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True
Soul, by Suryallee
Beta
version!
Beta;
Mala!
Thank
you a ton Dear! I realized when working the corrections over to learn from
them, that I have still so much to learn…even knowing the language now as I do.
Thank you, for making the impossible, possible for me; bows deeply in gratitude.
And I realized something else too, I am German and as such I often use speeches
or comments that are native to me but not to an English native speaker. Thank
you kindly to help me with this too, Mala! I wish I had you as a teacher in my
past^^ It would have helped me a world. She went through each sentence and
pointed me the errors out folks! This is what I call a true Beta. And I am truly
happy that I got so lucky to get her help. Please let her know if you liked her
help, I think she more than deserves it!
Love
you for the trouble you went through to help me=^__^=
Sincerely,
Suryallee
Disclaimer :
I do not, in any way or form own, any of
the characters, storyline or anything else of the film Avatar! I also did not
write this fanfiction to make any kind of profit from it. I merely wrote this
for my amusement and for my readers.
Reviews :
Thank you all,^^
Suryallee
Warning!
This chapter contains violence and bad language! If you aren’t fond of that, or
can’t handle it, wait for the next chapter!
*the
italics represent someone talking the native Na’vi language*
Chapter four; ‘The
Clash of the Titans’. Or, why you should
never put Tsu’tey and Trudy Chacon together in one place for any longer than
fifty minutes…
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Shii…blrblch!” bubbles filled with curses rapidly made their way
to the surface of Trudy’s bathwater before her head emerged from the liquid.
While rubbing her stinging eyes, which were burning due to cleaning gel, Trudy
went on cursing and talking to herself.
“That freaky, three times cursed,
arrogant, overbearing, bloody son of a bitch called Tsu’tey!!! Who does that
dickhead whose brain is the size of a fly think he is!?! OUCH! This stuff
hurts…ARRRGH!!!! I am going to kill him!! If I ever get my hands on that
lunatic, I am going to skin his sorry blue hide and make myself a toilet mat
out of it!! Or better still, I will just kick his
tailed ass up to Prometheus!”
Rubbing furiously at the smelly stuff on
her body that still clung to her skin like glue, and which smelt worse than ten
skunks put together, the utterly incensed woman continued to cuss in a way that
would have made sailors blush. That was mainly because Trudy had been trying to
get rid of the smelly gunk for the last three hours.
Under normal circumstances, Trudy was
not a violent person by nature, but Tsu’tey brought out the worst in her in the
shortest amount of time. So, thanks to everything that just happened, Trudy
Chacon wasn’t a happy person at all right now.
Does
the above explain the sudden over enthusiastic cursing? No?
To see how Trudy ended up in this
predicament, let’s go back a few hours in time…
Of course, Trudy had said yes. What else
could she have done? Although as soon as she said yes, some
of the strangest events of Trudy’s life began.
As always, things did start harmlessly
enough.
She had just said yes, and the sound of
the word was still on her lips; when a highly decorated and angry Na’vi male
suddenly crashed into the standing circle of Omaticaya Na’vi whom were standing around Trudy and Mo’at at their new Kelutral.
He was so livid that he was practically screaming, and was talking so rapidly
in Na’vi that Trudy could only understood a few words of what was being said.
The fact that he was followed by a couple of armed warriors from his own tribe
didn’t help Trudy think that this was a social call.
Whatever little Na’vi that Trudy could
understand from the yelling warrior suddenly started making her feel uneasy to
say the least.
“Mo’at? Neytiri? What the hell is going
on? What’s his problem?” It was Neytiri who answered Trudy, since her mother
was busy talking to and berating the male Na’vi whom was taller and more
muscular than most of the Na’vi men that Trudy has seen so far. As far Trudy could tell, the large Na’vi had
an injury from the latest battle; because the left side of his back still
showed signs of the flame guns of the RDA
troops. Trudy couldn’t help thinking that he must have been pretty damn close
to the guns when it hit him for him to carry such scars. The skin was still
irritated and red but otherwise, he was nearly healed already.
