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True Soul, by Suryallee
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Beta; Mala! ( I loved the sentence you added in the end^^)
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much I respect you for that. Thank you Mala, now it sounds better
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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.
Warning of silliness and
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*the italics stand for
native Na'vi language*
Chapter fife; the war
paint that wasn’t one…or a plan that went wrong…
The late evening sky of
Pandora darkened with its characteristic hues.
Max Patel stood outside in
the dark. The area that he was currently working in was of the few maintained
sections of Hells Gate. As Max Patel, watched the skies of Pandora, he sipped
his steaming mug full with coffee, occasionally lifting his mask to take a
careful sip from the black as coal colored liquid. Dark coffee was one of his
weaknesses. Coffee so potent that it was too strong to
stomach for the most of his former colleagues and army personnel. But
Max liked it this way.
A movement to his left drew
his attention, and made take a closer look at what was going on there. Max
watched what was going on for several minutes before deciding that he was
really better off not knowing exactly what Trudy was doing with those old paint
containers. Shaking his head slowly, he decided to call it an early night and
went indoors. As the air lock doors sealed behind him, Max thought that
sometimes, ignorance is bliss.
***
Trudy frowned while looking
down at her hands while thinking her payback plans for Tsu’tey through. It was
sheer luck that made her notice something strange that led to her thinking that
there was a slim chance of her getting back at Tsu’tey. The first part of her
plan was easy enough. It was the second part that was complicated and it had
taken some climbing and work to make it possible.
It was by chance that she
had overheard the other hunters talking about the amusing antics of their
Ikran’s. It was when Trudy overheard this conversation, she started thinking
that this information could be used in some way that could help her get back at
Tsu’tey for what he had done to her. What she had not counted on was the
stubbornness of a certain Ikran that strongly reminded Trudy of its rider!
***
‘101 how to get an Ikran to
do what you want.’
Trudy sat in the branches of
the current tree the Omaticaya Ikran’s were using to nest in, until the clan
found a new Kelutral for all of them. Since the temporary hometree that the
Na’vi were using for living and sleeping was too small to host the Ikrans as
well, the Ikrans were currently nesting on another tree a little away from the
temporary Kelutral. It was this little detail that made her plan workable in
the first place. If it wasn’t for this fact, other Na’vi would have seen what
she was up to sooner or later. But, since the Ikrans were on their own, the
only Na’vi that the Ikrans met was the hunters who came and went to this tree. As
a result, the Ikrans were usually alone for long for periods of time. No guards
were positioned at the Ikran tree, and no one looked after the Ikrans as they
could take care of themselves. All the above circumstances were factors which
made Trudy’s plan work.
To find out which Ikran was
Tsu’tey’s had been easy, but to get the mulish Ikran to let her near it; now
that had been work! This was despite knowing that the beast’s weakness which
was meat.
The Ikran of the Olo’eyktan
was a fierce creature; and was bigger and wilder than most of the other Ikrans.
His biggest weakness though, was his fondness for meat. Trudy had overheard the
other Na’vi warrior’s joking about that fact sometime ago. They had joked that
Tsu’tey’s Ikran followed nearly anyone who gave him fresh meat; especially what
a Na’vi called Yerik.
It took Trudy some time to
plan how to get Tsu’tey’s Ikran’s used to her. She knew from Jake that all
Ikrans in general never let anyone else besides their own riders near them.
Trudy just hoped that her plan would work and not backfire and that those
morons that she had overheard were joking about the truth.
While living on earth,
Trudy had often tamed animals like this; but to tame an Ikran was another
dimension in comparison to any Earth animal. Still, she tried. In the end, it
took Trudy much longer than planned to get the beast to like her - in a way.
Her plan worked so well that after she was done with her training of the Ikran, she had to endure it licking her each time it saw
her! Eaww!
Two weeks passed before the
Ikran came down from his temporary nest to accept something to eat from Trudy.
Yet another two and a half more weeks passed before he tolerated her standing
on the sidelines, 4 more weeks flew by before he even let her touch him; and 3
more weeks not to mention much, much more meat passed before she could finally start
working on the second part of her plan.
