I Need To Stop

I genuinely did not think people would like it that much cuz the reader has a kid. But I’m so happy to see some of you actually seem to like the idea. Well I think you do.

I know that I haven’t put much depth into Cora’s character but trust I will. Because I have been planing on Cora’s character and how she will affect the story in so many ways.

I am forever thankful for the support and patience you all have

LOVE YOU ALL❤️

Summary: Protecting is more than just strength. It is also sacrifice. And you are very familiar with sacrifice. So why not do it again?

Pt.6 Pt.8

“Stop moving. You will ruin it.” Koranu smacked the back of your head. You let out a small huff.

“Sorry…”

Sa’nop watched as Koranu applied the paint onto your body. Her movements careful and gentle. His eyes shifted to you. You couldn’t stop moving, fiddling with your songcord, making odd expressions that made Koranu scold you for making while she tried to paint on your face.

“You do not need to be nervous child. I have faith you will do wonderful.”

You let out a nervous smile. His words brought a small wave of comfort. Koranu scoffed

“Just don’t fall to your death.”

Your smile drops.

“Always there to encourage.”

Koranu smiled with amusement at your sarcasm.

“Anytime, tsmuke…”

Your ear twitched at the word. Tsmuke…. Sister. It warmed your heart a little, to know Koranu has warmed up to you enough to give you such a title. She’s been calling you that for a few days now. But it always made you smile. And now?

It made you somewhat confident about your rite of passage. Iknimaya the people call it.

This will ensure your place with the people. To many people that means a lot of things.

To Koranu and Sa’nop you will officially be apart of their family. To Etuwa you will be more accepted by others, and possibly convince her father to help fight against the sky people.

But to you? To you becoming one of the people is like wearing another layer of fake skin. Just like the one you are in right now.

Jake remembers when he first bonded with his Ikran Bob. It was so overwhelming, a far different experience from bonding with a direhorse. Very different.

People laughed when he named his Ikran Bob. They thought he was just named his Ikran as if naming a pet. But the name had significant.

He remembered there was this cat his daughter (Name) always fed, one eye was blue and the other was green. Sadly, just like Jake (Name) wasn’t very creative. And named the cat Bobby— Bob for short.

The Ikran’s blue and green patterns reminded Jake of that Cats eyes. And remembering that cat reminded him of his little girl.

When he flys with Bob, he feels close to (Name) in an odd way. It sounds weird, he knows. But he doesn’t really care.

“Jake, you gotta see this.”

Right now, Norm was dragging Jake to the labs, he could see a slight panic in his friends eyes. And when he entered the labs? He could feel the tension in the air.

He easily followed after Norm who was jogging to his desk, passing Grace’s avatar body that floated in its capsule.

“Cortez from the western frontier just sent in her monthly report. They got new RDA defectors. You— will not believe who they are!” Norm quickly pulled up two names with their info popped up.

Malcom Delgado

And

(Name) Walker

Jake squinted.

“Walker… as in Gray Hound Walker?” Jake prays to all the God’s he knows Norm says no, it’s not Gray Hound Walker. Not the Walker that seems to be the face of the RDA now. Not the Walker that has burned down large parts of Pandora’s forests down for the hell of it. Ardmore’s damn war dog.

It has to be another Walker. It needs to be another Walker. Because surly, Alma Cortez is not stupid enough to let Gray Hound Walker into the resistance.

“The one and only. But that’s not the even the crazy part.”

Oh great. There’s more. When is there not? Jake feels like he just might have a stroke.

“The only reason why Walker defected, was because of her kid. She brought her kid here. To pandora!”

Jake had to lean against the metal wall behind him. Because— what the actual fuck?

“You’re joking right? Please tell me you’re joking.” Jake let out a small laugh of utter disbelief.

“I wish I was. I really wish I was.” Norm pulls up a photo. A young girl, who looks about, 13? 14 maybe? Maybe younger. He’s used to seeing Na’vi kids, it’s hard to tell what age human kids are.

Spider doesn’t really count, the boy is far tall for his age.

“Cora Walker. Age 14, normal kid. Didn’t even get to reach high school yet before she was brought here.” Norm sighed as he shook his head.

Jake was just staring in silent shock.

“I mean— what was Walker even thinking? Bringing her own kid to a war zone?” Norm himself just couldn’t believe it. Yes, your young, but hell even teen parents aren’t this stupid.

Jake sighed. All of this information being far too much and far too little at the same time was exhausting his already tired brain.

“Clearly Gray Hound wasn’t thinking at all.” Jake’s tone was bitter. He began to think to himself, glad he didn’t have the choice to bring his daughter to Pandora. She wouldn’t have to suffer living through this nightmare that was happening right now.

“Shit—!” You gripped onto a thick branch like vine, your legs dangling in the air.

Other young Na’vi who were on their rite of passage just as you were, were quick to try and get to you to help, but they are quick to get stopped by Kitangi who halted their movements by the raise of her arm.

Tsu’kiri, one of the Na’vi on his own rite of passage frowns at Kitangi’s actions. Nervously glancing to you who lost grip of the vine, your other hand gripping onto the vine as tight as possible.

Tsu’kiri does not know much about you. But he knows your heart is strong. He seen you petting Hexapede one time, and soon watched more gathering you.

You’re odd, but have a strong heart.

The other young Na’vi began to shout words of encouragement. Not wanting the amusing dreamwalker to die from a fall. Hell, even Neyan was shouting for the dreamwalker to not fall.

You grunt as you finally gripped your hand onto the vine, using all your strength to pull yourself up.

You caught up with the group.

You were extra cautious now after that. You were distracted by your own thoughts during the climb, causing you to lose your footing.

That is what lead you to be hanging from the vine earlier.

You couldn’t help it. Being in this Avatar body with no way of being back to your normal self was mentally stressing enough. Being separated from your best friend and daughter with no way of contacting them was an emotional pain you tried to push down.

You’d think after being a soldier practically since childhood would toughen you up by a thousand by now. But you still had a soft heart. You cared for people and things around you.

Yes, you could be brutal sometimes. But at least you felt regret, at least you were sympathetic. At least you cared. But caring doesn’t pay for the sins you’ve committed.

Doesn’t excuse the lives you took. Innocent or not, you had no right to do the things Gray Hound you did.

Before you know it, you and the group of Aranahe made it to the ikran’s nest.

Your ear twitched, the sound of an Ikran flying in. The others already turned their heads before you to see Itu landing nearby.

His Ikran, Zomey. You never truly seen her before, but Itu gushes about her every time. He would always complain about how it wasn’t fair he couldn’t hunt with Zomey as often because you didn’t have an Ikran.

A bond between a hunter and their Ikran is strong. A hunter can bond with other Ikran but an Ikran cannot bond with another Na’vi. Once bonded, they are bonded with the hunter for life.

The bond is so strong that when a hunter dies before their Ikran, there are times the Ikran dies from a broken heart from the loss. It isn’t often, but it is something that happens.

It’s sad. And unfair. But it is what happens. And due to the sky people, a lot of more hunters are dying before their ikran’s. Which has made the situation far too often.

Itu hopped off his Ikran, strides towards you with a playful confidence.

“I am glad you didn’t die from a fall, ma ‘eylan.”

You scoffed in amusement.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Itu laughed as he pats your shoulder. Slightly moving you forward to the others who were already starting one by one to bond.

Itu glanced over to your nervous face. He grabbed hold of your shoulders roughly while shaking you playfully.

“What are you so nervous about? It is not that hard.”

You rolled your eyes at Itu’s nonchalant tone. His small shrug and look of slight confusion towards your fear of the moment topping off your irritation.

“Easy for you to say. You were born for this.”

You grunt as Itu shook you again by your shoulders again while pushing you forward.

Two more people left till it was your turn.

“If you can climb all the mountains in — to get sky rock moss for Koranu you can climb onto an Ikran! I believe in you… sort of.”

You glared at Itu, no true hate behind the glare of course. But he was supposed to be supportive and encouraging. Yes 50% of his little pep talk was encouraging. But the last part was not.

“What if I don’t get chosen. What if they see I’m not actually a Na’vi and—“

Itu lets out a heavy sigh.

“That is enough. You will be chosen.”

You let out a shaky breath as Itu shoved you forward.

“How do I know it will chose me?”

Itu’s ear flickered. He takes a pause as if thinking of he should speak or not.

“… she will try to kill you.”

Your head snapped towards the young Na’vi man so fast your neck almost broke. Itu gave you a small smile, like that was to make up for whatever happens to you once you step out from the cavern.

“…. Fantastic.”

That was a lie. It was not fantastic at all. You felt like you minus well die now.

Kitangi and Itu watch you step forward. You looked like a little kid walking into the dark for the first time with the way you kept glancing back nervously.

“You got this. You can do this…” you were trying to hype yourself up. But this is literally scary as hell.

Ikran nearby you flew away. Your eyes scanning the area. If this was any other day, you would admire the beauty of your surroundings.

Suddenly, an Ikran that was just a few meters away from you snapped at you, screeching as it inches closer.

You froze for a second. You let out a huff air, you grabbed the dog tags that hung around your neck, giving it a quick kiss for good luck before charging in.

Itu watched, the small worry in his his eyes disappearing as you tied the ikran’s mouth shut. He let out an excited yelp as you mounted the Ikran.

He takes note that the Ikran is male.

And he’s not letting you take control so easily.

Kitangi and Itu wince as the Ikran slams you into the jaggy rock wall.

You let out a groan of pain, but didn’t let go. You held on tight while the Ikran kept trying to shake you off.

You felt like you were riding one of those fake bulls in a bar. You were violently being shakes from the Ikran’s movements to try and get you off him.

“Holy shi—” you shout as the Ikran began to flap his wings.

“Make the bond!”

You hear Itu shout. Your eyes scanning struggled for a moment but eventually connected your kuru with the Ikran.

And that’s when you felt it.

You felt everything. So overwhelming. You could feel his breathing, the flap of his wings. This was too much, you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or scream.

And just like that, the Ikran leaped off the cliff, taking you with him as you screamed.

Itu rushed to the edge looking down. He couldn’t see you, he began to worry. Had you gotten hurt, or worse? Etuwa would strangle him if he had let the Dreamwalker die from this.

Suddenly a strong gust of wind came, along with you and your Ikran.

“WHOAAA!”

You were flying. You were actually flying!

“Holy shit, holy shit!” You shout in utter excitement from the whole ordeal.

You decided to test out how to fly the Ikran.

You turn right

You turn left

You dive

You laugh, this was exhilarating. The wind in your face. It was harsh at first but it became gentle.

Itu and Zomey appear beside you.

“You did it!”

Itu shouted with a wide smile. You laughed

“Hell yeah I did!”

You were so caught up in the whole flying thing you didn’t realize you spoke English to him. But Itu didn’t mind. He laughed along with you and repeated your words

“Hell yeah!”

He says the words lightly. His accent not as heavy as expected, but it still sounded funny coming out of his mouth.

The two of you fly through the sky’s together. You felt, free. Happy even.

Eventually you and Itu land on a floating rock. Laughing together from the thrill of the flight. You nearly smashed into a rock which was both funny and terrifying.

“Your Ikran is strong! What name have you given him?”

You were still catching your breath, you turn your head to see your Ikran and Zomey, sort of playing with each other. You chuckled at the sight.

Itu sat next to you while watching the two Ikran’s be playful.

“Taka.” You breathed out.

“His name is Taka.”

Itu tilted his head at the foreign name. A human name he assumes. He was going to leave it at that. But curiosity took over him once again.

“Taka… why that name?”

He tilted his head as he stared at you expectedly. You let out a small sigh. A gentle smile gracing your lips.

“My daughter, there was this dog that always followed us around back on earth. She called him, Taka, after a character from an old story.”

