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True Soul, by 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.

Warning of silliness and fluff ^^

*the italics stand for native Na'vi language*

Notes; I was very sick the last year. I had several ribs inside my eyes corneas on both eyes that healed only slowly and had an surgery on one of them too. What is why I did not update for most of the last year. I simply could not read. I could not work on a computer and was forbidden to use any for almost seven months straight. I still can only use it in intervals only and not for a longer time. So, please forgive me for not update them all for a long while. If someone is interested, I wrote three stories in the Lord of the rings fandom and posted them last week. I hope that my next check turns out better when the last ones. I hopefully will update now more again. Sorry for the long wait, I hope you will like this new chapter.

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Chapter Seven: Misery loves company…

In the following days, Trudy did her best to avoid the avatar link station and everything that had to do with her avatar. Max, Norm and the others shook their heads at this but accepted it, albeit grudgingly, that Trudy needed her time to deal.

In the meanwhile, they concentrated on the other drivers.

Two of them had issues like Trudy too. One of them was Sam Braneys, a marine that had taken sides with the scientists in the battle and had helped the Na’vi. Sam had major issues actually; he had religious troubles, since he came from a sect on earth that forbade to even using blood when injured or otherwise. Medical attention was already troublesome enough, but the body of the avatar was a huge thing to deal with for the man.

Sure, being in the marines had fast taken care of the most troubles with medicines or healing aids but still the avatar was a big issue for him. Sam like Trudy needed a while to come to terms with it. Currently he tried to find an accord between his believes and the need to have more avatars to use them in aid for them all. He was a middle-aged man that had to face an avatar that was almost thirty years younger as he was. Sam was fifty-two and nearly in age of retirement. His was the youngest of the avatars alongside Trudy’s avatar. The man was often found in the link areal, sitting next to the blue giant in the tube. Just looking at it or inside an old looking book and shaking his head, mumbling curses at Grace under his breath along with what she was thinking when she made him one. He was using the Bible to try to find out what he should do now.

Even Norm left him alone to his brooding.

Two nights after the others had found out, a tall shadowy figure crept on silent feet inside the no longer fully alert compound.

Tsu’tey looked around tensely. He just hoped that no one saw him running around here! Jake had told him, Mo’at, and Neytiri about the avatars Grace had made in secret. He was just as curios as everyone else. Actually he was probably the most curios of them all… if he was honest, what he wasn’t. He refused to acknowledge it with a persistence that had Mo’at shake his head at her mulish Olo'eyktan.

Currently Tsu’tey had reached the window lane of the link station of the tall buildings, situated on the northern side of the compound. Directly before it, lay the garden and the housing for the avatars not on use from the drivers. His curiosity drove him over to the house to look inside. The avatar of Christine, the teacher lay next to his lookout point. Her long beautiful braid was held from her hands while the avatar looked asleep. He knew that she wasn’t really here; still Tsu’tey couldn’t help to wonder. He knew some of his hunters had an eye on the gracefully teacher of the children of his clan. As well as some of the other clan’s warriors, hell, even Awkey was smitten with the always-smiling female. Grudgingly he had to give her credit for being uncommonly beautiful and her queue was as lovely as her character. There had to be some truth on the saying of the clans that ones queue showed ones character. Christine seemingly was a true sign to that phrase.

Well, if you didn’t count Jakesully in, that was, that skxawng defied practically every rule!

Tsu’tey gave a snort and made his way over to the window-line of the link station. Sure. Jake’s queue was longer than average and true too, he didn’t look half as bad as the most of the other avatars but he was still a skxawng! Sniggering softly Tsu’tey avoided the plants on his way that could have given his position away and finally reached the first window.

Inside it was almost darker as outside.

It made it not easier for the Olo’eyktan of the Omaticaya to see enough. He finally spied the new tubes on the other side of his window and cursed.

“You know, I could simply let you in if you want to have a look around, Olo’eyktan. No need to spy through windows…” Max amused voice from above Tsu’tey made the poor Na’vi jump up two meters in his shock. Looking up with a scowl Tsu’tey tried to gather the rest of his dignity and wanted just to give the infuriatingly grinning man a piece of his mind when Max beads him to it. “Wouldn’t be the first time one of the clans comes in the deep of the night to have a look around…” The man gave Tsu’tey a smile. “If you want, I can open the doors. Wait at the shots I will be there in a minute. Oh, and this part is still under security all night and day, due the predators.” He told the tall Na’vi leader with a wing, before he disappeared from the windowsill one story up and closed the window again.