By the time Trudy’s plan
was ready to be put into action, she had become fairly good at hunting in order
for her to get the meat that she wanted to feed the Ikran. The irony of the
situation often made her smile to her self. In order for Trudy to kill as many
animals as she needed, she had to brush up on her hunting skills. She even went
to the stage of practicing her shooting skills with both a bow and gun. Not
only this, Trudy even resorted to her childhood knowledge of traps in order for
her to increase the number of animals she killed. When she finally reached her
temporary goal to have Tsu’tey’s Ikran used to her, Trudy immediately started
working on the next part of her plan. But somehow, she couldn’t find the energy
to start on the next part.
All that work to only
suddenly find out that she had grown so fond of the beast over the last three
months; that she hesitated to take the anger that she felt towards Tsu’tey out
on the now, strangely affectionate Ikran.
An Ikran that she had come to adore in the last couple
of weeks. What Trudy didn’t realize at this point of time, was that her
bonding with this Ikran would rebound on her later on in a way she could have
never imagined!
Trudy’s original plan was
that she would make friends with Tsu’tey’s Ikran, and then would somehow paint
that Ikran with different colors that she ‘found’ in Hells Gate. The only
problem was that now Trudy couldn’t stick to this plan anymore.
In the end, she did not
color Tsu’tey’s Ikran pink or whatever other colour that she could have mixed
together. Instead she settled for something else in order to teach Tsu’tey, who
still was infuriating as always, a lesson. Tsu’tey’s payback was something that
Trudy felt that she had to go thru with. Despite the time that had passed, and
the fact that she didn’t see a lot of his blue hide in the last few weeks;
Trudy still fumed every time she thought of the prank he had played on her that
day.
When ever she had seen him
in the past weeks, it was always from a distance. Jake had told her later that
every hunter was busy hunting in order to feed the clan; since they had lost so
many of the hunters in the battle with the RDA.
What didn’t help things was the fact that the next generation of Na’vi was
still too young and was a long way off from becoming full hunters in the near
future or attempting to become Ikran Maktors. Another factor that kept Tsu’tey
and Trudy from fighting was the fact that the few times that they bumped into
one another; Mo’at had prevented the two from getting at each other’s throats.
***
Trudy sat on a branch next
to the Tsu’tey’s big hovering Ikran and scratched it affectionately behind one
antenna. This made the Ikran make a noise that sounded like he was purring in
delight. The Ikran love the attention that he got from Trudy. Tsu’tey never
scratched him like this and he was enjoying the difference. Butting his head
against her small frame for more petting, the Ikran nearly pushed Trudy down while
demanding more attention. This earned the big Ikran a soft laugh, a mumbled
curse and the desired hug before Trudy patted his massive head and got up…much
to the Ikran’s dismay.
Sighting, Trudy packed up
her things, and started on her long trip through the jungle to back to her
Samson. She had *parked* it in a clearing not far, but yet far enough for the
clan not to get disturbed by it. The fact that Christina and Gregory had set up
a new school with the blessing of the Omaticaya near by, had helped her plans
along a great deal. Thanks to this, the Samson flying overheard became
something that most Na’vi got used to over time.
Thinking to her self, Trudy
felt that if her plan works, she would not be able to go near the big Ikran
ever again. While this was really too bad, it was better this way. Of that,
Trudy was certain.
***
Unknown to Trudy, for the
last couple of weeks she had been followed. As soon as Trudy had vanished
behind the greenery, Mo’at stepped out from behind the foliage where she had
been hiding, just in case she needed to rescue the crazy human who seemed to be
hunting. To her surprise, the sly female had been clever in her approach. In
fact, Trudy was a lot stealthier than she would have ever expected a tawtute to
ever be.
Not only that, she was
efficient as well! Mo’at still couldn’t believe the clever method that Trudy
had used to catch the yerik. She hoped the young woman would later teach the
younger hunters what ever she was doing. The traps were really useful and they
seemed to work really well too. If they didn’t work to well, Mo’at reasoned to
herself, Trudy would have never hunted down enough meat to feed the Ikran in
order for him to allow her near him.