Itu listened, watching you slowly be set into nostalgia. Watching you unconsciously reach for the metal necklace that hung around your neck.

“I didn’t know much of the story myself. But I knew he was a protector. A protector who used his heart before using his fist.”

You remember how your daughter loved that dog to death. And that dog loved your daughter. Kept guard anytime Cora seemed venerable in public while you weren’t present.

“I can tell why you chose such a name.”

Itu’s words seemed to snap you out of your nostalgic daze. You see him staring towards the Ikran’s. You decided to follow his gaze.

Your Ikran— Taka. He was gently nudging a fallen fruit towards Zomey, letting out a small sound as if asking Zomey if she liked that specific fruit.

“He is a gentle one.”

Your brow raised at Itu’s words. Gentle?

“It seems you have forgotten how he was throwing me around like a rag doll just 30 minutes ago.”

Itu laughed as he pats your shoulder. The two of you settle in silence. But after a few seconds Itu decides to brake the silence.

“I am sorry for trying to pressure you to join in taking down the sky people’s boxes.”

The apology was sudden and a surprise for you. But what was more of a surprise was Itu forcing you to face him so he can look you in the eyes to apologize.

Usually, people— humans avoid eye contact most of the time when apologizing or admitting to one’s faults.

You were used to others not looking you in the eyes. People always avoided your gaze, out of fear. Out of shame. Hiding away to make themselves feel better about their wrongdoings while actively saying sorry.

“Ah… don’t worry about it. Your outburst was somewhat reasonable. But I still think it’s not a good idea.”

You don’t want them to die. You know him and Etuwa are skilled fighters. Along with Vifilu who was just as fierce. But you know the RDA from the inside out. You know they won’t make it if they try to go after the larger facility’s.

Itu frowns. He didn’t lash out or try to have you change your mind. He could see it in your eyes. From the very first time he met you. You had already been through many battles yourself and most likely lost a lot.

In the end you were right. It wasn’t a good idea. But Itu can’t stand still while the Sky people poison their home, he can’t watch when he knows he can do something about it.



So’lek didn’t think he would gather much information if he asked the Aranahe near their camps. And if the Aranahe did see Walker, they wouldn’t have investigated into her.

Sky people bring nothing but trouble after all.

But So’lek didn’t want to go back to HQ empty handed. Cora has been so down for so long, her happy moments only last for such a little time.

Everyone in HQ has been trying their best to make a safe environment for the young girl. But she doesn’t feel fully safe without her mother.

So when So’lek overhears two Aranahe gossiping about a dreamwalker who had was taken into the clan it caught his attention quick.

After listening for a little longer, there was no doubt the dreamwalker they were speaking of was (Name). It had to be.

He reported to Priya over com about the new information he found. (Name) wasn’t dead. Whats more, she seems to be in her Avatar, now taken in by the Aranahe clan.

He spoke with the two Aranahe who were gossiping about Walker. And found out she was taken in by Sa’nop. And is currently on her way to be chosen by Ikran.

It was hard for him to believe. How could an RDA soldier suddenly be apart of a Na’vi clan within four months.

So’lek began to fly to Home Tree. The sky began to darken. It was almost eclipse. Something In his gut told him if he didn’t hurry to Home tree something bad was to happen.

“So’lek? Don’t you think I should tell Cora? I mean— Walker is alive! This is good news.”

Priya’s words from over the coms caused So’lek to frown.

“We cannot get the child’s hopes up. Her mother is at Ikran’s rookery right now. To be chosen.” So’lek said the words with distaste. The thought of the Aranahe just accepting an outsider was so outlandish to him.

Priya didn’t feel good about keeping this from Cora. But if So’lek says it’s for the best, then he is right. He seems closest to Cora than anyone else in the resistance, besides Malcom of course.

The man carries baby pictures of Cora in his wallet for Gods sakes. Much to the young teens displeasure.

So’lek made it to Hometree. Landing at one of the many entrances. Most of the Aranahe were swear of who So’lek was. How could they not?

He didn’t demand, but it was urgent how he needed to speak with Ka’nat. He cannot deny if Walker fully becomes Aranahe the clan might be willing to join the resistance.

But Ka’nat is and has been insistent on not fighting after the death of his mate. Now only having his daughter as a reminder of how much more he can lose.

What So’lek didn’t know is that you had long arrived at Hometree. You were eating with Koranu while waiting for Sa’nop to return from a meeting with the other elders and Ka’nat.

“Your Ikran is beautiful Tsmuke. And he seems to be a gentle one.” Koranu was seated besides you. Her words caused you to scoff.

Koranu heard the doubt in your scoff.

“What? You think I am joking?” Koranu began smiling at your displeased side eye towards her.

“Why does everyone say he is gentle? I thought Ikran’s were supposed to be all scary to anyone who isn’t their hunter.” You set your bowl down in front of of you, adjusting the shawl you had on just a little.

“Yes most Ikran don’t let others get close to them unless it is their hunter. But yours lets himself get pet by the children. He even let me touch him. He is gentle, like you.”

You paused mid sip of your drink. You? Gentle? It was such a funny statement you could laugh. But Koranu laid her hand on your shoulder.

“You have a gentle heart. Strong, but gentle. You refuse to admit it.”

You sighed, avoiding her eyes by staring outside where Taka was. He was letting the children pet him and climb on him. He was enjoying the attention. You nearly rolled your eyes as you could just almost see a smile on the Ikran.

“Where’s Sa’nop. The meeting should be over by now.”

In an attempt to change the subject you use Sa’nops absence to redirect Koranu’s attention. You watch Koranu stand up, using your shoulder as support to stand.

“I will go fetch father. He is most likely chatting it up with the other elders.”

You chuckled at Koranu’s slightly irritated tone that paired with her eye roll. You watched her walk away, leaving you alone in the family cocoon.

Koranu walked past people preparing for the ceremony for tonight. Your ceremony, the finale step for you to fully become one of the people. Which was why Sa’nop was in a meeting with Ka’nat and the other elders.

There might still be others who are doubtful of (Name) but Koranu no longer cares for that. All she can think is that she won’t be alone anymore. With you, she feels she can be herself, not perfect.

Maybe it was because you embraced how imperfect you were that made Koranu feel she can be herself. You were always quick to admit your faults. The only problem is, you’re quick to only think of your faults and not your good deeds.

She hopes that after the ceremony you will change your view on yourself once Sa’nop takes you to the Glade Of Light tomorrow.

Once Koranu reached the meeting circle, she sees her father and the other elders, but something seems off.

“My child! Where is (Name).”

Sa’nop, who was the first to notice Koranu was quick to ask the question. Koranu tilted her head, a little confused.

“She is waiting for us to finish supper together… is something wrong father?” Koranu scanned the room, her ears slick back as she noticed someone she has only seen once.

So’lek she thinks his name is. From the risistance. What was he doing here? His presence caused slight fear in the young Na’vi girls heart.

Was he here to take (Name) away? So soon?

Koranu knew (Name) was always going to go back to the sky people, back to her daughter. But not now. Not when everything was going so well.

Koranu watched as Sa’nop lead So’lek to their family cocoon. Ka’nat and Nefika following suit.

Koranu isnt sure what is going on. But everything will be fine right? (Name) just needs to tell So’lek you have to stay for the ceremony and you will be officially apart of their clan and—

“She’s gone…”

Koranu froze as she heard her father’s words. She rushed into the cocoon to see he was indeed telling the truth. Taka was gone. You were gone, where could you have gone now?

Ka’nat looked to Nefika, his tone sharp and demanding.

“What is this Nefika.”

Koranu and the others look to the Na’vi woman who sighed, reluctant as she spoke.

“The child must have gone to try and stop the others from trying to intrude on the sky people.”

Koranu frowns as her tail flickered to the side. The other sky people? The ones who have been poisoning their land?

“But that does not mean she is going to fight, come now. The child is practically a peace maker.” Nefika was quick to defend you before Ka’nat could put any blame on you in anyway.

Sa’nop nods.

“Her bow is still here. She no longer has her metal weapons. Please Olo’eyktan, she just wants our people to be safe just as you do.”

Koranu’s eyes dart to where the bows and arrows were placed, your bow was there but…

Your long metal knives were gone. The ones you kept wrapped up were gone.

Koranu felt her heart beat with fear as her eyes widen in realization.

And So’lek was the first and only one to see it. He quickly snapped his head to Nefika.

“Tell me where they went. I will go after them.”

Summary: Love is no stranger to Walker. Acceptance on the other hand, is as familiar to her as peaceful days that never existed in her time of living.

Pt.5 Pt.7

You watched Etuwa help the Kinglore feed. Her graceful moves and gentle voice calming the small creatures as they feed put you in some sort of trance.

Etuwa turned to you, and smiled. Something you never understood fully. She always gave you a smile so sweet it hurt.

Etuwa made her way to the dreamwalker, grabbing hold of her hand.

“Come, meet the Kinglore.”

You were dragged to the center of the room. Kinglore wings fluttering around you two. You stare at them in awe. They reminded you of large bees. You never seen bees in real life, only in pictures.

Etuwa smiled fondly as you watched the Kinglore in amazement.

“Your hunt will start soon… if it’s successful. You will be ready for the rookery.” Etuwa circles around you, her hand letting go of your own.

“You will be one of the people.” She stopped in front of you with that smile that always seemed to make your mind go blank.

But her words seem to finally process in your head.

“About that…. Are you sure about that? I mean, everyone in Hometree seems to still be against me even being here. Becoming Aranahe might be a stretch…?”

Etuwa scanned your face, seeing an uncomfortable look all over it. Etuwa gently took hold of your hands.

“You have proven yourself. You have proven to see. Do not listen to the talk.”

It was sweet Etuwa tried to reassure you. But the truth is, you don’t want to become one of them. Your human. You will always be human. Becoming one of the people feels like your leaving behind everything you fought for to get where you were now.

Which isn’t much cause now you’re trapped in an alien body.

“Easy for you to say.”

Koranu sat alone in the family cocoon. Focused on her weaving. Her ears perk up a little as familiar foot steps come through the open entrance. She didn’t need to look up to see who it was.

She kept her eyes down.

(Name) carried in a bundle of supplies. And a big goofy smile that always seemed stuck on her lips nowadays.

“Hey! I heard you needed these.” Koranu watched the dreamwalker gently set down the supplies.

Koranu scanned the supplies in front of her. Sky rock moss. Animal hide, all very good quality. Koranu stared down in awe. She grabbed the sky moss.

“How did you get this, you have no Ikran.”

Koranu looked up to see (Name) still smiling.

“I climbed.” She said it as if it was nothing. Koranu stared at (Name) and her stupid smile.

“You did not need to do this. I know you only did this because my father asked you too.” Koranu shook her head.

(Name) blinks as her ear twitched, her ears slick back.

“I actually just overheard you were looking for high quality materials and thought I could get it for you… I actually wanted to talk to you, but I feel like you’ve been ignoring me?”

A small moment of silence settled between the two. Koranu let out a heavy sigh.

“Your Na’vi is getting better.” Koranu’s comment made (Name) smiled a little. A feeling of accomplishment washing over.

Koranu fully looked at (Name)- like actually faced her whole body to her.

“My father, he favors you. Far more than me. He stays at Hometree, for you. He teaches you how to cook, he teaches you songs. Things he has never done for me…” Koranu shook her head and closed her eyes, hanging her head down.

“I became envious of your connection with my father. And in turn treated you unfairly at times without even trying to understand you”

An apology was never spoken. It was not that Koranu was too prideful to say the words. But there was just no need for words. (Name) understood.

“I’m simple. Very much like other sky people. Nothing more to understand….” The words were spoken with a bitter tone. Yet a strain smile stayed on the dreamwalker’s lips.

