Ayteya with a sense of worry.

"We're at the old shack," Lo'ak informed nervously, causing Neytiri's and Ayteya's eyes to widen.

"Who's 'we'?" Jake asks sternly.

Lo'ak's voice faltered for a moment, his words hanging in the air, "Me, Spider-" The mere mention of her son sent a jolt through Ayteya's heart, causing it to momentarily freeze. "Kiri... And Tuk," he finally added, his voice filled with a mix of worry and shame.

As the name of their youngest is uttered, a flicker of uneasiness crossed Neytiri's eyes as she gasps quietly. Jakes eyes hardened as his he lowers his voice.

"Son," Jake's voice resonated with authority, "you listen to me very carefully." His words carried a sense of urgency. "You pull back right now. Do not make a sound."

The sound of Jake's instructions caused Ayteya's heart to quicken its pace. Her mind became consumed with thoughts of her beloved Spider, her precious son. Was he alright? Would he he be alright?

"You get the hell out of there." Jake's voice demanded, "Move, you copy?"

"Yes sir, moving out." Is all Lo'ak reply before cutting out.

A deafening silence hung in the air, broken only by the sudden appearance of Neteyam, who swiftly flew to the front of the group.

"Dad, I know a a quick way!" he exclaimed, his voice filled determination.

Ayteya wasted no time in following closely behind Neytiri and Jake as they soared through the air, trailing behind Neteyam. It was in this moment, as they flew in close proximity, that Ayteya became acutely aware of the approaching eclipse. The darkness loomed ominously, casting an eerie shadow over their path.

The time slipped away from Ayteya as worry consumed her and before she knew it, they reached their destination, guided by Neteyam's lead. The trio followed him to a halt, their ikrans gracefully landing on the side of a towering tree.

Ayteya swiftly patted her ikran on the side of its head, expressing her gratitude before disconnecting her tswin. Positioned at the side of her loyal companion, she reached for her bow and arrows, ensuring they were ready for use. She also made sure her daggers were securely fastened at her side, ready to be drawn if needed.

As Jake and Neytiri prepared themselves for the next move, Jake suddenly halted Neteyam from moving forward with them.

"No, no," Jake instructed firmly, his voice filled with concern. "You stay with the ikran." He emphasized, his fatherly instincts kicking in.

"But dad... I'm a warrior like you. I'm supposed to fight!" Neteyam argued, his voice filled with determination and a desire to prove himself.

"Neteyam..." Neytiri warns.

As the three continued their discussion, Ayteya stood a few feet ahead, her mind consumed by thoughts of Spider. Her heart ached with worry for her son, and her thoughts swirled with a mix of fear and determination. Despite understanding Jake's reasons for needing to have a conversation with his eldest, she couldn't help but feel that they were wasting precious time. However, just as irritation began to creep into her thoughts, Jake and Neytiri swiftly approached her.

Covering a mere half-mile on foot, they arrived at the children's location, only to find the sun had already disappeared and rain had started falling. Navigating through the dense undergrowth in the darkness, Ayteya and Neytiri inhaled the surrounding air. The unmistakable aroma of Spider's scent filled Ayteya's senses, momentarily calming her racing heart before her anxiety resurfaced. The presence of other unfamiliar scents were mixed into the air as well.

With simple hand gestures from Jake, the three all moved in different directions. While Neytiri went left and Jake went right, Ayteya moved straight ahead. Clutching her bow tightly, an arrow ready for release, she cautiously advanced, seeking refuge behind one of the many trees. Peering ahead, her gaze descended into the thick undergrowth, where she could see movement. In her line of sight and through the thicket of the rain, she spotted Tuk, her wrists bound tightly, held captive by someone that looked similar to the avatars that were allowed to to stay on Pandora.

Ayteya's heart skipped a beat as her eyes fell upon a sight that froze her in her tracks. Not far from Tuk was Kiri and Spider. Their wrists were tightly restrained and they too were being held by someone. Witnessing the Na'vi imposter's rough treatment of her son ignited a fiery rage within her.

Glancing to her left, Ayteya locked eyes with Neytiri, who offered a brief nod of acknowledgement, silently conveying their shared determination.

As Ayteya refocused her gaze on the scene below, Neytiri parted her lips, emitting a subtle yet powerful bird-like sound that resonated through the air.

Observing the flicker of recognition on the children's faces, Ayteya received a confirming nod from Neytiri. Emboldened, she parted her own lips, releasing a resonant bird-like call that echoed through the forest, blending in with the symphony of raindrops cascading around her.