Tsu’tey cursed, he should have thought of that, he guessed, it was only smart to do so.

Trotting over to the big door, he grumbled under his breath; so much for staying undetected…

A few moments later Tsu'tey stepped into the link areal for the first time of his life. He had to duck his tall frame, since the ceiling of the place was much too low for him to walk upright. Despite his hate of all things human made, he was fascinated. Max was good in explaining him the several monitors and their specific uses as well as the link-beds and how they worked. It was clear that he had done so before and Tsu’tey planned to find out to whom.

So, he could lecture them later, not heeding that he was now equally bad as them.

Finally, Max showed him the tubes with the still unused avatars of Grace making. The man was rather proud of his mentor’s accomplishments, Tsu’tey could tell. He could even see why and pointed that out to Max immediately in his blunt way. “They look more Na’vi as the most other ones.” Stepping around the one that held Sam’s avatar, he whistled softly. The human who Tsu’tey did know from sight, was a lucky male. The avatar was bigger when the most Na’vi, taller and broader in the shoulders. It would make the driver a fine warrior if he chooses to drive it. He could also tell that the cursed fifth appendages on hands and feet were missing on this one.

The tail was long enough for once to balance the body rightfully and the queue was above average too. All in all Sam would have no problem to find a tribe to take him in. he had occasionally seen the man since the war. Tsu’tey’s impression of Sam was good; he was silent, observant and didn’t skirt the tasks given to him that the others in the camp didn’t like to do. The former warrior was a calm character with a sharp sense of humor. He had watched the reminding humans for quite some time and knew this to be true. Overall, Sam would be a good hunter and warrior once trained Tsu’tey could see that.

The next tube held a surprise.

The body inside was that of a barely grown female. A female that Tsu’tey had no trouble at all to recognize, even looking slightly different from her current form. Luckily, for Tsu’tey, Max was shortly distracted or he would have seen the dazed wide eyes of the Olo’eyktan and have heard Tsu’tey’s struggle for breath in his shock.

Trudy.

There was no doubt on it this was her avatar. Jake had been right then, Tsu'tey mused whilst slowly rounding the metal tube that held the sleeping avatar. His eyes missed no detail. The mind was busy calculating and mentally evaluating all that he saw. Like Sam’s avatar, hers missed too the extra digits that the more human looking ones still had. The tail was perfect; he could tell already that she would have a good balance later and the entire body told of a good bone structure and healthy frame. She would have fewer troubles with swinging or running.

He whistled lowly under his breath.

The queue got his inquiry in less than a moment; it was longer as even his! Good for a hunter on a Banshee she would have the envy of the most females in and outside of his clan when they saw her Tsu’tey could already tell. Thick hair covered it delightfully already like a rope; with a shudder, he ripped his gaze from it. Without her strange human nose, the face of his late nemesis suddenly became seductively eye-catching too. The Na’vi swallowed hard and noted that said new nose was better formed as that of Jake or Norm. She would have not as much of the problems with breathing that the rest of the avatar drivers had as far as Tsu’tey did know.

He had enough dignity to not look at certain anatomy parts; even the curiosity was killing him!

Tsu’tey was raised better from his sa'nok and his Sempul to do such a thing… still it irked him immensely to not have the right to peek. Shaking his head, he got his brain back on track. This was ridiculous! The glowing spots seemed to be in the right places as were the stripes. Like Christine, the teacher, Trudy would have no problem at all to find herself a mate… and why was that thought suddenly making him uncomfortable?

Tsu’tey scratched a spot behind his left ear in confusion and noted annoyed that he had a problem with it.

Why, he could not really say but he had, end of story. Actually, it was more that he refused to think about it but even the acknowledgement of that was ignored from him. He turned to Max who was the silently watching him. “Why is she still inside of that thing?” His finger pointed shortly at Trudy’s avatar and then at that Of Sam. “And he too? It makes no sense.”

Max sighed and motioned over to a sitting area in the station. This would take a while.

Later the night found Tsu’tey inside of his cave inside of the temporally Kelutral replacement, pondering what he had learned. The Tsahik had seen him come back but Mo’at had not stopped the obviously thoughtful Na’vi when he went straight to bed.

Actually, if he was honest with himself, Tsu’tey could understand the two, somewhat at least.

He wondered how Sam had ended up in the Warriors guild of his people in the first place, since his religion on earth seemingly was a rather peaceful one. Tsu’tey mused it had been out of necessity rather than something else. The man was a pilot like Trudy. Moreover, Max had explained to him that Sam’s people did no longer exist on earth since the last bigger war had taken their enclave there out with a bomb that should have never been used in the first place.