Koranu tilted her head to see your face better. A heavy burden settled in your eyes. A look that was always there, but Koranu chose to ignore it in turn of her jealousy.

“No. You are much more, you just don’t see it.”

Koranu sees now. Sees why her father took the dreamwalker in.

In Sa’nops eyes, (Name) is nothing but a lonely child. And to Koranu, they are the same. Lonely even with many surrounding her.

Cora hummed to herself as she was sketching, looking up at So’lek before finishing up.

“Look! I think I did good.”

So’lek glanced down at the detailed drawing of himself. He tilts his head. Impressed and amused, but wouldn’t let it show.

“You seem to enjoy this hobby of yours.” So’lek gently took the sketch book from the young teens hands. Cora nods with a hum.

Suddenly she gets called by Malcom.

“I’ll be back.” The young girl ran off, leaving the Na’vi man.

So’lek, feeling curious. Flipped through the pages of the sketch book. It was thick with pages. He passed through sketches of plants and members of the resistance.

The deeper he went through the sketch book the older the drawings got. Cora must have had this for a very long time.

He stopped at one drawing. Two stick figures with names on the top of their heads. One was Walker and the other was Cora.

There was no sun. Just dark clouds. Large dark buildings behind the two. Small messy words written at the bottom.

‘Mommy Leaving :(‘

It was a sad drawing. Dark and gloomy. Different from the others. Had more feeling, even if it was sad. Better than the others.

“I’m back!” Cora’s bubbly voice broke out. So’lek looked up to see Cora smiling. But that smile dropped when she noticed the page the Na’vi man was now on.

Cora tried to look around for something to direct their attention on something else. But So’lek was quick to speak up.

“This one has more emotion than the others, even though it is ugly looking.”

Ah, So’lek and his straight forwardness always there to humble.

“Thanks….?” It was a complement. Sort of.

“So’lek, can I ask a favor?” Cora sat back down at her spot in front of the Na’vi man.

So’lek tilted his head.

“What is it you need?” So’lek replied with a swat of his hand. Welcoming whatever favor the child wanted to ask.

“I know we have a strained relationship with the Aranahe right now. But, could you see if you can ask if they seen my mom? Maybe someone spotted her and the rest of the squad?” Cora fidget with her mother’s dog tags.

Her request was more like a plea.

It’s almost been two months. Priya has tapped into RDA communications, and the only thing she has found of Gray hound is propaganda. And security warnings.

After every announcement, Priya would always hear, ‘-And remember, Gray Hound is always watching.’

It was so creepy. Reminded Priya of Big Brother propaganda. But the RDA are using a real person for this. One single person being put to use as some sort of security punishment. It’s kind of terrifying.

“…. I will start tomorrow.” The Na’vi mans reply made Cora light up.

“Thank you, thank you so much!”

So’lek doubts he will get much. But he will at least try.

Itu suddenly barged into the family cocoon you were in, you looked up from your weaving(that you were horribly failing at right now)

“You are knowledgeable in Sky people machines. No?”

Your brow raised.

“Well good-morning to you too.”

You watched Itu pace back and forth.

“The sky people. They have poisoned the clearing from before! A heard of Pa’li were killed from their poison!” Itu continued to pace back and forth. His hands flaying in the air, expressing his frustration and distress to this situation.

“We need to stop them!”

You pause and gave him a look.

“We?”

You let out a scoff of disbelief, he wants to drag you into this? You understand why but…. Why?

“You know their cruel ways, meaning you know how to stop them from poisoning anymore innocent lives!”

You shook your head

“Ka’nat will not like this Itu. He already forbids the clan from interfering with the sky people- he doesn’t even like me being here. It’s too risky.” You spoke calmly, even though you know Itu will just get more frustrated with your words.

“So you will not help?”

Your silence was enough to make Itu grunt and sigh. Taking a seat in front of you.

The silence felt thick, yet so fragile. One wrong word and everything could crash. Itu knows (Name) well enough to know she is a gentle soul forced to be something hard and cruel.

Violence is something (Name) doesn’t like. It’s the truth. But not believing to many.

“Etuwa, wants to fight against the sky people as well. Vifilu too. We are going to the clearing. With or without you.”

Itu stood up, staring down at the dreamwalker who kept her head down.

“Etuwa will wait for you at the Glade of light, once you have made it through the rookery climb. You can fly with us to protect out home, or fly back to the other sky people…”

As Itu left, (Name) shifted in her spot. Her eyes drifting to the metal blades you kept wrapped in a corner.

Yes, you got rid of your guns. But those blades? Those had importance to you. More important than your father’s dog tags? No, but it was still important.

You inhaled sharply. A choice needs to be made. Youve made harder choices, but would you disappoint Etuwa? Someone who has been kind to you since day one? Or get her father- the damn Ole’eyktan of the clan, upset with you and kick you to the damn curb, with no way of finding the resistance hideout.

You let out a heavy sigh.

“This shit sucks man.”

Sa’nop, adores his daughters. Yes, daughters. Koranu and (Name). (Name) has only been under his care for two months but he sees her as his own.

Sa’nop has come to love (name) even more when he noticed she only wears whatever Koranu makes. He knows the young dreamwalker cares for Koranu as much as he does.

He sees it in her eyes.

Koranu is stubborn, just like him. But she cares for (Name). Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

“Ah, Sa’nop. More mushrooms today?” Nefika was the one to stop the Na’vi man carting the basket of Mushrooms.

“(Name) enjoys these with the shell fruit. I am planning to teach her how to cook this dish this time.”

Nilnag, who was next to Nefika scoffed.

“You treat that dreamwalker as if it is one of us.”

Nefika shook her head

“Ah— so sour Nilnag. The dreamwalker has been peaceful. Great with the children might I add.” Nefika used to be against the dreamwalker staying in Hometree.

But these past months have showed many of the people in Hometree that (Name) is kind. Helping around as much as she can.

“Why do you shelter the dreamwalker Sa’nop? The dreamwalker could have slept in the hunter dens.” Nilnag, still insistent on the topic of the dreamwalker being no good for the clan, and to Sa’nop.

Nifika rolled her eyes.

Sa’nop chuckled.

“(Name) is still a child. Imagine having to sleep alone in a place you are not familiar with. Sad no?”

Nilnag shook his head with a disapproving frown.

“That dreamwalker will stain your family, the people talk-”

Sa’nop raised his hand to stop Nilnag from continuing. His small frown and the agitated sway of his tail spoke far louder than words.

“I do not care for what others say. I know (Name), a strong and honorable warrior. She is one of us whether you like it or not.”

Nifika couldn’t help but laugh at the growing tension between the two elders.

“Be calm Nilnag, let us not argue!” Nifika put her hands on the two men shoulders.

“It is up to us elders to guide the young. Give them advice when mistakes are made.”

Nilnag let out a short sigh. Biting his tongue so to not say what was on his mind. Sa’nop is peaceful, and not a fighter. So seeing Sa’nop defend the dreamwalker with such ferocity was one of a shock.

For now, Nilnag will hold his tongue. But that does not mean he will accept the dreamwalker.

Lilian Torres. A brilliant mind for such a young scientist. She had so many ideas. But not many test subjects.

Torres had an idea to make their own soldiers more stronger, not unstoppable but more dangerous.

A way to make RDA soldiers faster, precise and more immune to Pandora’s beautiful yet deadly flora.

Torres was denied to test this idea on any RDA soldier. Which was disappointing of corse. The idea of making a…. Super soldier you could say, was an achievement beyond many.

Of course she couldn’t start the experiment on just any soldier.

She needed someone skilled. Someone who isn’t afraid to push their limits. Especially someone who won’t mind a few needles poked in ‘em now and than.

For awhile, Torres’s search for a willing test subject was another dead end. She thought hope was lost for her little super soldier idea.

That is until Ardmore put (Name) Walker and her Avatar in her care.

Torres became immediately intrigued with (Name). Her medical history was a mess. The deeper Torres diged, the more curious she became with Walker.

Enlisted at a very young age. No parents, no record of education. For a minute Torres thought Walker was just a dumb gun happy kid who was just lucky to be close to Ardmore.

But of course there was more. There is always more.

Ardmore gave Torres permission to test the super soldier idea on Walker. Torres was absolutely thrilled.

Walker was a perfect start. Skilled and loyal to the bone. Let’s not forget her political stand on this as well. Shes Gray Hound Walker for gods sakes!

If Torres is able to make someone with so much influence in the RDA a more perfect soldier than she already is, than Torres is set for life.

The first test run went very well. Torres didn’t know what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t what came of the test run.

Walker was like a doll. Movements were a little sloppy, but did as told(like usual). Walkers build became more buff. Skills were increased by 89%!

This was an amazing achievement for Torres. Torres was as even allowed to use the serum on Walkers Avatar! The results were off the chart, strength increased, intelligence and conditioning improved significantly.

Everything was perfect. All Torres needed were blood tests.

But Angala Harding went and screwed it up by letting Walker escape.

“How could you just let her escape?!”

Torres treasured Walker, just not in a sweet and caring way.

“She was tearing my men apart! Hard to keep her in if we can’t hurt her….”

Angela Harding didn’t care for Torres’s test subject. She cared that Gray Hound(or what was once of her) was killing off her men left and right.

“Walker cost more than your damn salary Harding. Find her or face Ardmore and explain why you let a level four threat put lose in Pandora.”

Torres ended the call with a slam of the button,

Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.6

Summary: Etuwa has become (Name)’s teacher. But when it comes to hunting, (Name) must learn through another. Let’s just say the first day didn’t go so well.

(A/N: to those who wanted to be tagged I will tag you in the next chapter)

“I see you.”

Etuwa said the words slowly. As if speaking to a child. (Name) let out a nervous breath.

“Ole natie kameie…?” (Name) cringed at her words. Knowing she said the words wrong.

“It is ok, maybe I’m speaking too fast.” Etuwa was teaching you the Na’vi language. You know many languages, Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, French- and even Māori. But for some reason, you struggle speaking Na’vi. The dialect was…. Well alien to you.

Completely different from languages on earth. Maybe that’s why you were struggling so hard.(or maybe you need to stop staring at Etuwa and actually listen to her.)

“Let us try an easier way.” Etuwa held her hands up to her ears.

“Ears”

(Name) was hesitant before doing the same, her hands reaching her ears.

“Ears.”

Etuwa smiled.

“Yes! Yes! Good. Now—”

Many of the people in Hometree were not happy about the Dreamwalker that resides in Hometree now.

You get wired looks, anytime the kids try to follow you they get pulled back from their parents. Whispers go around, you assume it’s about you, obviously.

You didn’t want to be here yourself. Now that you’re alive and healthy (minus the pain in your side. Still having that deep cut right there.)

You just want to see your daughter again. Hug her and smother her with kisses.

“Your mind is elsewhere.” Etuwa’s voice broke you out of your train of thought.

“Sorry… when exactly can I go to the resistance? It’s been a few days now…” you had hopeful eyes that made Etuwa frown a little in pity.

“When you are ready. When you are able to see.”

Your brow raised.

“See what?”

Etuwa smiled a little. You were so clueless it was cute sometimes.

“When the time comes you will know. Now, let us get back to where we left off.”

“Ah! Come child. Koranu has finished the clothing for you.” Sa’nop eagerly ushered you into the cocoon like hut. You looked up to see Koranu who stepped back from a display of clothing and looked back at you.

You noted how her tail swayed higher, and ears slicked back. You might be slow with the Na’vi language. But body language is the same no matter what species.

Koranu did not like you. Which is no surprise, she only seems to be playing nice for her father.

“Ma Koranu, she is the most talented weaver in hometree! Our best!”

Koranu was a little surprised by her father’s words, suddenly feeling shy.

“Father…”

She spoke in an embarrassed tone.

The moment between the two made you smile. A parents pride for their child is something you know very well.