In response to her call, Ayteya observed a glimmer of light in Spider's eyes. Within in him sparked hope, encouraging her to repeat her call again. She watched as Spider and Lo'ak shared a look before nodding towards each other. This was it.

Turning her gaze towards Neytiri, Ayteya found her cousin already poised with her bow, ready for action. Following her lead, Ayteya swiftly raised her own bow, her skilled eyes fixated on the imposter who held her son captive. With unwavering determination, she aimed her arrow, ready to strike with precision. She waited and waited until Neytiri finally made the first move.

Reacting swiftly, Ayteya released her arrow, watching as it soared through the air with deadly accuracy. The arrow found its mark, piercing the skull of who held Spider and Kiri against their will. As the imposter holding Tuk crumpled to the ground as well from Neytiri's arrow, the sudden turn of events unleashed chaos.

"Contact rear!" a voice growled, followed by another echoing the warning. In a swift response, the captives, armed with guns, unleashed a barrage of shots towards their assailants. The crackling sound of gunfire filled the air as Ayteya crouched down, shielding herself from the stray bullets that whizzed through the air.

"Lo'ak!" Neytiri's voice rang out, and in an instant, a dense fog-like smoke enveloped the surrounding area. The smoke billowed and swirled, obscuring the vision of their enemies and providing a shield of concealment.

With his sharp teeth, Lo'ak sank his fangs into the arms of his captor, freeing himself from their grasp. Ensuring Tuk was with him, they swiftly scampered away, seeking cover amidst the chaos. Spider and Kiri were already running away by then, and Ayteya's gaze followed them. Her heart clenched with a mix of fear and helplessness, but she steeled herself, readying her bow once more.

With a steady hand and unwavering focus, Ayteya released another arrow, watching as it found its mark, piercing the chest of another imposter. With another threat extinguished, Ayteya catches sight of Spider again, who helps guide Kiri away from the fight, ensuring her safety above all else.

'Great mother, please watch over the children.' she thinks before looking back at the fight.

In a fleeting instant, the relentless downpour of bullets comes to a halt, casting an eerie stillness upon the warring factions.

With her arrow poised, Ayteya casts a wary glance towards Neytiri, who returns her gaze with a hint of uncertainty. It's then, a voice, unfamiliar to Ayteya, speaks out.

"That you, Mrs. Sully?" The unknown male asks.

As confusion etches itself onto Ayteya's face, Neytiri's expression morphs into one of subtle horror, her features contorted by a chilling realization. The reaction of her cousin has Ayteya on edge as the male down below speaks again.

"I recognize your calling card." He says before pausing.

The next few moments are silent again, time seeming to stand still, prompting Ayteya to cautiously peer around the tree that shields her. But just as she does, the voice from before speaks again, causing her to quickly duck behind the tree.

"Why don't you come on out, Mrs. Sully." The voice taunts as he refers to Neytiri, "You and I... We've got some unfinished buisness."

Listening intently, Ayteya catches a glimpse of Spider and Kiri running farther from the fight, allowing her to lean back against the tree momentarily, carefully thanking Eywa.

Gazing back at her cousin once more, she observes the transformation of Neytiri's expression, as her face twists into a restrained fury.

"Demon!" Neytiri growls, "I will kill you as many times as I have to!" She adds, her voice dripping with venom.

The threat seems to go unnoticed, as the fake Na'vi taunts, "It seems you and the Corporal have been pretty busy, haven't you? Dropped yourself a whole litter of half-breeds."

Ayteya's attention is abruptly drawn to the sound of a branch snapping. As she turns her head, her eyes widen in horror as the barrel of a gun is aimed directly at her face. The imposter behind the weapon smirks with malicious intent, relishing in the power he holds. However, before his finger can tighten around the trigger, an arrow pierces through his chest. He crumples to the ground lifeless, but Ayteya's focus remains fixed on Neteyam, who still stands in a shooter's stance.

"Na'vi!" A voice, different from the one that was speaking, shouts. Just as Neteyam attempts to prepare another arrow, a hail of bullets comes hurtling towards them.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Jake comes charging in, swiftly pushing his son out of harm's way. He then grabs Ayteya by the arm, forcefully pulling her away from the imminent danger and the three begin to run.

"Move!" Jake yells, "Go, go, go!"

He pushes Neteyam ahead and then Ayteya as bullets spray around them. As Ayteya moves to find cover behind another tree, the other two do the same.