If Trudy had been an avatar
driver, most clans would have been already been after her. She was a born
huntress, even Mo’at could see that. Let’s not forget how many males would have
been after her already as well Mo’at thought to herself. The last thought suddenly
made Mo’at groan. She could only imagine how many arrows she would have had to
remove or how many broken bones she would have had to reset if that would have
been the case!
Despite everything, Mo’at
had to admit that Trudy was quite brilliant when it came to getting what she
wanted. Mo’at would have intervened if Trudy had done something nasty to the
Ikran, but, she had not. And who was she to judge Trudy? In her youth, she had
done equally devious and not to mention foolish things and worse to Eytukan. The
dots on her face gleamed shortly in embarrassment while Mo’at remembered her
past.
Grinning from the memories,
the Omaticaya Tsahěk glanced at Tsu’tey’s Ikran before
she nimbly climbed down to finally go back to her clan. The fact that Trudy
could take care of herself, was something that Mo’at had figured out a while
back. The human was wood-wise, and even if the woods on Pandora weren’t like
the ones on earth, the young female had still known how to navigate around in
them without attracting any unwanted attention. She unfailingly knew how to
avoid to stepping on certain plants or lose branches in order to silently walk
thought the forest.
She would make it back safe
as usual Mo’at thought to herself. She also couldn’t help wondered if Trudy had
the slightest idea in what she just got herself into.
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The next morning, as usual
Tsu’tey got up to check on the tribe’s Ikran’s, and his Ikran in particular. He
was almost sick with worry as he urged the others with him to move faster. Of
late, his Ikran had been off food. As this was highly unusual, Tsu’tey was
worried that his Ikran was ill or worse. Whatever he expected, nothing had
prepared him for what happened later on that day.
Heading towards the Ikrans
as well, Norm was trying to keep up with Tsu’tey who was climbing really fast.
Since Norm was training to be an Omaticaya warrior, Tsu’tey had insisted on
toughen him up - as he put it. Also, Norm was had no choice but to climb the
Ikran tree since he had followed the hunters here to help them carry a few
things that some of them later would fly to the base.
At Jake’s urging, Norm
climbed a bit faster. As Jake was climbing up behind him, he was right behind
Tsu’tey when the Olo’eyktan reached the top of the Ikran tree, and took a step
back in surprise. Unfortunately for Norm, when Tsu’tey took a step backwards he
stood directly on him because he was so close behind. Before Norm could protest
at this, he noticed that Tsu’tey was standing and staring with uncharacteristic
shock.
“What, in the name of Eywa has happened to my Ikran?!”
Pushing Norm out of the
way, Jake climbed up to the Ikran perch and stood on the big branch that
Tsu’tey and Norm were already standing on. The first thing that Jake noticed
was that Tsu’tey was now growling in anger at the sight of his Ikran which was
standing before him. The said Ikran had
two new designs on the top part of his wings. The two pictures were parallel to
each other, and were painted in different shades of white, brown and black.
Despite the fact that it was usual to see an Ikran that was painted, the
pictogram’s somehow suited the large Ikran.
“Those are eagles.” Norm trailed off. Spinning around Tsu’tey stared at the scientist who
happened to be an Avatar driver.
“Explain! And what are ea’gles?” Norm gulped at
Tsu’tey’s expression, but quickly begun examining the pictures painted onto the
Ikran’s wings.
Pointing
at the first eagle, Norm told Tsu’tey of what he knew of those types of
pictures and what they represented. “Well,
I am normally the wrong person to ask…” Norm started saying, trying to
wriggle out of the situation he was in. He quickly changed his mind when he saw
the fierce glare that Tsu’tey shot him. Gulping again, Norm continued talking. “From what I know, they used to be tribes
of native Indian people on the continent of North America on Earth a long time
ago. They would typically carve something called a Totem pole from wood. They
may have been for luck or protection. I am not sure of my information, nor am I
an expert in this, sorry Tsu’tey.”