At hearing the sound of her voice, he
suddenly turned and stalked towards Trudy who instinctively crouched so that
she could defend herself if needed. Seeing this, the tall Na’vi warrior
immediately stopped, and literally froze mid-step. With a growl he turned again
and instead begun to pace back and forth in a cycle in front of Trudy and
Mo’at.
Neytiri stepped over, warily eying the
tall male all the time and begun to answer Trudy’s questions in whispers.
“This is the Olo’eyktan of a tribe that
lives south from here, far south. May I continue in Na’vi?” At Trudy’s nod,
Neytiri continued in her own tongue. From the sidelines, Norm walked over to
the two talking women, holding his hands up in a universal sign of, ‘no harm
here’.
“I
am only trying to help Neytiri to explain what’s going on to Trudy. I
can do this since I know Na’vi” said Norm when
the large Na’vi warrior growled at him. The other Na’vi watched Norm curiously
for a bit, but he nodded at them one at a time and kept walking on to Neytiri
and Trudy right under the eyes of the clearly angry Tsahik whose eyes he
avoided.
“This
Olo’eyktan has just issued a challenged of Tsu’tey’s claim on the bow, since
Tsu’tey had lost it in the battle. Normally, this is not possible. He and all other
challengers would have to wait for four years until the next meeting of the
clans to do this, but since you found it and handed it back over to our
Olo’eyktan in front of Tsahik, there is, what your people call; a theoretical
way?” Trudy nodded shortly, until here she
could follow the entire thing, even she wasn’t certain what to make of it.
Neytiri went on.
“He
is angry, and does not want to wait until the next meeting. Last time he as
well, the same warrior had challenged Tsu’tey but had lost in a fair fight. All
the other challengers lost as well, so the bow went to Tsu’tey and the
Omaticaya. Only the future Olo’eyktan’s or current Olo’eyktan’s can compete for
the right to wear it for four years. ” Here
the big guy snarled at Neytiri until a sharp word of Mo’at stopped him in the
tracks and he took up pacing around like an unleashed Thanator again.
For a moment, Neytiri glared at the
male, and then she shrugged it off and went on explaining to Trudy about the
contest and the rules that existed that had now lead to the current dilemma.
“As
I said, normally the rules do not permit such challenges between meetings. Who
ever earns the bow, keeps it until the next meeting. However there are
circumstances when this is not possible. One such circumstance is when the
current holder dies; another circumstance is when the bow gets stolen. In that
case, the former holder can challenge the thief for the right to get it back.
The latter circumstance is extremely embarrassing for the original holder and
almost never happens. Another circumstance happens when is an injury that
renders the holder of the bow unfit to wield it. As you know, the last reason is what has
happened here.
If
the bow got lost in a fight like what just happened, and if the bow was found
by someone who isn’t a hunter, a warrior, an Olo’eyktan or Tsahik, or if the
finder is a child, then the person who found it can choose a holder. Also as we
already explained to you, if the finder is of no rank at all, then he or she is
automatically ranked as one of the former, as a child or a rank under that of
the hunters and warriors and above. In your case, this happened, although your
case is complicated since you are no Na’vi and still a warrior originally, but
the elders have decided to rank you in the ranks of ‘no fighters’ for now to
get this matter settled.”
Neytiri glared at the tall Olo’eyktan
before continuing.
“He
heard what was going to happen. Most likely from one who must have seen us at
the base or from one of the elders. I don’t know from whom
exactly. But I think it is the latter, as my mother sent a message out to the
other clans that are still in the area since the bow was not found until
today. And now, due to the circumstances
this Olo’eyktan is challenging Tsu’tey for the right to wield the bow until the
next meeting…it would also mean you would have to go with him until then.”
After Neytiri said this a second flew
by, then yet another seconds came and went and then Trudy exploded.
“Beg your pardon? Not going to happen,
mister! I have enough of trouble here, I am so not going anywhere with this
aggressive guy!!” She jabbed a finger into the direction of the warrior who
instinctively took a step back when Trudy raised her voice in anger. It looked
like he had heard the stories that had been told about the little warrior
woman, as the Na’vi had lovingly had nick-named Trudy over the last couple of
weeks. Besides ‘little warrior woman’ the Na’vi had also nicknamed Trudy
something else that could be translated to Spitfire in English. Naturally,
Trudy was only called these names when she wasn’t around.