Tsu’tey shuddered; the man was like his own people.

Only difference, he still had a rest of his clan, Sam had no one left, not even his home. Only his religion was left for the man… Tsu’tey felt rather bad for the man out of the sudden. It made it easy to understand why the man had fought with them against the others. Like Trudy, Sam was the lone survivor of his people. Tsu’tey could relate even to his struggles with accepting the avatar.

In his shoes, he would have had the same problems even his would have other roots, Tsu’tey thought.

Already his crafty mind tried out several plans how to approach the man. The best choice was Mo’at, he figured. She would know best what to do and say Tsu’tey were certain. Eywa would find her way to him. Of that, he had no doubt. The man was one of the ones he planned to keep for the Omaticaya. Sam, Christina, her co-teacher, Normspellman, and several others of the avatar drivers he knew from before the war.

Turning he added another name to the list, Trudy’s and if he had his way she would not even have time to protest either.

Inside her room, Trudy awoke with a nasty feeling in her stomach. Shrugging it off she rose to get ready for the day. She stopped death in her tracks looking at her window. On the outside, a seed of the Atokirina floated along the frame of the glass. Trudy watched it float around the entire frame for a while. As if it searched a way inside she mused, knocking against the glass she smiled at the softly glowing Atokirina. “There is no way inside, you know? All closed to keep the air in.” With another smile, the woman went on her way.

When she came out of her bath again, Trudy got the shock of her life.

Meanwhile she had washed up; the entire window had slowly been covered with little seeds of the holy tree of Eywa. The provided enough illumination to light the room! Fascinated she watched them floating in front of her window whilst shaking her head. What nonsense was this?

“Sorry little guy’s, can’t open it for you” She told them with a soft smile.

On her way to breakfast, she watched amused the seed’s follow her outside along the windows, what confused her greatly. Trudy resolved herself to ask Mo’at soon what they probably wanted from her. Suddenly the entire bunch floated away.

“And you are really sure that this will work?”

Trudy asked Max this for the sixth time in the last hour. The scientist rolled his eyes and resolutely closed the lid of the link bed. He knew of her fear, although he had no doubt that she would be fine. Grace had known what she was doing when making the avatars. He remembered the episode she told him about. He had been there that fateful day. It hadn’t been a nice experience to lose the driver along with his avatar!

Rather one of the uglier losses.

He could relate to Trudy’s fears and worries. Still, her asking the same all the time got slowly on his nerves! Inside the link bed, Trudy cursed and then fell silent. Finally, Max thought, a little peace! Outside the link station, Trudy awoke inside of her avatar for the first time. The vision was blurry for a moment, and then cleared rapidly. Next to her Sam awoke in the same fashion. Both were shortly disorientated before that cleared too after some minutes. Overall, Trudy did not feel impressed much. This was stupid and a waste of time but Max had not let go on it, damnit! Sam’s and Trudy’s gaze met for a moment, and then both rolled their eyes in unison when Max voice told them to move their toes.

Obviously both thought the same right at the same moment.

Three hours later Trudy closed the belt of her new pants. She had chosen to wear shorts a short top and combat boots. She wore the nearly same attire all the time anyways now in her human form. It suited her needs better now. As alien as her new avatar body felt to her, it felt too hot in the complete combat outfit. She rather liked that she could now breathe the air of Pandora without the mask on.

All the scents were awesome to smell! She had spent ten minutes in the garden before she moved to the longhouse to change her nightgown into real clothes. Just smelling at the flowers. Trudy realized how much she had missed this; the synthetic air from earth had never smelled of anything else as chemicals. She had hated it.

Now hundreds of smells attacked her fine nose, some good some rather bad.

She had taken a bath right after being released. The chemical stench had been getting to her already. Trudy hummed a tune of her childhood while she begun to brush her long hair. The queue had fascinated her for a while. To avoid it to play with the strands inside had taken some willpower but she knew how dangerous that could be. Often she had heard Grace mumble about idiotic drivers who tried it out every time anew.

With one last look into the mirror, she left the house in direction of the hangars.

The one, Trudy had in mind, was left empty now since the battle. The machines properly lay all over the Forrest, she mused. Formerly it had held the big suit units of the battle suits, now it was cleared out and no longer used. Opening it, Trudy looked around for changes, like animals nesting inside or such but found none. The accident with the viper wolves was still vividly fresh in her mind. Laying down the bundle she had brought with her, she eyed it one last time before she closed the heavy hangar doors again with a satisfied grunt.