“What I do know for sure, is that the eagle, which is a bird that has
died out on earth a long time ago, were sacred birds to these people. Some of
their beliefs were that the eagle helped something they called The Great Spirit
travel to earth. For this reason, eagles were honored by most native Indian
tribes. Eagle feathers were used only
for important purposes during ceremonies, and only the tribal leaders would use
them as decoration.” After saying this, Norm fell silent and crouched down
to look at the eagle on the left wing of Tsu’tey’s Ikran to study it again.
“I have seen this eagle symbol before. At lease an eagle symbol that
looked pretty much like this. It was in a museum on
Earth that I saw it in.”
“amu sem – what is that and why would the eagle thing be there?’ Asked Tsu’tey.
Turning back to Tsu’tey, Norm frowned and said “a museum is a place where we collect and place things that have
historical significance together. It is for our children to go there and learn
from the past, and also see what things used to be like. I hope that is a good
enough explanation.”
“About the eagle symbol, I am not sure, but I think it was meant to give
protection, or to bring good luck. I am not certain, but most likely in the
past, the eagle image was meant to give higher, spiritual protection. What I do
know and am sure of, is the fact that only a handful people still know how to
correctly draw such pictures; and all of the ones I heard about still live on
earth. This is amazing!”
Since Norm was still
crouched down in from of Tsu’tey’s Ikran, almost talking to himself, he didn’t
notice the fact that other Na’vi hunters had climbed to the top of the Ikran
tree after them. Nor did he see the odd looks that he was getting from the
other hunters. By the time he had finished his explanation on eagles, he was
the only person who hadn’t connected the dots as to who the mystery artist was.
Tsu’tey was standing and fuming with rage, and Jake was reduced to rubbing his
face to hide his wide grin.
While all this was
happening, Norm was oblivious to everything. He was too busy with admiring the
work of art on the Ikran wings. The Ikran in question was currently eyeing him
curiously at the same time with an expression that seemed to say ‘maybe this
one had some meat on him too?’
Suddenly Norm saw something
odd, and reached over and fished out an object that was partially hidden from
under a hanging branch to the large Ikran’s left. All this was done while
moving slowly and carefully, mainly because Norm certainly did not want to
spook the big Ikran into attacking him whilst retrieving what ever he saw. What
Norm didn’t realize was the when he was retrieving the strange object that he
has seen, Tsu’tey’s Ikran saw what he was up to and almost seemed to flinch.
The Ikran risked a glance at his rider who was currently looking even angrier
if possible.
“Didn’t you tell me that Ikrans normally eat immediately after they kill
their prey, Jake?” Asked a very confused Norm. He showed the nodding Toruk Makto
his find. It was a chewed up piece of Yerik meat, which was still relatively
fresh. From what Tsu’tey could tell, it was not more than a half a night old.
At this find, realization came over Tsu’tey, and he got so angry that steam
practically came out of his blue ears. Turning to his Ikran he crossed his arms
over his chest and simply stared at him until the beast started looking rather
uncomfortable.
“No wonder you haven’t been
eating well lately!”
Behind him, several of the hunters broke out in barely suppressed laughter at
his muttered words. Without another word, Tsu’tey connected his queue to the
antenna of his still cringing mount and mounted the Ikran in one fluid move.
“Well, Normspellman;” He told the befuddled scientist, “I think I do know one person who isn’t
living on Earth right now, and who does know how to paint an eagle!” Saying that Tsu’tey and his Ikran flew off.
Turning to Jake, Norm asked
in confusion. “Care to explain to me why
I suddenly get the feeling that I have said something wrong?” Jake wasn’t
very helpful, mainly because he and the other hunters were too busy to laughing
their heads off.
***
Reaching the Hells Gate
base in record time, Tsu’tey only needed a short while to find Max Patel, who,
to his anger could not tell him where Trudy had vanished to. Perched a safe
distance away from anyone else, Tsu’tey’s Ikran received a lot of unusual
attention from Max as well as all the Avatar drivers on the base. Scowling
Tsu’tey took off on his Ikran again.
Guessing where Trudy would
be, Tsu’tey headed to the new school. Only to find out that Trudy had already
left. It was now the children and the two teachers chance to get fascinated by
the large painted Ikran.