No one wanted a repeat episode of the
arrow tale with themselves as serving as her target.
Trudy glared at the towering Na'vi male
warrior, which was the challenging Olo’eyktan of the other tribe; and in her
eyes was a look of cold fury that would have frozen hell over if unleashed.
Just as Trudy was about to react to Neytiri’s information and explode in anger,
Tsu’tey chose to return back to the Kelutral on his Ikran. Following him were the
two Olo’eyktan that had requested to
call him back to came due to the challenger appearing at the Kelutral. Suddenly
Trudy noticed that Tsu’tey had a third hunter by his side. ‘So that’s who gave
Tsu’tey the updated news on what’s been happening here’ Trudy mused to herself.
With a look of suppressed rage, Tsu'tey
wasted no further time and dismounted in one fluid move from his Ikran and
walked past Neytiri and the others until he reached Trudy. Before she could
utter a word of surprise, he had already picked her up bodily and practically
tossed her over to where two warriors whom had just landed off their own Ikrans. One of the warriors who had been sent to fetch
Tsu’tey effortlessly caught Trudy and set her down. At this Jake let out an
angry exclamation and glared at Tsu’tey. Jake then walked over to Trudy and the
other two other warriors whom were watching things from the sidelines.
The person who caught Trudy after
Tsu’tey had flung her in the air was Awkey. He was an old contact of Trudy and
was the leader of the Dire Horse clan of The Plains whom she had met at Jake’s
birthday party. Next to him stood the female Na’vi Trudy knew to be the leader
of the Ikran Clan of The Eastern Seas. Stiffening
her back in anger the Olo’eyktan glared at the challenger whom stood before
Mo’at and Tsu’tey while calming her banshee down with soft words.
Awkey settled Trudy gently down but
wisely kept a sturdy hold on her jacked in order to stop the livid woman from
attacking Tsu’tey and the other Na’vi leader. While the scenario looked
somewhat funny to the onlooker; the scene was actually quite a serious
situation. By this time Trudy was so incensed, that she had actually managed to
wriggle out of the jacket that she was wearing, despite Aekey
trying to hold on to her and her jacket. Jake caught Trudy at this very moment,
and held her tight. He knew her well enough and wanted to keep the livid woman
out of the fray between the two leaders.
In the mean time, Tsu’tey and the
challenging Olo’eyktan of the other tribe had begun to throw insults at each
other, and slowly circled each other all while trying to find an opening to
start a fight. Even Trudy, despite being as angry as she was right now, didn’t
dare to come between these two powerful Na'vi leaders, after finally seeing
what was taking place. Trudy also knew enough to realize that this was serious
stuff here, and that she would get hurt if she interfered now.
Thinking things thru, she decided to
wait the fight out until a winner was declared. After that
happened, Trudy decided, she would then deal with the winner on her terms.
‘Hopefully it would be Tsu’tey’ thought Trudy. She owned him one for tossing
her around like a rag doll.
Standing next to Trudy, Awkey the Dire
horse clan leader raised his non existent brows at the mumbled curses coming
from the petite woman all were which directed at Tsu’tey. Exchanging a look
with the Ikran Olo’eyktan, both barely suppressed a grin; the young leader of
the Omaticaya was in for it after this was finished. And to judge from the way
Trudy was currently fuming, a dart shot at him would be the least of his
troubles, coming from this scywalker woman.
At the fire, the atmosphere between the
two leaders was charged with tension that snapped so suddenly that even Mo’at
had to blink when it did happen.
Tsu’tey, still enraged from the entire
event from earlier, surprisingly wasn’t the one who snapped first. Never the
less, still running high on his anger fueled energy, he effortlessly made a
backwards spin in the air, out of his enemies reach when the other leader
suddenly attacked him with his hunting knife drawn. Tsu’tey didn’t even waste
his time drawing his own knife; he simply used the momentum of his evasive spin
to power a second spin which put him into position to kick his opponent hard on
his stomach. That kick sent the opposing warrior flying several meters over the
floor until his back hit the wall painfully.