Cora is a smart and creative girl. And so gentle. Nothing like you.

“Thank you.”

You manage to say the words, but not without sounding like a baby speaking its first words. Sa’nop smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder. Urging you to put the Na’vi clothes on.

You were hesitant.

Sa’nop left to fetch ingredients for dinner. While Koranu helped (Name) get into the Na’vi clothes.

You struggled a little to put the clothes on. You know when you were a kid and didn’t know which hole to put your arm or head through?

Yeah, that sort of struggle.

Koranu had to hold back an eye roll as you accidentally put your head through the arm hole.

“You are hopeless. Like a baby.”

Koranu lets out a heavy sigh. She walked to you and began to help you fit the top on. Not without noticing the scars on the back of the dreamwalker. They looked new. Large ones at that.

Koranu stared at the scars a little longer. The clothes you had on showed the scars clearly.

By the look of the way you kept moving your shoulders to make the feathers move to the back to at least cover a little bit on your back.

Koranu’s ears slick back,

“Was this the sky people’s doing?”

Your head tilted to the side. Not looking directly towards the young Na’vi woman.

You slowly nod. Mumbling the word ‘punishment’ even though Koranu wouldn’t understand.

Koranu sighed. These scars will have more whispers going around the clan if she lets you walk out the cocoon like this.

Koranu grabbed a shawl from a rack on the far right next to her grandfather’s old bow. She wrapped it over the dreamwalker, taking a step back. Looking up and down.

It didn’t look back. But Koranu might need to make another top for the dreamwalker. The style of the top doesn’t fit with the shawl.

“…thank you.”

You spoke in broken Na’vi. Causing Koranu to sigh. By the great mother she hopes you don’t keep speaking like a baby.

“Hunting, is important. For you to hunt. You must learn how to use our bows. Come.” Etuwa hurried you to follow her on a path.

Your eyes wondered around your surroundings. Pandora truly was beautiful. The green was everywhere. You’re used to being surrounded by green. Green screens and green uniforms. Green wall.

But this green?

It was beautiful. Not bland, or empty. It was just, beautiful.

You soon realized you were falling behind Etuwa and quickly caught up to the Tsahik.

“What are those called?” You pointed at a creature that looked similar to a monkey in your eyes.

“Syaksyuk.”

The Syaksyuk looked at you before letting out a small noise and swung off one branch to another.

The two walked the path, the Dreamealker continued to point and ask questions.

Etuwa enjoyed your eagerness to know the name of everything you would see.

“(Name), when we reach the camp. I won’t be the one to teach you how to hunt.”

Your neck nearly snapped the way you turned your head to her.

“What do you mean?” You spoke nervously.

“If you are to learn how to hunt. You will learn from one of our best hunters. Come.”

One week later.

Itu was brave and farce. And was harsh on his students. Even more harsher on you.

“You are too slow!”

“Fix your stance”

“Skxawng! You cannot let it suffer. Quick and merciful death is the only way.”

Now his strictness is nothing compared to the training you had back on earth. But damn was it frustrating.

You laid in a hammock. Koranu and Sa’nop long asleep. Your hammock closer to the entrance further from the other two Na’vi that slept close to each other.

You however laid awake. Staring out to the dark thundering clouds.

You gripped your father’s dog tags. Your brows furrowed in worry.

Cora hated thunder.

“Mommy!” A little girl around the age of five ran screaming into a dim lit room. Crying as she tried to climb up onto her mother’s bed.

The older one sat up and began to lift the five year old up into her arms.

“Aw, my sweet baby girl. Why you crying?” You brushed away Cora’s hair from her face.

Cora shrieked at the sound of loud thunder. Hiding her face into the crook of your neck. You gently shushed her while wrapping your arms around her small body.

The little girls body was shaking like crazy. You didn’t know what to do to calm her down. You cradled Cora while trying to think.

Than an idea popped up in your mind. Your dad used to sing to you to calm you down. He wasn’t the best singer, but his voice always seemed to calm you down.

You just sang whatever song popped in your head. A song your coworker would sing to his own kids. He sang it so much at work you remember the damn words yourself.

It’s worth the try.

“… Bonne nuit cher trésor. Ferme tes yeux et dors.”

Your voice soothed the little girl in your arms.

“Laisse ta tête, s’envoler, Au creux de ton oreiller…” you felt the little girl slowly go limp in your arms. Her breathing, slow.

You smiled to yourself. Taking a mental note to thank Delgado the next time you see him.

“Cora? Mi Dulce, you okay? You look a little pale.” Malcom watched Cora flinch at the loud noise of thunder.

“I’m fine…. Just tired.” Cora began to fidget with her mother’s dog tags that hung around her neck.

“How about you go rest, hm? You’ve been looking over the map for hours now.” Malcom set his hand on the young teens shoulder.

“No. We need to find mom. I’ll ask So’lek to check those Na’vi camps? Maybe the other Na’vi has seen-”

Malcom cut Cora off with a look.

“Is it the thunder? That why you can’t sleep.”

Cora let out a heavy sigh, avoiding eye contact with the older man. Cora felt a little ashamed that she still needed her mom to sing her to sleep on stormy days like this one.

Hell Cora can’t sleep well in general without her mom being near. She’s thirteen for gods sakes. Shes a big girl now…

Malcom could see Cora trying not to shake to much. He looked around and spot one of the ex-RDA soldier(Travon) tuning a guitar.

“Come.” Malcom left no room for Cora to argue as he dragged the young one into the living area and made her sit. He rushed over to Travon and after a little talking he came back with the Guitar.

Cora watched Malcom clear his throat before randomly playing.

“Bonne nuit cher trésor. Ferme tes yeux et dors!”

Cora almost jumped at his abrupt singing. She stared at the older man as if he has gone crazy.

“Laisse ta tête, s’envoler, Au creux de ton oreiller!” He was loud, and people were starting to stare. Cora couldn’t take this embarrassment anymore.

“Okay okay! Stop, please I’m begging.” Cora’s face had already scrunched into cringe.

“Que? I was about to get to the good part.” Malcom seemed to actually believe he was doing any good for your ears.

“Umm… maybe leave the singing to mom, uncle Malcom.” Cora’s words caused Malcom to gasp dramatically.

“You know I’m the one who taught your mother this song. I’m the real OG.” Malcom lightly tapped his chest with his fist. A look of pride clear on his face.

Cora rolled her eyes.

“Never say ‘real OG’ again.” If she suffers through any more of her uncle’s cringe actions she will die of embarrassment.

Itu had fun making the Dreamwalker run around blindly as he screamed demands.

The dreamwalker is very stupid in Itu’s eyes. He watched her trip over her own tail and somehow got tangled in tree vines.

But he will admit, she has good aim.

*Smack!*

Itu slapped (Name)’s elbow to straighten her stance. “Hand, over here.”

Itu adjusted her hand on the string to the bow to the opposite side she had it before.

Etuwa has a big soft spot for you. Itu does not know why. Is it your stupidity that charms her? If so, he worries for his friend if she truly finds that charming.

“Weak shot. Again!”

You held in a frustrated sigh and just did as told.

Two Na’vi girls watched from hunters camp.

“Koranu, is that not the dreamwalker your father took in?”

Lay’taw questioned the weaver who glanced down to see you get smacked in the head by Itu. She held in a small laugh.

“Yes. (Name) is what she is called.”

Koranu and Lay’taw watched Itu and (Name). Lay’taw can’t help but find the scene amusing.

“I have heard she is a great fighter. Why is she being trained by Itu? Should it not be Kitangi? Or even Ongwi at least?”

Lay’taw has a point. Kitangi is master bow. It should be her to teach someone like the dreamwalker. But of course she would refuse.

Ongwi, who usually agrees and complies with Etuwa’s ideas and decision making’s. Wouldn’t want to upset his mate Kitangi if he had taken the young dreamwalker as his student.

So Itu, is the only choice Etuwa had.

“You know elders won’t easily accept an outsider.” Koranu mumbled her words with a soft sigh.

Lay’taw chuckled.

“Yet your father did it without hesitation- than again. She did save his life.”

Lay’taw’s words made Koranu pause.

Is that why Sa’nop seemed to favor (Name) so much? Sa’nop started to stay at hometree for much longer just to feed the dreamwalker. Koranu even overheard her father speaking with Nefika on how he was going to teach (Name) how to cook.

He never did that for Koranu….

Should Koranu chose to become a hunter instead of a weaver? Would her father pay more attention to her if she did so?

An ugly feeling started rose in Koranu’s chest. One she had never felt before. It was not hate. But she hated feeling whatever it was.

(Name) glanced up to the hunters camp and spotted Koranu. (Name) smiled and waved. But Koranu just turned away and walked off.

(Name)’s smile dropped a little at that.

*Smack!*

Itu smacked (Name)’s head.

“Focuse!”

One day. You were on a hunt with Itu. This hunt was different though. You two were going going after an Angstìk. Aka, a Hammerhead.

Itu was having you lead the way. Your tracking has gotten better. But your steps are still too loud. But your steps are not what he must watch over for. How you kill the Angstìk and how you give your thanks is what will determine if you are ready for the ikran rookery.

“You are breathing too loud Skxawng.” Itu whispered. Practically in your ear at this point. You turn your head to the Na’vi.

“Maybe if you back up you wouldn’t hear my breathing.”

“You are dramatic. I am not that close.” Itu doesn’t think he is close. But he is pretty damn close.

“Personal space might not be your thing. But it’s mine, back it up.” You were close to pushing him.

Itu rolled his eyes

“You don’t complain when Etuwa is close to you. So close your arms touch-“

You use your hand to push him away by his face.

“Shut it.”

Itu was able to hold in his laugh. But not his smug smirk. It might just be you, but Itu has gone from rude and strict to annoying and playful in the three weeks you have been here.

You finally picked up the language, but still seem to make some mistakes with pronunciation and forget certain words.

The two young adults slowly creep from a small hill. There, a Hammerhead and its young were drinking from a a large pond.

Itu followed you as you tried to find the right angle to get a clean strong shot.

He watched you stand up, using your training bow, stringing it back perfectly.

You exhale as quiet as you could. Focusing on the weak spot. Right before you were going to shoot.

Your ear twitched. The familiar sound of machinery close by caused your stance to falter. A look of realization slowly creeping into your expression.

Itu frowns, seeing you stop. Before he could say anything he caught onto the sound as well. A scowl appears onto his face.

“Sky people.” Itu hissed the words like poison.

You reached to your side. Ready to grab your gun. But than realizing you don’t have your guns anymore. You frown.

“We should go- Itu?” (Name) watched the Na’vi rush to the direction the noise was coming from.

“Itu!” (Name) whispered/yelled. Following after Itu in slight panic. Itu effortlessly climbed a large tree that looked down on a small clearing. You grunted as you climbed up to a smaller tree nearby.

You were greeted with the sight of RDA setting up what looks like a fueling station. Five Amp suits. A few soldiers and looks like a pilot ready to go.

“Itu, we need to go.” You watched Itu grip his bow. His tail swaying aggressively.

“Itu… don’t be a fool. Too many of them, we can’t take them all.”

If they were all just exo suits yeah maybe you two could take them. But they’re not. You’re seeing a couple of elite AMP suits. Not going to be easy with bows and arrows.

You weren’t going to stick around, you want to get back to the nearest camp now.

You decided to leave. Hoping Itu would not try and take them on his own and follow you back to camp.

Itu, watched in anger and frustration as the sky people cut down trees to make a larger clearing. He looked back to the dreamwalker who was going down a vine.

He soon decided it was best to go back to camp. And maybe he can come back with Vifilu or Etuwa to take these sky people down.

At the end of the day the hunt was unsuccessful, due to the disturbance of the sky people. Itu decided that your next hunt won’t be an animal. It will be the sky people.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3, Pt.5

Summary: History seems to repeat itself. The only difference? Walker won’t accept it.