Growling under his breath,
Tsu’tey flew back to the base. Only to find out that he had just missed Trudy,
yet again, by just half an hour. This Tsu’tey found out from some hunters who
had just arrived with their cargo. According to them, Trudy had just been
summoned by Mo’at. Tsu’tey kicked a branch in anger on his way back to his
Ikran. To Tsu’tey it was clear why Mo’at had called for Trudy, it was to keep
him from strangling her!
Looking at the symbols on
his Ikran’s wings he had to grudgingly admit that they looked odd but good.
Even to him. How the hell had she painted them on the Ikran’s wings? Sure, he
knew about painting, thanks to war paints and such, but Tsu’tey had never seen
a picture quite like the one that was painted on his Ikran’s feathers. Nor had
he seen such colors. Looking at the image of the eagle, Tsu’tey couldn’t help
but become curious about the technique that Trudy had used to get this effect.
Thinking about what Norm
had told him about eagles, Tsu’tey also realised that he really didn’t have a
lot to complain about. After all, Trudy could have done worse to him and his
mount. “No more meat for you today you glutton, you should be still stuffed
anyways!” said Tsu’tey to his Ikran before he patted him. No matter what his
friend did; he loved his bonded Ikran too much to stay mad at him for long.
At this stage, Tsu’tey
realised that it was pointless looking for Trudy, and he gave up his hunt for
the moment. Calming himself down by thinking that he could always kill Trudy
later when no one was looking; the Olo’eyktan decided to go and hunt meat for
his tribe instead of wasting his time looking for a woman whom he couldn’t seem
to be able to catch. Even as Tsu’tey began calming himself down in order to
hunt, he couldn’t help wondering how in the name of Eywa, had Trudy hunted down
enough yerik to feed his Ikran whom had always been insatiable glutton. The
hellion that he was after was small to begin with, and was a noisy Tawtute to
boot… how did she manage it?
In the meanwhile, Trudy had
received a lecture from Mo’at and two other elders of the Omaticaya tribe about
why one wasn’t supposed to paint other people’s Ikran’s. This lecture ended in
an odd punishment for Trudy that would last for the next couple weeks at least.
After that was over and done with, while Tsu’tey was still busy looking for
Trudy; Mo’at talked to Norm and Jake about the recent happenings. With the help
of Jake’s communicator, Mo’at even spoke to Max as well. It was Max who
explained things to Mo’at, and who told her about eagles and the odd coloring
of the eagles on Tsu’tey’s Ikran.
An interesting side
development of the whole episode was that several of the Na’vi hunters had
liked what Trudy had painted on Tsu’tey’s Ikran and now wanted something
similar. No matter what though, they couldn’t figure out how Trudy had painted
it onto the Ikran’s feathers. They just couldn’t get the same affect no matter
how hard they tried!
When Tsu’tey finally got
back to the temporary Kelutral after his very successful hunt, he was greeted
by a bizarre picture. To his utter shock, there was the woman that he had been
looking all over for. She was sitting on a sturdy branch while painting an
Ikran’s wing while the Ikran’s rider was calming it down enough for it to hold
still while Trudy painted as fast as possible. Glaring at the other huntress
whose Ikran Trudy was painting, Tsu’tey was about to dismount and start
yelling, when his Ikran suddenly recognized Trudy and was so happy to see her,
that it licked her face in greeting.
In the commotion that
followed, Trudy cursed while trying to reposition her air mask which had been
knocked off by the over enthusiastic Ikran’s lick. Tsu’tey nearly got thrown
off his own Ikran who seemed to be overjoyed to see its new friend. The Ikran’s
whose wing she was painting, got agitated by Tsu’tey’s Ikran’s unusual
behavior, and started moving around. Its movement caused one of the paint pots
that Trudy was using to topple over and land all over Trudy.
The day finally ended with
Trudy getting covered with the pot of paint that she has been using. When
Tsu’tey saw that, he laughed like a lunatic. A livid Trudy was finally seen walking
off cursing her bad luck in general and Tsu’tey in particular.
End of chapter.
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