It was clear to everyone watching that
Tsu’tey was using the unfortunate aggressor as a vent for his rage about the crazy
situation that he was placed in.
Not waiting for his opponent to recover,
Tsu’tey crouched down like a cat and leaped over nearly the full distance he
had thrown the other warrior. Reaching him, Tsu’tey grabbed him by one arm and
then flipped him over his shoulder and slammed him again onto the floor.
Watching Tsu’tey beating and kicking the shit out of the other leader made
Trudy painfully clear just how dangerous and agile a fighter the Olo’eyktan of
the Omaticaya was when not holding back the slightest!
To her was also clear that the
challenging Olo’eyktan didn’t stand a chance with Tsu’tey. He couldn’t even
land a blow on Tsu’tey who simply dodged every attempt to hit or to cut him.
Still, the challenger did not give up; and suddenly he managed to land a good
hit and so got Tsu’tey off balance for a moment. That was all that he needed to
get up again and charge at Tsu’tey once more. Again Tsu’tey dodged the attack,
the only difference was that this time; he used his arms to block the knife
wielding hand of his opponent and used his other fist to punch his challenger
so hard that he was sent reeling backwards.
All this while, despite the fact that
Tsu’tey’s challenger had been using a knife, Tsu’tey still hadn’t used any
other weapon besides his body at all. From Trudy’s perspective; that body was a
weapon in its own right. Seeing how he used his limbs, strength and quickness
to dodge, hit or kick the other to great efficiency made Trudy appreciate just
how well trained Tsu’tey was. But the way the two Na’vi warriors fought wasn’t
like watching an old earth boxing fight or one of those old material arts
films; this here was real, bloody and messy. It was as ugly as only real fights
could be.
Both combatants used everything they
could to overthrow the other, not caring a shit about fair-fight rules or
such…it simply gave only two options here for both fighters: to be the winner
or to be the looser in the end. Suddenly Tsu’tey made another one of those
spins he seemed to be so fond of. While ducking down, he kicked up from that
position at his challenger’s ribcage. The sound of ribs shattering due to sheer
brute force made everyone flinch.
Na’vi bones were extremely hard to
break, mainly because the carbon fibers in them makes them
very strong. Trudy knew that. Despite that fact, somehow Tsu’tey had managed it
break at least two of his opponents ribs. As soon as
the challenger’s ribs broke, he fell to the ground, cradling his chest in his
arms and screaming in agony. The fact that the fight was over was instantly
apparent to Trudy when the Omaticaya broke out in whoops and the Na’vi warriors
that had accompanied the other leader, to the challenge started scowling.
Or…it should have been over.
Trudy who was standing with Jack and the two other Na’vi Olo’eyktan at the perimeter of the fighting
area gave a sigh of relief that the fight was over. Jake, Awkey the Dire
horse Olo’eyktan and the Ikran Clan Olo’eyktan all walked over to Mo’at and
Tsu’tey to congratulate them. While this was happening, somehow Trudy felt the
strange urge to look back at the looser of the challenge. Turning around,
Tsu’tey missed what his former opponent was up to. Unnoticed from everyone else
around him, the defeated Olo’eyktan got up, and with his face twisting in hate,
clutched his knife and threw it at Tsu’tey’s back.
Tsu’tey
who was talking to the people congratulating him, could not see the danger
coming. Somehow, Trudy found her voice and yelled “Tsu’tey! Watch out! He’s throwing his knife!!”
To Trudy the next couple of minutes
happened in slow motion.
Somehow Tsu’tey seemed to have heard her
warning and turned around quickly. At the same time, operating on sheer
instinct, everyone else moved aside from the group of chatting Olo’eyktan.
Mo’at instinctively crouched down to avoid to get hit by any kind of weapon, and
put her hands over her head for protection. Tsu’tey caught the thrown knife in mid-air,
turned it around in one fluid move; and then flung it right back at its owner.