(Disclaimer!: I forgot to add that everything going on right now is a year before the way of water starts and before the Sarentu are found)

Cora Walker. Daughter of the famous Gray Hound Walker.

A name that shot fear in the hearts of many. Cora’s mother was a beast in combat, always ready to spill blood, always willing to sacrifice any part of her body for war.

A perfect soldier.

A wepon

A monster.

That’s what they call Cora’s mother. And that’s what others expect Cora to be.

Some expect Cora to be this, crazy messed up kid. But in truth, shes gentle and kind. Sensitive and isn’t afraid to show her emotions. She loves how beautiful pandora is.

“That is ‘Anstìk. Your people call it hammerhead.” So’lek pointed to the hammerhead mother and child below in the dryers bowl. Cora watched the two with wide eyes.

“They’re so big! And that’s the mom?” Cora pointed to the biggest one that was nudging the smaller one.

“Yes. Don’t get too close. The mother is very protective of its young one.” So’lek has been assisting young Cora outside, letting her explore but only when he can see her.

He lost her once. Only to find her dangling from the vines of the trees, laughing as she swung back and fourth.

“Mi hija! Come on, time to sleep!” Malcom shouted from the doors, waving his arm in the air to get the younger one’s attention.

Cora left out a small huff. Reluctant was clear in her movements as she got up.

“… I will take you to the swamps tomorrow.” So’lek watched Cora’s eyes light up at his words.

“Okay! I’ll be ready!” She ran off to Malcom who almost got the wind knocked out of him when she tackled him in a hug. The older man laughed as he pat her head before they walked back into HQ.

So’lek called for his Ikran ìley, ready to search for (Name).

It’s been a few days since the signal from Walkers tablet was sent. The checked the whole area, but they only found drops of blood and the broken tablet, along with a picture of Walker and Cora.

So’lek decided to keep it in his vest. The drops of blood won’t be very good for Cora to see. The young one has gone through enough.

“What were you thinking daughter? Bringing that… Dreamwalker into Hometree!”

Ka’nat, Olo’eyktan of the Aranahe. He was upset with his daughter bringing trouble into their home.

“Eywa sent a sign father, will you turn away a sign Eywa sent?”

Etuwa, Tsahik of the Aranahe. Bringing the dreamwalker to Hometree was risky, she knew her father would either have the Dreamwalker leave, or killed.

Ka’nat stayed silent. The safety of his people was important to him. But if his daughter truly did see a sign from the great mother. He cannot question it.

A reluctant nod was given to Etuwa from Ka’nat. Nefika shook her head.

Meanwhile, with Sa’nop.

Sa’nop was tending to the sleeping Dreamwalker, while his daughter was paceing back and forth.

“What were you thinking father? This dream Walker will bring trouble!”

Koranu, one of the weavers of the clan and Sa’nops child.

“Be calm my child. She has saved my life, and took vengeance on the sky people for killing one of the animals with their metal. She is a kind soul.”

Koranu frowns, watching her father- who is usually never in Hometree and is always out and about doing everything but being a father to her- doting on this Dreamwalker! It was irritating.

Koranu let out a loud groaning noise and stormed out of the healing room. Sa’nop watched his daughter with sad and confused eyes.

Koranu cannot fathom the idea of her father taking in this Dreamwalker, the talk is already going around Hometree. She can already hear it from the swamps from here.

It was frustrating enough for her father to never be at Hometree, he just had to bring a Dreamwalker into Hometree and offer shelter. To share their cocoon nest with them!

It’s outrageous!

It puts a stain on their family.

You wake up at Eclipse. Sa’nop is who you expected to see, but your met with those same yellow eyes you were dreaming of.

“You are awake. I did not tell you who I was when we met.” The Tsahik straightened her poster a bit.

“I am Etuwa. The Tsahik of this Clan.”

The Dreamwalker, stared at Etuwa while tilting her head, keeping her eyes on the Tsahik before speaking her name.

“Etuwa…. Etuwa.” The Dreamwalker smiled a little when Etuwa nodded.

“And your name?”

The Dreamwalker’s ear twitched before saying her own name with slight excitement. Etuwa nods, seeming to repeat the name in her head before saying it herself.

“(Name), you are apart from the resistance. Why?”

Any small trace that was left behind from the smile on the Dreamwalker from before slowly dropped.

“…. The RDA caught me trying to leave with my team. Trapped me in this body as a form of punishment…. I escaped, not without a bullet in me though.” There was pain in the Dreamwalker’s eyes.

Without the metal armor Etuwa’s eyes drift down to the Dreamwalker’s skin at her neck. It looked like burns, new ones.

“And this?” Etuwa reached out her hand. Etuwa half expected to be stopped by the Dreamwalker’s hand. But that never happened. The two met eyes once again, just staring at each other. A look in the eyes of the Dreamwalker was one the Tsahik could not identify.

Etuwa recoiled her hand. Clearing her throat before speaking.

“The Olo’eyktan has agreed to let you stay within Hometree.”

Her words caused a surge of slight panic “oh no that’s not-”

“On one condition, you learn our ways. And rid yourself from… these.” Etuwa gestured to your armor of metal and guns and duel blades.

The Dreamwalker let out a nervous laugh.

“Oh um… heh. I can’t stay here… I have a daughter to get back to. I need to get to the resistance.”

Etuwa stayed silent, thinking over the words. She lets out a small sigh.

“You will be back at the resistance, but you will be here for most of the time.” Etuwa said it like it was no big deal. But it was a big deal to you. You want to be back with your daughter and Malcom.

This can’t be happening right now.

Etuwa watched the distressed look forming on the Dreamwalker’s face.

Etuwa was hopping if this Dreamwalker stays, and becomes one of the people, her father will finally open his eyes and join the resistance in fighting against the Sky People.

This Dreamwalker was a sign sent from Eywa.

“You have a strong heart. You will be back with your child soon. You have my word.” Etuwa puts her hand on her heart. As if making a vow.

But her word is not enough. (Name) needs to be with her daughter. She needs to know she is safe, if she has eaten or if she’s been sleeping on time-

God she doesn’t even know if Cora or Malcom are alive. She hopes the signal she sent went through.

Jake was working on the guns. Making sure there was enough ammo for each gun. He cleaned and loaded each one with quick hands.

Lo’ak peeked from a healing tent close by. Watching his father work on the metal weapon with curious eyes.

Jake sets a gun down, without needing to look behind him Jake spoke.

“I know your there. Come out Lo’ak.” Jake’s words made the young one freez, slowly merging out from his spot and standing in front of his father.

“You’re supposed to be watching your sister boy.” Jake’s stern tone caused Lo’ak to bow his head down, his big eyes glancing to the guns. Jake noticed the subtle look of curiosity in his son’s eyes.

“You wanna learn how to use a gun?… come on.” Jake made space for his youngest son to sit next to him. Lo’ak smiled, trying to cover up his excitement by slowly sitting next to his father, giving all his attention to his father.

Ever since the sky people came back, Jake hasnt had time to bond with his son Lo’ak who has been going through a phase lately. Not rebellious, more like he has the need for adventure.

It’s a pain in the butt to deal with, but he doesn’t blame him. Being stuck in the strong hold of the hallelujah mountains could be tiring for a young Na’vi boy.

Safe zones are getting less safe, even the labs had to be moved. Children can’t leave the stronghold, not after the RDA used an innocent child to get to Jake once. It was a sad day for the clan that day.

Ardmore has gotten more and more aggressive lately. Last he heard, Ardmore let lose someone called the Gray Hound, running around the western frontier. He’s heard talk about this Gray Hound.

Ardmore’s very own sick and twisted puppy.

Maybe Jake should check in with Cortez to see how they are dealing with that.

“Cora, mi amor. Put that down, you know your mom won’t like you touching that.” Malcom grabbed the handgun from the young girls hands.

“… can’t you teach me how to use it at least?” Cora begged her uncle. Malcom shook his head.

“Unless you want your mom to skin me. It’s a no.” Malcom ruffled Cora’s head before taking the handgun far away from her.

Cora lets out a heavy sigh. Reluctantly taking herself to the living area.

Daniella saw Cora and decided to say hi to the kid.

“Hey kiddo. Why such the long face?”

Jin was right next to Daniella, he gave Cora a smile and waved at the young teen.

“I feel usless here. Uncle Malcom won’t teach me how to use a gun. I’m not smart so I can’t help Alex with… smart stuff. Ugh! If I can’t fight with you guys, and cant help with tech stuff. What use am I.” Cora plopped down on a bean back in front of the couple. A big pout on her lips.

“Oh, Cora. Your plenty of help. You help me in the kitchen a lot.” Jin spoke up as he knelt down in front of Cora.

“I burnt the food and set half of your apron on fire Jin. Not very helpful.” Cora spoke in an unimpressed tone.

The two adults gave each other a worried look. Daniella decided to take a go.

“Cora. I’m sure you feel like you’re not doing much. But do you know how helpful your memory has been to us? You have remembered all of the higher ups your mother has interacted with. You remember plans discussed with Ardmore and your mom. Important details that are usually shut away in classified documents. That’s amazing.” Daniella tilts her head to meet the young girls eyes.

“You don’t need to know how to handle a gun to be helpful. Or be as smart as Alex. You’re still young. You don’t need to doing any fighting. Kay?” Daniella pats Cora’s head.

It helps. More than Cora thought it would. She is good at remembering things. Maybe if she uses that skill more often. She can make a lot more of a difference to this resistance.

And when her mom comes back, she’ll be so proud of her!

“Yes! Your right! Oh thank you!” Suddenly Cora hugged both Jin and Daniella and ran off in excitement.

“Why is the Dreamwalker in such bland clothing? Etuwa! If she is to learn our ways, have her in our colors!”

Nefika lectured Etuwa, (Name) was no longer in her vest. No longer had her guns. But she still wore pants and a dirty worn out shirt.

You looked at the two with curiosity. You’ve only been in Hometree for a few days. So you still haven’t learned the language yet. But you do know body language, you know many of the Na’vi at Hometree don’t like you.

Which is reasonable, you’re an outsider. The kids like to follow you though. You hear their giggling and whispers behind you from time to time.

“(Name) is what she is called. Sa’nop has already asked Koranu to make clothes for her. But for now, she will be in …. Those.”

The two Na’vi woman stare at you in your dirty clothes.

You were back to staring at the trees and touching literally anything you could get your hands on. You tripped on a root, luckily you used the tree next to you to support yourself.

“… Are you sure this, (Name) is a hunter?”

Nefika questioned as she judged the Dreamwalker silently.

Despite Etuwa’s look of doubt, she knows (name) is a good fighter. But a fighter is not what her father wants, he wants the Dreamwalker to be hunter. A weaver at most.

Summary: a vision and a sign are given at the same time. And Walker is right in the middle of it.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.4

“I hate you! You’re a liar!”

Malcom ducked as a chair flew over his head.

“Cora— hey! Put the toaster down!” Malcom’s words fell on deaf ears. Cora threw the toaster at Malcom, who caught it in mid air with ease.

Jin and Alex watched from a safe distance.

“For someone so small she sure does know how to make a wreak.” Jin mumbled to Alex.

Alex frowns “What is she so upset about? I swear she was just drawing outside yesterday.”

“Walker. Hasn’t contacted in over a month, there’s talk about her being dead. Guess the talk reached Cora.” Jin watched the usual quiet girl scream at Malcom making a scene that many wonder if they should laugh, or turn away.

Some were already doing both.

So’lek grabbed Cora from behind. Taking the chair she had in her hands.

“What is the meaning of this little one?”

Cora struggled against the Na’vis hold.

“He said mama was coming back—“

So’lek let go of Cora. The young girl looked at So’lek.

