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Cpl Art rode his green and blue streaked ikran ,Fear, over the Hallelujah Mountains. The rain beat against him and soaked him. It washed away the strain from conflict and, temporarily, put him at ease. He balanced as he removed his hands from the reins and did a weapons check.

First, both knives. One of RDA steel, the other of curved red bone taken from a Navi that tried to kill him. Last, an avatar recom sized revolver, straped at his back waist. All there and ready. His blue hand shielded his eyes from the rain as he scouted the flight path for the Unattainiam shipment.

He hung in the air for a few seconds before dropping into a dive. Fear tucked her wings as they dropped. He glanced around in freefall. The water droplets appeared suspended. For some reason he began to laugh. He fought the urge to yell out in excitement. Every day on Pandora was a test. A test of guts and survival. Several thousand feet above the ground he leaned back, signaling Fear to spread her wings and slow down. As soon as he had come to a hover, the ambush sprung. Arrows flew and Fear reacted with a sharp roll. He held on with one hand and pulled his revolver with the other. He fired through a Navi that got too close and banked hard to his right. The first Navi and it's ikran crashed into the floating rocks and hung in the vines. The other two yipped and yelled as they attempted to block him in. The next closest circled and fired his arrows. One sunk into the metal of fears saddle. Art glanced at it and and muttered; "Too close for comfort."

He disconnected from Fear and lept into the vines behind a large bolder and waited as she led them around. "Skxawng fell off of his ikran!" One of them shouted. Thankful for the navi language lessons, Art waited with his revolver ready. "Yeah, take your nasty metal with..."

He started before seeing Art a second too later before joining his friend in the vines.

The last hooped and took off in the opposite direction. "Fair enough." Art replied.

Fear swooped around and Art dropped off into he saddle. "Good job girl, wadya say we loot some quieter weapons huh?" He said eyeing the warriors and their rides. She screeched is response as they circled in.

Pt1

Recom Quaritch called Cpl Art to his office.

Art stood at attention, waiting to be debriefed. Quaritch looked him up and down. His view lingered on the na'vi style blade on Art's left flank, opposite the standard matt black military issue on his left. "I need someone with your... approach." He knew the others weren't a fan of his using the natives weapons, but, when in Rome...

"Sir?" Art's brows creased. Quaritch pursed his lips. "Discretion is the name of this mission. High command will be in the dark for this one, but, the juice is worth the squeeze."

Avoiding repeating himself, Art waited for further explanation. "This is Qu'Tee." Quaritch held out his hand and a Navi woman came out of a side room. She came up and once she was close, she bared her fangs and hissed. Art just looked at her, to Quaritch and back. Quaritch cracked a smile. She leaned back, possibly impressed? He wasn't sure.

"At ease marine, yall will need to get acquainted. The tribe she belongs to is at war with everyone else, and she has agreed to give up their locations for safe passage back. She can speak broken english and fluently in the NSL (Navi Sign Launguage).

Art looked her up and down. She was shorter. Her head came up to his chin. Her sleek muscles showed through her woven leather leggings and her top shaped like vines. She had a beaded handled blade at her hip and a decorative bow and quiver. Her stripes swirled like smoke sprawling across her body. Her hair was tied back woven around her Kuru (Neural Queue).