The Shaman

CHAK’DE

Chak’de is an older Yautja from a swamp like terrain, she stands at 8’3 and carries the bulk of her muscle in her upper body. Her colors are somewhat similar to that of the OG jungle hunter but have muddier brown toned greens instead of yellow. She is a reinforcer, similar to Wolf, and between breeding cycles spent her time hunting rogue bad bloods and xenomorph infestations. Chak’de has 3 children prior to meeting the Hulanta, two daughters and a son. After spending time on Pandora attempting to court her now life mate she decided to attempt to genetically engineer herself and, with the help of her eldest daughter ad several months of work, they successfully encode Na’vi genetics into her DNA, giving her a kuru, bioluminescent spotting and changing her color markings to be closer to the stripes of the Hulanta.

Auta

Chak'de's sleep cycle had started as any other, her hunting ship was entering a slow orbit around what humans know as Alpha Centauri A, while she prepared for cryostasis. The ships system was set to only wake her for new Hard Meat hives or in case of emergency. And that was her plan, float quietly in her designated sector until she was needed. It was boring but her kids had grown, they didn't need her anymore. The last thing Chak'de heard was the quiet hum of her ship and sleep pod before everything went dark.

Her peace was interrupted by the blaring alarm in her mother tongue 'DHA-VIATH H'KA-SE - GKIN-MARU THEI-DE'. The smell of smoke floods her senses as she leaps into action, grabbing her bio mask and making a B-line for her control module. Before she's even sat in her pilot's seat she can see the screens through thick smoke telling her to abandon ship and the stars blurring as she enters a free fall. That's when it hits her. Her ship was beyond saving.

Chak'de's head throbs in pain as she forces the broken doors of her escape pod open. The acrid smell of burning plants and plasma seeps in through her biomask as its visuals glitched and stuttered, only serving to frustrate her. It clearly wasn't functioning properly, one more issue to fix. She discards her biomask into he seat of her pod, it was of no use to her in this state. The exasperation quickly grew as she circled the pod, the mud of the nearby stream was thick and warm, she feels her feet sinking into the mud as she trudges through it. Smoldering holes in the shimmering metal pulls her attention from her surroundings. The damage was bad but it couldn't compare to anything a bad blood would have done, the holes looked familiar, it mirrored the damage done to her clan elder's ship when he was ambushed on Earth. But those beings had never come into this sector, even well after they developed their archaic space travel. Why would they be here now?

Chak'de shakes her head, attempting to clear her mind of these questions. They have to wait until later. She looks around, sniffing the air and flaring her mandibles slightly, attempting to take in as much information as possible. The flora and fauna she can see are massive, one strange skittish animal in the tree line seeming to stand close to her own hulking height of 8'3. She knows what planet this is. Very few of her people had returned alive, the few who did told stories of massive animals and clans of even larger sentient beings who move in perfect harmony with their world. Chak'de knows then that she has to find her ship. And fast.

With nothing more than her wrist blades, Chak’de begins the search for her wrecked ship. It couldn’t have landed that far and as long as she stayed near the stream there was no possibility of her getting lost. Knowing the creatures of this planet easily beat her in size and strength, a fight is the last thing she wants. Her heart was hammering in her chest, head whipping around at every noise and movement. The strange planet seemed to practically hum with life and energy, plants glowed under her feet as animals darted away into hiding. Smoke billowing out of the tree tops of the forest a few miles ahead of her catches her attention, despite her training she breaks into an almost frantic sprint, losing her focus on her surroundings.

Which is how the tall Na’vi woman breaking down clay beads into a basin of water slipped completely under her radar...

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The Navi woman's deeply tanned, purple skin glistened with sweat under the afternoon sun. Fwo'gopyu hums quietly to herself, the tune of her mothers songcord, as she works. The sound of crunching twigs and rustling leaves stops her in her tracks. Her ears perk up and she whips her head around to the left, staring into the tree-line with her one eye. Despite her poor vision she can make out the figure of something large charging at her and she springs up from the ground. She pulls a knife from her chest covering and watches the shape as best as she can, crouching slightly and preparing for a fight.

It was shorter than her, covered in muddy greens and browns. The naive woman's heart stutters in fear when it bursts through the bushes, the only thing she can compare it too in her mind is a Palulukan. It lets out a loud frustrated roar and Fwo'gopyu leaps into action, launching herself at the creature and landing a firm kick to its jaw.

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Chak'de is suddenly knocked off her feet, pain stinging through her jaw as she catches herself and springs up as quickly as she can. Wrist blades drawn she lunges at Fwo'gopyu, only to have her feet kicked out from under her. Chak'de lands with a solid thud, flat on her back and before she can recuperate, the Navi woman is on her, ornate crystalline knife held to her throat and screaming in an unfamiliar language. Quickly deciding that pleading for mercy is better than her sector being unprotected, she puts her hands up, she didn't come looking for a fight and doesn't plan on dying yet. Fwo'gopyu pauses for a moment, recognizing the submission and defeat, she pulls her knife away from Chak'de's neck ever so slightly.

"Who sent you?" Fwo'gopyu spits out, stunning the older woman, how does she speak a human language?