“You said she would come back!”

So’lek watched the young girl hold back tears.

“Everyone says she’s dead… if she isn’t coming back don’t lie to me! I’m not a baby, just tell me the truth!”

It was silent. Cora doesn’t care if she’s being dramatic. She just wants to know the truth. If her mom is dead, she needs to know now.

Grieving her whole life is better than waiting for someone who would never come back to her.

Before Malcom could say anything. Priya’s high pitch voice broke through the silence. Like the excited high pitch voice she has when she finds something exciting.

“Guys! Walker just sent a signal!”

Priya had her eyes focused on her tablet.

“The signals weak, but it looks like it’s coming from the the silk forest, between the High loom camp and the RDA facility that built up a last week.”

Everyone looked at each other in shock. It didn’t take any longer for Malcom to rush to Anqa and shouted for Priya to send him the coordinates.

So’lek gave Cora a look, as if to tell her to stay. He went off following Delgado out of HQ. Priya looked up from her Tablet and realized the mess of the kitchen.

“Whoa, what happened here?”

Sa’nop, is old. But his spirit is young. His days of running through the forest, doing risky adventures for perfect ingredients, were long gone. But that doesn’t stop him from still doing it though.

But the sky people sure do make it hard to have adventures nowadays. Sa’nop isn’t a fighter, isnt much of a good hunter either. Sa’nop is lucky enough to not run into any of those Sky people and their metal contraptions.

But luck seems to not be on his side today.

As he was gathering fruit for a dish that brought some good memories from the past. Sky people caught sight of him.

He didn’t have time to run, no time to reach for his bow.

But as if by some miracle, someone came in to save the day. A young na’vi! Or so he thought.

She came out from the trees behind him. Loud and violent. He movements sloppy but she got the job done. Sa’nop watched the girl rip out one of the sky people from their metal armor. He could hear the human cry out before a loud crack cut it off.

The body went limp and the girl threw it to the ground carelessly.

Breathing heavy, stumbling a little before looking to Sa’nop himself. The elder than seems to be able to take a better look of the one who saved him.

Four fingers. A Dreamwalker!

Sa’nop slowly approaching the Dreamwalker.

The dream Walker stumbled back a little. Holding her arm out to Sa’nop. Not for help. But as if a warning to stay back.

The dream walker’s eye lids were getting heavier and heavier. It wasn’t long till the dream Walker fell to the ground with a solid thud.

Sa’nop rushed to her side. Now closer, he sees the cuts and bruises on the skin of the Dreamwalker. Without hesitation the old man used all of his strength to drag the Dreamwalker’s body to a nearby cave. Saying a prayer under his breath to Eywa to help him keep this child Dreamwalker alive.

Mo’at gasped awake. Her hand goes to her heart, calming herself down. Immediately, she left her tent and rushed to Jakesully.

Neytiri and Jake were in their tent, having a small laugh as they were going down memory lane. Neytiri looked up from Jake to see her mother standing at the entrance of their tent.

After a moment, the three sat in a circle.

“Eywa sent a vision. A vision of the past, your past Jakesully. Coming back to you.”

Jake a Neytiri shared a look.

“Is this a good, or bad version.” Jake prays to Eywa it’s good.

Moat closed her eyes.

“I saw pain and blood. Hate and fear.” She put her hand up to silence Jakesully who was already going to cut her off.

“I saw closure, love. Unity. And acceptance.” Mo’at watched the two processed her words. The vision was sudden, as sudden as a gust of wind. It seemed cryptic to Jake and Neytiri, the first part of the vision shot fear in their hearts.

But the last part. Unity and love? Something Pandora used to be, whatever this past is that is coming to Jake. It will strike down pain and blood. Hate and fear.

But will also give closure and acceptance. Something many people need right now.

Neytiri watched her mother, she could sense something her mother was hiding from them. But she dared not question the Tsahik of her clan.

Mo’at was hiding something. A part of the vision that she felt needed to be held to herself. The vision of Jakesully’s past came in the form of another Dreamwalker. A Dreamwalker that did not share his blood, but shared a bond that could be one of kin. They shared strong hearts and bravery, a true warrior.

But right now, this Dreamwalker is scared, and filled with pain, hate and feared. And most of all, Dangerous.

The Dreamwalker’s eyes slowly opened. A groan escaping her lips, feeling a sharp pain in her ribs. She looks down to see she was patched up. But with leaves and cloth. The Dreamwalker eyes darted around, seeing the unfamiliar surroundings. She nearly jumped when she heard a voice speak.

“You are awake.”

She quickly sat up and reached to her side to grab a gun, out of instinct. But of course there was no gun.

She looked up to the voice. A Na’vi man. The Na’vi she rescued earlier to be exact. It wasn’t long till she contacted the dots.

“Lay back down. You must rest.”

The Na’vi watched the confusion cross the young Dreamwalkers face. He seems to understand now as he points to himself, tapping his chest.

“Sa’nop”

The Dreamwalker paused, processing the foreign word.

“Sanop…”

The Na’vi chuckled and shook his head.

“Sa’nop, Sa’nop.” He became more dramatic with the pronunciation. The Dreamwalker slowly nods before attempting the name again.

“Sa’nop.” You repeat the words, sounding like a baby to the older one.

Sa’nop nods and points to you. You paused before pointing to yourself.

“(Name)…” you said it slowly. Sa’nop repeated the name in a whispered tone.

“(Name) what an odd name. But many of you sky people are odd.”

Again, the Dreamwalker was confused. Not understanding a lick of what was just said. Sa’nop laughed.

“Eat, you are too skinny and weak.”

Sa’nop handed over a bowl filled with steaming soup. It looked like soup. Sa’nop watched the Dreamwalker look at the bowl in her hands curiously. Sniffing it before taking a glance up to the Na’vi who kind of just saved her butt.

Not wanting to be rude, she took a sip. Then another sip. Suddenly you’re downing the bowl of soup. Sa’nop watched with amusement.

The dream Walker set the bowl down. Bowing her head a little.

“Thank you…”

The small gesture of gratitude made Sa’nop smile.

“Here, eat more.” He continued to fill your bowl multiple times till you couldn’t eat no more.

You don’t remember how you even escaped the RDA. You know Ardmore sent you back to Harding, who wasn’t really doing a good job as head security now that you think more on it.

You remember seeing your weapons and other belongings, and used all your strength to rip off the damn shock collar that activated every 15 minutes. Than grabbed your things and bolted. How you made it out without a built between your eyes was something not even you knew.

Now, you have this old Na’vi man nursing you back to health. Feeding you food constantly. You swear, Sa’nop won’t let you be without food in your mouth.

“Ow!” The Dreamwalker hissed in pain. Sa’nop clicked his tongue.

“Hush. You will be stuck with this pain forever if you do not endure the pain now.”

Even if you didn’t know what in the world he was saying. You could tell by the tone he was telling you to suck it up.

A heavy sigh left the Dreamwalker’s lips.

Your not sure how long it’s been. You’ve been stuck in this cave. Doing nothing but eating and laying on the ground staring at the rocks and fauna. Sa’nop is trying to help. But it’s hard for him to help you when you don’t understand what he’s saying.

Once you were able to walk, Sa’nop forced you to fish with a spear. It was so random, most of all embarrassing because you couldn’t catch squat.

One day, Sa’nop was gathering. You came along, hoping you can map out the area. But it’s sort of hard to try and memorize surroundings when everything you saw was trees.

“Come come, eat this.”

Sa’nop handed the Dreamwalker some sort of fruit. She took it, taking a bite out of it, her ears twitched as her eyes widen.

“Whoa.”

It brings joy to Sa’nop to see you enjoy the fruits Eywa provides. You see everything with wide eyes, like a child seeing the world for the first time.

Suddenly, loud shooting was heard, immediately the Dreamwalker dropped to the ground. Grabbing the older man to the ground with you to cover.

You crawled over to a nearby rock. Peeking over. You see RDA, three AMP suits, three soldiers. And a scorpion in the middle.

Sa’nop peeks over your shoulder and sees what you were looking at. He frowns and grabs your arm.

“Come child. It’s not safe.”

You look back at the Na’vi man trying to lead you away from the danger. The two of you hear another shot echo in the air. The two look back to the sky people and see they shot down a large animal.

From what you know those things aren’t aggressive. The slightest noise scares them away.

You glanced and see Sa’nop looks upset. Anger and sadness mixes in his eyes.

The Dreamwalker’s brows furrowed. A slight pain in her chest. She grabbed her gun the had fallen to the ground, and ran off to the Sky people before Sa’nop could even grab hold of her again.

You hid behind a large tree close to where the RDA were posted. You checked your ammo. Not much, but as long as you don’t miss, you should be able to take them all out.

You peeked from the tree. You spot one AMP and two soldiers right near the the scorpion.

You pointed the gun scorpion, aiming at the weak spot. As soon as you shoot, you went back to hiding behind the tree as the explosion went off.

There should be one soldier and two AMP suits left. You slowly crept around to the soldier who was far from the two AMP suits, using your knife to slit her throat.

You climbed up to a large rock near by and shot at the AMP suit from behind, catching the other one’s attention. With no other place for cover, you use the AMP suit you shot down as cover, letting out a grunt as you lift it up and started running towards the other AMP who was shooting.

The moment you got close, you used the knife to stab at weak spots, twisting and pushing.

You ripped the soldier out of the AMP suit and roughly threw him at the rock you shot from nearby.

You began to catch your breath. You catch Sa’nop emerging from the hiding spot from before and ran towards you.

Immediately began to check for any injuries. It wasn’t long till her noticed the injury on your side had opened up again, bleeding through your bandages.

You gave the Na’vi a smile of reassurance, even though it hurt like hell now the adrenaline was gone.

“We must go, now.”

Sa’nop grabbed your arm. The two of you began to walk away from the messy scene, but stopped the moment a loud noise came.

The two of you look up to see a scorpion in the air, awfully close. They spotted you two. You held your gun up and pulled the trigger. Of course, you just had to be out of ammo right there and than.

“Shit-“ you attempt to cover Sa’nop. If you were going to die in this damn body. Minus well die protecting a Na’vi who should have left you for dead.

Before the scorpion could fire, an Ikran came flying down, grabbing and smashing the scorpion.

You watched with wide eyes. It was fast, and strong. You looked to Sa’nop who was smiling at the sight.

The rider of the banshee lands a few feet away from the two.

“Tsahik Etuwa, I see you”

Sa’nop stood in front of the Dreamwalker, greeting the Tsahik.

“I see you, Sa’nop”

Etuwa, tilted her head to look at the Dreamwalker behind the elder.

“She is no threat Tsahik, she is injured and needs help.”

Sa’nop gestures to the open wound on the Dreamwalker. Etuwa’s ears slick back, looking the Dreamwalker up and down with suspicion.

“Is she apart of the resistance?”

Etuwa walked closer, inspecting the Dreamwalker who seemed to get a better look at the Na’vi woman. The two met eyes. The Dreamwalker noted the unique beauty of the Na’vi of this one.

“…hey.”

You froze. Why the hell did you say that? She can’t understand you!

You mentally beat yourself in embarrassment.

The Na’vi woman stood straight staring you down.

“You are with the resistance no?” Etuwa surprised the Dreamwalker by speaking her language. All she could do was nod.

Etuwa took in the mess you had made. Noted how weak you looked. In seconds, eclipse came. Etuwa and Sa’nop looked up and see saplings. A lot of them, floating down.

Etuwa stepped back, watching the saplings float around the Dreamwalker. It was a sight never seen before to the two Na’vi.

The Dreamwalker watched with wide eyes, poking gently at one of the saplings. Letting out a small smile.

Etuwa and Sa’nop looked at each other in disbelief. Etuwa collected herself before speaking.