For the next hours, all that could be heard outside was the soft Thokh sounds of her arrows, hitting the training puppet that Trudy had liberated from the storeroom. She felt stupid doing this inside but Trudy knew one of the Omaticaya was bound to spot her eventually if she trained outside. She didn’t want that, nor their surely nasty little comments at her rather bad stile at the moment. She had known that she would need to train in this body.

It was not used to such work like her original one.

It wasn’t the only thing she trained and relearned anew in the next days. Sam often accompanied her after the first day, having asked her where Trudy had vanished too the entire day. He began to take lesions from her in shooting a bow after two days, as did Christine and Arnd, the two teachers. Christine Sanders and Arnd Altmann came from different places on earth as Trudy. One came from the former British islands and the man came from Europe.

All four had a lots of fun over the next day’s spend inside the hangar, until Max got aware and showed them outside.

Trudy dreaded the day she had to go to the tribe to paint the Ikran’s again. However, it was actually Mo’at who found Trudy first to talk with her. Christine had told the Tsahik about Trudy’s apprehensions before hand and Mo’at had decided it better to talk with the woman. What she found was a slight shock to the Tsahik. She had not expected how Trudy would look now. Too used she was to the looks of the other avatars.

Sure, the latest ones Mo’at had seen beside Trudy and Sam had been better as before but these two hit the top easily.

Groaning the old Na’vi took in all and resolved herself to the potential duty of removing many arrows in the future out of the behinds of unfortunate and idiotic clan members. Chuckling Mo’at wished Eytukan were still alive to see that, she was certain her mate would have had a good laugh out of it. “You are good in teaching them the bow.” She told Trudy when she approached her and Christine. Trudy nodded and repositioned the arms of her friend so she could shoot better. Then she stepped back to watch Christine shoot two arrows before she turned around to greet Mo’at with the ritually, I see you, that the Na’vi used.

“Christine, try to shoot like this from now on.” Turning finally fully Trudy walked over to a bench to sit down with Mo’at. “You want to talk to me I suppose?” She gave the Tsahik a smile. Trudy had begun to love the old female of the Omaticaya over the last months. The old Tsahik was always a calm and friendly center for the others around her. Trudy was no exception from that, she too felt calmer in Mo’at’s presence.

The older of the two nodded calmly. Whilst watching she addressed Trudy in her short and stern way to speak. “You avoid us.” Trudy gulped. Straight to the point, eh? She thought. There was no use in denying it so she simply nodded. “Yes, somewhat. It is… not so simple, Mo’at.” The Tsahik next to her nodded, she not awaited Trudy to beat around the bush. Trudy was not the person for that. Mo’at gave Trudy a smile. “You don’t have to fear those skxawng’s they will behave, I assure you” Her eyes winked at the grinning woman next to her. “And if not I will feed them to the Thanator’s in the Forrest.” Mo’at told Trudy grinning.

That made the woman laugh hard.

“Even Tsu’tey?” Trudy asked Mo’at after she had calmed down again. Mo’at nodded gravely. “Even our beloved Olo’eyktan if he needs it! He can be the biggest skxawng of them all sometimes.” Mo’at scowled what had Christine and Trudy break out into a new fit of laughter. “He is just like Eytukan was in his age.” Mo’at shook her head. “Always needing to proof himself even he doesn’t need it. Always trying to be the best. Tsu’tey is a good leader, a good Olo’eyktan but also he is young, nearly too young. That is always troubling at first. He still needs to grow into his ruler ship and into himself. Such things do not happen over a night but over time.”

She gave the two women a thoughtful look.

“Yes, he is hotheaded but not overly so and not at the wrong times. Yes, he can be a skxawng at times but he can also be wise if needed and he was trained since his childhood to take Eytukan’s role when needed. Do not underestimate his skills, devotion or cleverness in this, Trudy, just because he is acting like a child around you mostly.” Her look was assessing now. Clearly, Mo’at wanted to know what Trudy would say to that.

Trudy, she heaved a heavy sigh before she looked out into the greenery for a while.

“Mo’at, I never underestimated him in this. I just question his brains sometimes and don’t tell me I have no point for doing so in the late.” The two women shared a wry look; no one of them questioned that words. “He is acting in my presence like a skxawng since I met him in the jungle!” Trudy jumped up and began to pace around in her ire at said leader of the Omaticaya. Her tail swished angrily through the air. “He was fighting me back then and is still abhorred to me until today and I never gave him any indication to do so, I swear! Tsu’tey is the nail on my coffin, the stone in my shoe the… the pain in my side since the first day I met him! What I ask you, Tsahik, is so detestable on me to act like he does it toward me all the time?” Her rant came of no surprise to Mo’at. She had already awaited this to happen since a while.