"You okay, boy?!" Jake asks, receiving a swift "yeah" in response from Neteyam.

Ayteya can sense Jake silently asking her the same question with his eyes, to which she nods in affirmation. He gives her a nod back before speaking to both of them.

"Okay, with me! Ready?" Jake instructs, earning a nod from the two of them.

As the barrage of bullets finally ceases, Jake swiftly emerges from his hiding spot behind the tree and retaliates with his own shots. Simultaneously, Ayteya, positioned behind her own tree, releases an arrow with precision. Another round of bullets erupted and in the midst of the chaos, Jake urgently shouts at them to move, urging them to move to safety.

They all resume running, but as Ayteya leaps over a fallen tree, a searing sensation pierces her side. The impact of a bullet jolts her body, causing her to collapse to the ground.

"Ayteya!" she hears Neteyam's desperate shout.

"Run, boy!" she manages to shout back, but Jake leaves no room for hesitation and forcefully pushes Neteyam further away. As Ayteya attempts to rise, she slips in the muddy terrain and stumbles down a steep hill. Despite the pain coursing through her side, she fights to regain her balance, eventually clutching onto a sturdy vine.

"Ayteya!" she hears her name being called once more, this time by Jake.

"Focus on the children! Keep them safe!" she yells through a strained voice, her hand firmly pressed against the spot where the bullet struck her.

With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Ayteya takes a deep, painful breath and summons every ounce of strength within her. Gripping tightly onto the vine in her hand, she musters the determination to pull herself upright, despite the searing pain that radiates through her body. Letting out a pained growl, Ayteya shakes her head vigorously from side to side, attempting to alleviate the pounding sensation in her head and regain control of her blurred vision.

Despite her swaying eyesight, Ayteya begins to move her feet, placing one carefully in front of the other. The rain pouring down adds to her challenge, but with each step, she focuses on finding her balance and establishing a steady pace, determined to keep moving forward despite the pain and disorientation.

"Ahh!" A pained shout reaches her hears and the vocal tone she is familiar with makes her breath hitch.

Frantically, Ayteya scans her surroundings, desperately calling out the name of her son, "Spider!" Her voice carries a sense of helplessness, but as black spots start to cloud her vision and the rain intensifies, her ability to see clearly diminishes.

The weight of the situation bears down on her, making her feel increasingly vulnerable and disoriented. Tears well up in Ayteya's eyes, but as she takes a step towards the direction of her son's cry, something collides with the side of her head, causing her to collapse to the ground once again.

Her vision blurs even further, but determined to keep going, she quickly sits up, despite her limbs moving sluggishly. Through the haze, she catches sight of a figure moving in front of her. It stands tall on two feet, and she senses immediately that it is not friendly. With the last bit of strength in her, she produces a menacing hiss and prepares herself for whatever danger may come her way.

"Well, ain't you a tough cookie?"

That voice.

'Great Mother, please watch over my son.' Is all Ayteya can think as the blurry figure comes closer. Once more, a hiss escapes her lips, yet even the sound itself wanes in strength.

"Rank up. We're taking her and the boy," the voice echoed once more, but Ayteya struggled to comprehend its words.

Numbness consumed her, rendering her unable to feel anything. Yet, amidst the void, her thoughts raced, fixating on her son's innocent smile that brought her immeasurable joy.

"My son." She whispers before falling unconscious.

A pulsating ache enveloped Spider's skull, muddling his senses. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he caught glimpses of towering trees and the ethereal night sky of Pandora swirling above him. He sensed his body being lifted, but the identity of his carrier eluded him and the exhaustion drained him of any will to care. His head limps to the side, unable to keep the strength to hold it up any longer. It's then he spots a familiar body being carried by someone, just like him

As his eyes widened, Spider's vision blurred, the world around him becoming hazy and indistinct. He could sense his eyelids growing heavy, threatening to seal shut. Yet, before succumbing to the depths of his own darkness, he summoned the last remnants of his strength to whisper a single word to the one he cherished above all else.

"Sa'nok."

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I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea what I’m doing. I wrote this awhile ago cuz I wanted to write a story, but now I’m not sure. But I’m so proud of this ‘chapter’ that I didn’t want to not post it, y’know? Idk, I might continue on with this story, but I’m not sure. Your feedback and reblogs are so greatly appreciated though.

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #recom quaritch #recom miles quaritch #recom miles quaritch x original female character #the way #the way fic

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