“You fight good. And protected one of my people.” Etuwa looked back to Sa’nop.

“Bring her to hometree. I will tend to her there. A heard of Pali are nearby.”

Sa’nop nods and quickly lead the Dreamwalker away. The Dreamwalker couldn’t look away from the Na’vi woman who mounted her Ikran, taking one last look at the Dreamwalker before flying off.

“Come child, stop gawking!” Sa’nop slapped the side of her head, snapping her out of her trance.

Summary: Jake Sully’s daughter from earth joins the resistance.

Pt.1 Pt.3

For years, you believed your father was dead. For years you grieved him. You were so young when he left, only having his dog tags and one single picture to remember him by.

No body to burn, no funeral to let your tears out.

It was painful.

So imagine the joy you had when you found out he was alive when you got to Pandora. Your dad, he wasn’t dead, he was alive! Not only that, but he became a hero to the Na’vi here, Toruk Makto they called him.

Then imagine the joy slowly turn into anger, than to pride and go down to dread.

Anger because the RDA lied to you for years of your father. Pride, because Jake did the right thing, and didn’t turn the other way when the Na’vi were in need. Dread, because you were on the wrong side of this war. And you just dragged your daughter in it.

Harding putting those men in front of a fire squad was just the last straw for you.

“You sure about this plan of yours Bub?” Malcom asked, glancing down at you as you scanned over a map you’ve been staring at for a good hour.

“Yes. I got Cora’s things packed. Everything is ready to go… we just got to wait on our new friends.” A small slimmer of doubt creeped in your tone. You were scared, reasonable. This was not only your whole squad’s lives on the line but your daughters.

Shes your whole reason for living. Probably the only thing that kept you from going bad like the rest of the RDA.

“You sure no one will start to question were your little girl is?” Malcom adjusted his vest.

“Trust me, they won’t wonder where a kid is around this time. The Na’vi fighting against the RDA like this is not what was expected. No one is going to wonder where a kid who plays no part in this fight is at.”

Malcom glanced to a picture of you and Cora, both smiling wide in front of a school. Ah, Cora’s first day of elementary school. Malcom remembered how he had to pick Cora up that day because Ardmore had you on some punishment that kept you away from home for three days.

“Unless it’s your kid. You know Ardmore has got this weird fascination with you.”

“But Ardmore isn’t here now is she?” You sighed, your tone sounded more aggressive than intended.

“I’m sorry. I understand that you’re worried about the plan. Things can go south real fast. But we need to try… please.” You begging tone caused Malcom to let out a heavy sigh.

For years, Malcom viewed you as a leader. A strong fighter who fought with honor and courage. But none of that ever let him forget that you were still a child. His own son, who passed long ago, would be your age right now. You were a child fighting in an adult war. A stupid war might he add.

“Okay. We’ll try it.”

Cora was scared, she didn’t understand what was happening. Why was she and Malcom running through the big rainforest right now.

Why did her mom have her things packed.

Cora began to slow down, running out of breath.

“Cora! Come on we can’t slow down!” Malcom grabbed the girls arm.

“I can’t— why are we running! My mom-”

Malcom cut her off, his tone slightly panicked.

“Your mom will explain everything once we get to somewhere safe. Right now we need to run, before it gets dark!”

The two kept running through the forest, their panting and heavy footsteps were all that could be heard. Cora wanted to cry, she already was. The mask that was allowing her to breathe fogged up every few seconds from her heavy breathing and tears.

Once the two arrived at resistance HQ. The young girl stuck to the now ex-RDA soldier like a koala. Hiding behind the older man’s back. Avoiding everyone’s eyes.

“Malcom Delgado, I’m Alma Cortez. Welcome to the resistance. I’m sorry we couldn’t send in a scorpion to get you two. I hope the trip here wasn’t too harsh?” A woman’s voice is heard, but Cora didn’t waver, choosing to keep her head down.

“We made it without running into any predators.” Malcom glanced behind him, seeing Cora suck behind him.

Alma noticed the young girl hiding. She gave a small smile, tilting her head.

“And this must be Cora. Hello, you must be tired from the run here. If you want to take a rest we have a living area where you can lay down.” Alma spoke in a soft and gentle tone, seeing how shaken up Cora was.

Cora gripped Malcom’s arm.

“… where’s my mom. You said she’d explain once we got here…” Cora’s shaky voice caused a long silence between the two adults.

“Come on Bub, let’s settle you down first, Kay?” The older man gently led Cora to the living area.

Priya came up besides Alma. Priya watched Cora and Malcom walk away with sad eyes.

“Updates on Walker?” Alma spoke, her eyes not leaving the two new comers, especially Cora.

“None yet, So’lek spotted Walker and her Squad recollecting near Threaded River 35 minutes ago. He lost track of them after that.”

Alma nods, not surprised that even So’lek lost track of the squad.

“Walker is good at tracking, even better at hiding.”

“But why would she try to hid from us?”

A grimace formed on blue face she wore.

“We aren’t the only ones watching her.”

“Miss Walker, I’ve been looking forward to properly meeting you. My name is Lilian Torres.”

You stared at the woman in front of you. Her long white coat made it obvious she was a scientist. You went back to cleaning your gun.

“You must be the one in charge of my Avatar?” You questioned. Torres smiled

“Ah! As sharp as the rumors say Miss Walker.”

“The rumors also say I’m a heartless bitch who puts a bullet in who ever tests my patience.” You set your Gun down.

“Why are you here Torres, I haven’t been in my Avatar for a month. Shouldn’t be any problems with it.”

Torres cleared her throat.

“Well, that’s the problem, you need to be in your Avatar at least once a week. If you’re to fight in it, you need to get used to the body.”

You sighed. For some reason, being in that Avatar just doesn’t feel right. You don’t like it, it’s not you.

“Ardmore really wants you to get used to the body. So please?” Torres began to beg. You stare up at her, your expression unreadable, but one thing was clear.

You were not happy.

“I’ll tap in before lights out.” You let out a grunt as you lifted yourself up, walking away from the woman.

It’s been three weeks. And Cora was still refusing to talk to anyone but Malcom. When she did talk, she asked for her mom, asking when she’ll be back. Asking if she’ll see her again.

Cora is no fool. She knows the RDA is filled with bad people. She’s scared her mom won’t come back.

Cora gripped her mother’s dog tags around her neck. Curled up on a bean bag facing the metal walls.

Alex and Priya were watching the young girl from the entry hub.

“Feel bad for the kid. Can’t imagine what shes going through right now.” Alex sighed out.

Priya nods, than let’s out an excited gasp “We should do something to cheer her up! I’m sure we snatched a few bored games from abandoned facilities from the upper plains.” An exciting idea that could help Cora put her mind off on the negatives.

“That sounds like a good idea… but she won’t even talk to us. Hell she won’t even look at us.”

Priya frowns. Alex was right, but she still wanted to try.

“Let’s ask Malcom what Cora is in too, maybe we could find out anything that could help!”

As the two ran off to find Malcom, So’lek(who was listening to their whole conversation) glanced over to where the sad looking girl was. Sulking like she has been for days.

She looks so small. Humans are small, but he has only seen adult humans. Children on the other hand, are far more smaller. He wonders what in the world The Hound was thinking bringing a child to Pandora.

“Do you know how long it took to brake you and build you up to be the perfect soldier?” Ardmore’s harsh tone could be heard, slightly muffled, but the sternness in her voice was clear.

“For years I took time to craft you into a murder machine! And you fall apart the moment you see that man’s blue face? Is that how easy you’ll fall?!”

You felt your head sway, blood mixed with your saliva dripped from your gapped mouth. Your heavy eye lids took more energy than needed to stay open.

Ardmore stared at your beaten and bloody state. You really were her favorite. She cared for you in her own sick and twisted way. Like how a parent would beat you till your bruised up and say ‘I did it because I love you’ sort of way.

But this wasn’t out of love. It was the want for control, controlling someone like you. Someone so strong yet so weak gave her some sort of peace of mind.

But right now, even when she had you chained up and beaten. She did not feel in control. And it was all Jake Sully’s fault.

After all these years, Ardmore thought you would come to hate him, he left you on a dying planet and started a whole new family like you didn’t exists! Yet here you are, caught trying to help your squad defect.

“You know, maybe it’s my fault too… I let you keep that kid. She made you weak.” Even if you had Cora far before you met Ardmore, that woman had enough power over you to take Cora away from you. Maybe you wouldn’t have been so easily swayed by Jake’s near existence.

“… just kill me.” Your raspy voice finally croaked out. Ardmore snapped her head at you. Kill?

Ha! Don’t make her laugh. Why would she just kill one of her greatest creations. You’re the Gray Hound for gods sakes! A name that sent fear in so many hearts.

Ardmore walked closer, her steps loud with purpose. “I’m not gonna kill you sweetheart. I’m going to punish you.” A twisted smile creeped up onto the older woman’s face. You could see the gears turning in your head.

“I think it’s time you properly take responsibility for your squads actions for trying to defect.”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. She won’t kill you, of course she won’t. Death is your only escape. And Ardmore will never let you escape.

“Is this yours?” So’lek held a sketch book with Cora’s initials on the top left corner.

Cora’s tired eyes slowly shift up to the large blue man. She didn’t speak, only stared before reaching out for the book. So’lek lets his hand lower for her reach.

“You made these drawings yourself?”

Cora only nods in response as she flips through the pages of the sketch book, stopping at a certain page before holding it up to the man.

“Mom.”

A detailed sketch of the girls mother was on the page she showed. So’leks brow raised, slowly lowering himself down to see the picture more clearly.

She looked younger from the picture of Gray Hound from the holo table in the HQ. Drawings must be from the young girls point of view. That’s what So’lek thought.

“Yes. Your mother.” So’lek was clearly not understanding why she was showing this to him.

“I heard you’re really good at finding people… can you find my mom?” Her question was more like a plea. So’lek paused, thinking on his response.

“Your drawings are good. You should go out into drayers bowl and draw the water falls and rocks. I’m sure she would like to see your new drawings when she comes to HQ.”

Cora’s brows furrowed. She understood what So’lek was trying to do. She thought on it, maybe it would be something nice for her mom to come back to. She always smiled at your drawings.

Cora stood up and grabbed a mask and oxygen tank and ran off to Malcom.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Tuk ran to her father crying.

“Oh baby girl, whats wrong?” Jake lifted Tuk up in his arms, having her on his lap.

“Why are you crying baby girl?” He began to wipe her flowing tears with his thumb.

“I didn’t mean to do it daddy! I’m so sorry.” Tuk sobbed as she lifted up what she was holding in her arms. A dead stingbat.

“I killed it! I swung to a branch and fell than killed it with my butt!” Tuk began to sob, holding the stingbat close to her chest with gentle care.

It took all of Jake’s will power not to laugh. He just let out a fond smile and gently took the stingbat from Tuk.

“It’s not your fault baby, okay? You didn’t know.”

Tuk slowly calmed down. She smiled at her father before giving him a hug.

“Love you daddy.”

Jake immediately hugged his little girl back, memories of (Name) came flooding in.

“Love you too baby girl.”

Familiar sounds of beeping from a monitor was all you heard. First it was bright lights shining down on you, practically blinding you. Then a blurry face came into view, looking down at you from an angle that you could only assume you were laying down.

The beeping from the monitor became clearer, as did your vision. The face that stared over you began to look too much like Ardmore. Oh, wait. It is her.

“Rise and shine sweetheart.” Her mocking tone echoed in your head. You winced, feeling an intense pain in your head. Nothing like the usual migraines you usually have.

Things were still a little woozy for you, but you were able to sit up. But…. Something felt off. Why was this room so small?

Your eyes shifted down to your feet. Blue.

Your brows furrowed, your head turned to Ardmore.