Tsu’tey really had made a fool out of himself in Trudy’s presence since the beginning from what she did know.

“I wasn’t the one who begun with this childish actions, he was. He treats me as if I have done him some great injustice but I don’t know of any.” Trudy gave Mo’at a hurt look. It told the old Tsahik all she needed to know. Trudy obviously felt hurt and if Mo’at was honest here, she could even understand it.

Patting the bench, she motioned Trudy over and finally took her hand when the Dreamwalker sat down.

“He… is in a complicated situation.” She sighed and looked into Trudy’s now golden eyes with a calm look. “His position and what it requires is getting to him all the time. I do not excuse his obvious wrong treatment of you, but both of you are rather hotheaded and have many troubles to deal with in the late.” Trudy had to agree with Mo’at here and reluctantly nodded.

“He, Tsu’tey has a lot more to think about now as you, Trudy, but I know that you understand that very well too, mentally at least. Still, he is very young and he is still bound to act his age sometimes. As it is, you seem to have become his retreat from many an anger and worry in of late.” At Trudy’s perplexed and surprised look, Mo’at elaborated.

“Like Eytukan once, he needs someone to still meet him head on. Who is not covering in fear or better said does not do everything he says and looks at him for guidance all the time. Tsu’tey needed always one who tells him when he is acting like a moron and does not fear his repercussions of being told. He is strong-willed and hotheaded still; he also possesses a good heart and soul. Currently he is just a little overstressed from his new role and he has too to lead us through dangerous times now at the same time.”

Mo’at waited until she was certain that Trudy had fully understood her.

“What he needs is someone who does not say yes to his decisions all the time, who is strong enough to meet his ire and ride it out. Someone who is as willful as he is and as headstrong as Tsu’tey is it… as it looks; he found that person in you.” Trudy gave Mo’at a wide-eyed look at that news, then she groaned.

“He is using me as a kind of sandbag, isn’t he? And he isn’t even aware of that, is he?”

Mo’at nodded. “More like a middle thing between that and a confidante in a way. Let me ask you something, Trudy; have you let him go away with his temper when you met him?” At Trudy’s firm shake of her head, Mo’at nodded to herself. “As I thought it, so in other words, you gave him a piece of your mind from the beginning on. Just like Jakesully?” The woman nodded resolutely. Mo’at laughed heartily. Now she did no longer wonder why her impulsive Olo’eyktan had chosen Trudy to venture his frustration upon out or get so irritated with in the first place. Most likely, he had seen the parallels to the infuriating mate of her daughter in Trudy and it had simply gone from there. That and the point that Trudy was rather headstrong too and had not let Tsu’tey get away with his nonsense once had lead to this disaster in the now in the end.

Oh the horror!

Mo’at laughed and giggled for quite some time before she calmed down enough again. “He sees you momentary as the only person strong enough to meet him head on; even I doubt it that he realizes that. In addition, you have proven in the late that you can take as good as you can give, trust me; that got not lost on everyone else! We are no meek people but he is rather frank and direct sometimes and that is often troubling to deal with.” She gave Trudy, who grinned rather wryly at her, a reassuring smile. “Please do not judge him falsely because of that. Of course, you have not to take the treating of you from him, Olo’eyktan or not. However, please do not take him personally.”

Trudy could only nod slowly at that.

She began to understand a little, and the conclusion of all together made an ugly picture in the end. Tsu’tey’s problems were a many, his troubles even more and his worries had to be immense. He had to keep an entire clan safe, feed, and warm. A clan, which still had to deal with many losses and had no Kelutral anymore to top that. Add to that what Jake had told her about the upcoming games and all else, she knew of, the current leader of the Omaticaya had enough on his plate for ten people to deal with!

She was his vent of sorts, a short respite of his normal problems and many worries and somehow she began to suspect that he was slowly growing on her. Moreover, wasn’t she using him the same way to give the child a name? She had, Trudy slowly got aware and the thought angered her more then Tsu’tey for once.

She looked up into Mo’at’s eyes and crossed her arms to show how earnest she meant her next words.

“Alright, but prepare to fix him up if he gives me that attitude of his again! This time I have some bad surprises for Tsu’tey in store that he will not like if he does that and I will use them too. He should better keep in mind that I am not so small anymore.” Mo’at just grinned at Trudy’s passionate words.

She idly wondered if both stubborn children had a clue about how much they matched each other.

End of chapter seven

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