The knife struck the defeated Olo’eyktan between the eyes and buried itself in
his skull all the way up to its hilt. His body kneeled over and fell to the
ground with a low thud.
Pin drop silence filled the Kelutral.
Nobody even seemed to breathe for awhile and everyone seemed to be frozen in
shock. Then slowly, without a single protest or making any noise, the warriors
who had accompanied the now dead Olo’eyktan came forward and took his body away
with them.
It was really eerie, no one spoke, and
no one moved…it was as if everyone else was frozen.
Finally Awkey breached the strange
silence. “This was against the rules. He
lost, and should have accepted that, instead he tried to kill Tsu’tey in a
coward’s way; by attacking him from behind…I pity his clan! It now has to bear
the shame he brought over them!” He turned to face Mo’at. “Your clan has the
right to declare war, will you do that or not?”
At this Mo’at shared a look with Tsu’tey
who, until that moment had been staring at his hand as if he could not believe
what he had just done. Mo’at shook her
head at Awkey. Clearly, to kill an opponent this way wasn’t exactly something
that happened very frequently. Even Trudy who admittedly didn’t know a lot
about Na’vi culture, this seemed to be a very rare occurrence.
After her silent consultation with Tsu’tey
was over Mo’at said “No! We will step
aside from our right. I am sure their Tsahik and I will find a way to reclaim
our honor and theirs in a less aggressive way. Eywa would not tolerate an
entire clan being punished for the stupidity of their leader, who seemingly was
unfit! What drove the former Olo’eyktan to name him his successor was something
that I will never understand. This defeated warrior
was a fool and was always too aggressive and never listened to his Tsahik or
anyone else’s reason.
The other two Olo’eyktan’s nodded and
made a sound of agreement. That settled the matter and that was that.
Tsu’tey who had been looking at his palm
again, suddenly looked up, raised his voice, and asked the two other Olo’eyktan’s
“Does anyone else here challenge me for
the bow?” Both leaders shook their heads and Mo’at nodded at that as if she
wanted to agree with their decision.
“Then
this is settled!” said Tsu’tey. With
that he suddenly balled his hand into a fist and walked over to the bow, the
thing that had caused all the problems to begin with, grasped it and then
vanished outside without another word.
***
In spite of wanting to return to the
comfort of Hell’s Gate, Trudy spent that night, settled inside a side cove of
the new Kelutral. Although the new hometree was big, it was not even half as
big as the former Hometree.
While sleeping with an exopack on her
face was uncomfortable, there was no way in hell she would have flown back to
the base in the middle of the night, she wasn’t that suicidal. Due to sheer
exhaustion, Trudy fell asleep easily, but a couple of hours later, she suddenly
woke up due to a noise next to her. Trudy’s long honed reflexes kicked in and
she shook herself awake. Her soldier’s training made her grab a gun and
position herself in front of the opening where she thought she heard a noise.
Bleary eyed, she watched two large feet appear through the entrance above from
what Trudy had thought to be a window. When Trudy say the rest of the inhuman
tall body of Tsu’tey come in thru her ‘window’ she lowered her weapon and put
it away.
Tsu’tey came into Trudy’s ‘room’ and
settled himself quite comfortably. Trudy, despite being curious about why
Tsu’tey disturbed her, kept quiet but raised her eyebrows at Tsu’tey from under
her exopack. The Na’vi warrior’s response to this was to scowl at the human
woman with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Both kept glaring at each other for
several minutes before Tsu’tey literally fired the first shot. “Stupid tawtute! Why did you keep it for so long? All of
this could have been avoided, but no, you had to hide my bow for the entire
time!”
With that he looked to the side with a
huff. All Trudy could do after that was
to gape at him for several minutes like a moron…who could blame her? Wait a second!
Did he just accuse her of having kept the cursed bow by choice?!?
Gasping for air, Trudy closed her still
open mouth with an audible snap behind her exopack. Then she suddenly stared at
the impossible jerk in front of her with an odd look in her eyes…a gleam
rather…a look that Tsu’tey didn’t get due to the darkness surrounding both of
them.