“Get me out of this body.” The expression of the avatar turned dark. The large blue hand gripped the equally large shirt on it.

Ardmore stood there with a twisted smile.

“No can do hun.”

The avatar stood up, tried to storm over to Ardmore. But Ardmore held up a small remote, and pressed a button.

“AUGH!” The pain was sudden, so intense it caused the avatar to fall to her knees. A metal color was wrapped around her neck.

It felt like an eternity till she shut off the shock color.

“…What have you done to me… where is my body!”

Ardmore slowly steps closer. Her steps echoed in the white room.

“Your human body? Oh. Oh do I put this lightly?” She stopped in front of the avatar who was on the ground dubled down. “That body is gone. Finished. Cold as ice by now.”

The avatar’s long tail curled. Its ears slowly slick back as its eyes widen. Seeing as she’s not wanting to come to terms with what was just implied, Ardmore decided to slam it down.

“(Name) Walker, is dead. Your human body. Is dead.”

The Avatar froze. Staring down at the gray marble floor in utter horror.

“You went crazy, and then got yourself killed trying to escape… you cost me a lot of money sweetheart. I’m not letting you go to waste.” Ardmore would go as far as sticking you into your avatar.

“Hey, but don’t worry. You’re still Gray Hound. You’ll always be Gray Hound.”

Her words translated to you.

Pt.2 Pt.3

Summary: Jake’s daughter from earth leaves earth to help protect the western frontier of pandora.

The RDA is rotten to its core. Nothing but greed. Maybe that’s why you joined. You would be dead if you didn’t join.

No money, no stable job. You got a mouth to feed at home. Little girl you took in not long ago. To say shes a pain in your butt would be an understatement.

She may be just a few years younger than you, but she’s still your baby. And your whole reason of living.

“Cora, baby come on I told you to pack.”

The teen looked up to see you standing at her door, dressed in your RDA uniform.

“I did.”

Your brows furrowed as you scanned the messy room and a suit case with a few pieces of clothes in it. You gave Cora a look.

“Little girl, pack your things. This ain’t a week vacation.”

Cora sighed and got up

“I don’t want to go to Pandora. I thought humans can’t breathe air there.” Cora lazily tossed more clothes into her suit case.

“You want that new gaming console you’ve been begging for?”

“…yeah.”

“Then shut it and pack.” You walked off as the teen’s loud groan echos through the empty halls of your apartment.

Halls filled with pictures now empty. Those were the first things you packed up.

The day you took in Cora was the day you realized your dad wasn’t coming back. The day you were told he was dead. The day you nearly lost hope in living. You found Cora, small, abandoned and crying.

Something in you just wanted to keep her. And make sure she was warm and safe.

It was hard, raising a kid when you were still a kid yourself. Giving up your own childhood for another’s. Alas, a small sacrifice for a greater purpose.

You sighed as you sat down on your bed, the door half-way open, your packed things neatly placed at the door. Your eyes shift to the file placed on your nightstand.

You grabbed the file and flipped through it with a frown. Pictures and details of your Avatar was all in the file.

Honestly, you don’t know why you were even given an avatar in the first place, didn’t only scientist from that Avatar Program get these bodies?

Then again, wasn’t that program shut down?

You decided to not think too much about it. You decided long ago to not question the morals of the RDA. As long as you’re paid and your baby is fed and safe. Your good. Nothing else matters.

Jake’s first time holding Neteyam, he felt pride. This was his son! Look at him, so small and beautiful just like his mama.

Now when he held Kiri for the first time. He nearly sobbed. His first baby girl… no that’s not right. He had a baby girl before.

(Name)

Yeah that’s right. He’s forgotten what she looked like now. Only her voice is clear. If he thinks hard enough about her he could try to form what she looked like.

If he still had that picture he had with him when he first got here. It wouldn’t be this hard to remember what she looked like. But no, he just had to leave it in the pod which got blown up during the battle.

So much is happening around Jake right now, time feels like it’s going too fast. Next thing he knows he has four kids. All his pride and joy.

But when everything is calm, when it’s just him and his thoughts. He thinks of that little girl. So bright and filled with love in a world that was cold and dark filled with bad people.

Then his mind moves to a darker place. What did the RDA do you to you when they got back to earth? Are you okay? Are you mad? At him, for not keeping that promise of coming back?

He left you alone. What was he thinking? Just leaving his little girl there. What an idiot, such a stupid, stupid man-

“Ma’ Jake?”

A sweet voice brakes him out of his thoughts. Jake felt a hand gently placed on his chest. When he looked up to see the love of his life, all those bad thoughts are washed away. He smiled and touched his head with hers.

The two have a small moment before Neytiri pulls away.

“What is on your mind?” She asked, concern and curiosity is mixed with her expression and voice. Jake let out a small sigh.

“Nothing my love. Just- just thinking about earth.”

At that, Neytiri seemed to understand. She gently holds her mate, her head rested on his shoulder.

Neytiri is well aware of (Name). She remembers Jake just wouldn’t shut up about you. Neytiri only knows the version of (Name) Jake remembers. And that is what she will think of you as well.

“Walker, I’d like to remind you, the dangers of having anyone wonder the age of 18 going into the cyropods-“

“Shut it. I’m not leaving my daughter on a dying planet.” you shoved your daughters documents into the soldiers chest, storming past him with Cora following behind, giving the solider a sheepish smile as she passed.

Now, you stood at Cora’s pod, “Okay. Your going to go to sleep, and when you wake up your gonna take it nice and slow okay?”

You gently strapped her in. The teen nods, trying to keep her cool, but it was clear she was nervous.

“I’m kinda scared. What if I wake up before we get there? Like that one movie.” Cora nervously fiddled with her bracelets.

You chuckled.

“That won’t happen. Just relax. Close your eyes. Everything will be fine. I’m right here. Okay?” You gave the teen a smile of reassurance, settling into your own pod.

Four Months Later after arriving in pandora

“Alma! Alma! Oh my gosh you will not believe this!” Priya rushed to Alma(who was in her Avatar). So’lek and Daniela along with Alex were at the hologram table with Alma.

“This is insane like- totally insane! Like-“

“Priya, get to the point already.” Daniela cut off the purple haired woman. Impatient especially after the RDA just set up another facility close to HQ, polluting the land around it.

“Right, sorry. Okay, I’ve been in contact with this RDA soldier right? Shes the one who’s been giving us layouts of new facilities and blueprint of the new AMP suites.”

“Oh yeah, the Ex-Marine right?” Alex asked as her pushed himself away from the hallo table.

“Yes! So you guys know how she didn’t give us full information about herself? Well I just found out why. This is our supplier ” Priya connected the large screen with her tablet. Showing a young woman in an RDA uniform.

Her name bigger than the bottom text, her whole info.

(NAME) WALKER

Alma, Daniela and Alex seem to Freeze. The three got too quiet for too long So’lek spoke up. His brow raised at the three.

“This one, is she not to be trusted?”

Daniela scoffed.

“No! Hell no!”

Alex chuckled nervously.

“This is… very unfortunate.”

Alma just stared at the picture than back at Priya for some sort of explanation and hope. Hoping Priya didn’t give too much information about HQ, especially their location.

“I know this looks bad…” Priya nervously says as she held her tablet close to her chest.

“Bad? It’s not like it’s Gray Hound Walker we’re dealing with- oh wait! It is.” Daniela’s distress came out as aggressive hand movements made So’lek look at Alma for an explanation.

Alma, sighed as she had both hands on her hips.

“(Name) Walker, aka Gray Hound is a level four threat, Ex-Marine, dishonorable discharge, multiple arrests charges, joined the RDA not so long ago yet made a name for herself in less than two years.. Like her code name applies, she hunts down defectors, sends them back to General Ardmore or…”

“Kills them off herself. Shes cruel and is as greedy as the rest of the RDA. Hell she could be a damn mascot for the RDA.” Daniela has seen Walker’s work up-close. And it was not a pretty sight. She rather eat class and die then work along with someone like (Name).

“Now just hold on a second, if our supplier really is Walker, then… maybe shes changed? Maybe she can’t take being in the RDA anymore?” Priya tried to defend Walker, even if she was suspicious herself, but was hopeful.

“Priya might be right, I mean, she even leaves scraps for us in certain areas. She’s been a big help…” Alex, who was a little reluctant to speak up about this was still not sure of this himself, but like Priya, he hoped for the best.

If they have someone like Walker on their side, then they might actually have a chance on more people joining the resistance.

“Or it could be a trap. A way for her to find us all and take us out at once.” Daniela folded her arms as she glared at the picture of the RDA soldier on the screen.

“Okay, okay. Priya, look more into Walker, if she really wants to join us, than she needs to prove it.” Alma gets a look from So’lek.

“Why should we let this, Gray Hound; prove herself? If she is the same threat level as Aedmore, she should not be trusted.” So’lek spoke out on the danger it will be if they so much as trust this girl just even a little bit.

“She has access to all the newest tech, RDA plans that could damage pandora more. Information that could help us take down the RDA. If she really does want to be on our side, we’ll have a major spy on the inside.”

Arguments still arose after Alma’s reasoning. Especially after Priya mentioned Walker having an Avatar. It was outrageous, someone like (Name) Walker wanting to defect, after all the pain she caused. It just didn’t seem right.

Finally, Priya was able to let out the plan Walker had given to Priya. That’s when it went silent again.

“… she has a kid?”

“Mom?” Cora peeked from a corner, seeing (Name) on the metal chair, head in her hands and gun on the table in front of her. (Name) lifted her head up.

“Hey baby…”

Cora took note of her mother’s tired eyes, more tired than usual, her tone firm as always, but sounded weak at the same time.

Cora walked closer to (Name) concern in her eyes. It seemed ever since they got her to Pandora, (Name) seems restless. Far more sad than usual.

She doesn’t cry, Cora has never seen (Name) cry. Even after so many people they knew who were kind to them before died, she never cried.

But she was just so sad it seemed like she was crying, just not on the outside; she cried on the inside. But that was just Cora’s point of view on it.

“You wanna see my Avatar?” (Name) offered, slowly standing up, moving closer to the younger one.

Cora smiled, clear excitement radiating from her baby face.

“Really? I can see it?”

You let out a weak chuckle with a fond smile. Cupping your baby’s face.

“Yeah, Malcolm is outside, he’ll take you.” (Name) watched her daughter quickly grab her camera and sketch book.

“Hey, be good to Malcom okay?”

“Okay, love you!”

The moment the door shuts. You sighed, slowly looking back at your gun. Your dog tag wrapped around it.

‘Gray Hound’

A name that is well known. Some know to fear the name. But others. Others who know the truth, know that you’re just a dog. A pet for Ardmore.

She says fetch, you fetch.

She says roll over, you roll over.

She says play dead. You play dead.

You’re nothing but a dog who does as they’re told. And you wouldn’t have mind if you didn’t find out you were killing your own men.

The ones who wanted to defect, you would report them. Thinking they would get hard punishment and then stationed somewhere else. The ones who would run, you’d hunt them down. Beat them a little if they made things too hard.

You admit you might have gone a little overboard on some, but Pandora is harsher. Worse than the trenches.

It was okay, you thought it was okay.

Till you stumbled upon Harding, putting four of the men you caught trying defect, in front of a damn fire squad.

You’re mean, harsh and just a straight up bitch sometimes, you’ll admit that. But never in your damn life would you purposely set your men up to die. It’s inhumane.

You could try and leave to the resistance with your squad and daughter, but that would just put a larger target on the small group.

So you made a plan.

You can’t leave, that’s a no-brainer. You can’t just let your whole squad defect, that would get you put under suspension and possibly killed.

So, the next patrol you and your squad goes on. You’ll stage an ambush. And you’ll ‘lose’ one of your men, that being your right hand man, Malcom Delgado.