“Tsu’tey?”
She waited until he looked at her again
before talking again…this time with an, much too friendly smile on her lips.
“What?!”
“Give
me your hand for a moment, will you?”
A completely befuddled Tsu’tey arched a
non existing brow and then, against his better judgment did what she had asked
him. His look clearly told Trudy that he thought that she had just lost her
mind especially since she was lifting her exopack off her face. And that he
didn’t really believe her to have the power to do him any kind of harm anyways.
Much later, Tsu’tey would decide that
giving his hand to Trudy was one of the stupidest mistakes that he had made in
his life.
Because only a moment later, a very loud
pain filled scream woke nearly everyone else at the Kelutral up. The strangest
part was that this scream of pain sound suspiciously
like the voice of the Omaticaya Olo’eyktan. What was even weirder was the
immediate loud cursing in both English and Na’vi alternatively screamed from a
female voice and a male one in utter rage.
When Mo’at finally arrived at the scene,
Tsu’tey held a bloody hand with his other one, a hand that showed a clear and
full set of human teeth marks whilst Trudy sported a fresh bruise on one arm
and her mask missed one of the four straps that held it normally in place. Both
of them were still abusing each other. At seeing Mo’at, Tsu’tey promptly
pointed into the direction of Trudy angrily whilst addressing Mo’at in a voice
that clearly told her that the warrior could not believe this happening to him.
“She
bit me!! That crazy female did bite me, Mo’at!”
Trudy not wanting to be left out rubbed
her arm and also addressed Mo’at who, at that time had a hard time not to break
out in laughter or alternatively, hitting them both of them on the head due to
their childishness.
“And
he is a rude moron! He woke me up only to accuse me to have kept the cursed bow
by choice all the time!”
“ENOUGH!
Both
of you be silent. What are you, children?! Tsu’tey, if you woke her up only to
insult her, then you deserve that bite! And you, Trudychacon, you do not go and
bite an Olo’eyktan…however infuriating he may be, is that clear?!”
Both chastised adults huffed at that, than
at each other before both murmured a stubborn ‘fine’, and then started staring
at the wall opposed the other. Seeing this, Mo’at rubbed her temples and
finally sent Tsu’tey to his own sleeping place whilst she ordered Trudy to
sleep with Jake and Neytiri.
The rest of the night happened to be
uneventful.
The next morning,
however; not.
Trudy, wanting to wash up before flying
back to base, asked Mo’at where she could go for her ablutions. After thanking
Mo’at for the directions, she left for the river all while ignoring a sullen
Tsu’tey who was pointedly not paying any attention to her. Before leaving,
Trudy had asked Neytiri for soup or anything else that could be used as a
cleaner. Neytiri had told her that she would lay it on one of the rocks out for
her before she got to the river. So when Trudy got to the river and found some
strange looking green stuff that lay at the riverbank she assumed it to be the
soup equivalent that Neytiri had told her about. Half an hour later, a scream
of utter female rage rang through the entire forest.
This now brings us back to the Trudy,
currently sitting in a bathtub at Hells Gate in the end, cursing a certain
Olo’eyktan to hell and back whilst washing herself for
a second time for the same day.
Trudy had innocently used the ‘green
soap’ that she thought Neytiri had left for her. Sadly, it turned out to be
something else entirely. Only moments after being hit by water, the strange
stuff begun to stink so terribly that she nearly fainted due to the smell.
Hearing Trudy scream, Neytiri and Tsu’tey both ran towards her. Neytiri who reached her first, immediately realised what had
happened and promptly looked accusingly at Tsu’tey. But the warrior just
shrugged his shoulder as if wanted to say; I wasn’t it.
Of course, everyone did know that it
must have been him, but since no one could had any
proof it, Tsu’tey got away with it. The grin on his face when Trudy met
him later on was all she needed to know about is guilt.
‘Ok,’ though Trudy while climbing out of
the tub finally and reaching for her towel; ‘if he wants war so badly, he can
get a war!’
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