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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 that of my readers.

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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 that of my readers. I also want to state out clearly that any resembling idea to future or maybe already existing plans of a sequel( if there ever will be any) are purely made without awareness of them and not knowingly made in any kind of way!

(To the admins, I hope I did it this time right.)
Note from the
authoress, I am Native German so please be kind and sadly, all the errors in
this are mine^^; and keep that in mind when you read this. I have no beta for
this. Oh, and flamers will be laughed at^^, listed in the next chapter and made
fun of from my sorry person. =^.^=
Honestly, before you
write something nasty or stupid, try to write yourself a story and let us see
how good you would be in writing it in another language.
All else, enjoy and I hope
you will like my little insane idea. I know, Trudy and Tsu�tey did die in the
original script. I did read it. Well, what was to find of it in the internet. Somehow
I found that sad. These two were actually my most loved charas, next to poor
Norm and Grace, I was bawling like a baby when she did die. Since this is fan
fiction, I took the liberty to make up a get-away from their horrible deaths. It
wasn�t easy to find a way I assure you, grimaces, but I think I managed it.
Sincerely, Suryallee
Chapter one; the
aftermath of an epic battle
��This is it then��
This was
the only thing going through her mind when the much bigger vessel in the sky
faced her little Samson and fired several missiles at her. �For a second she toyed with the thought that
she could maybe catapult herself out in time and dismissed it the same second.
The fireball would get her anyways� Trudy Chacon wasn�t a religious person,
never had been but only a second later the woman with the Latino features,
begun to accept the possibilities that maybe, just maybe, Deities did truly exist.
At least
here on Pandora they seem to exist.
Why?
Because in the
very same second she came to this mind-altering discovery of her own, another
Samson came up from under hers from between the flying rocks below her, practically
blinded from a big dead Banshee on the window and took accidentally the hits
that were originally meant for her poor, battle wounded baby!
Reacting
purely on instinct she drove sharply to the side and behind a flying mountain.
But it
wasn�t fast enough, could never have been she was aware of that and still tried
it. Her Samson still caught a big deal from the fireball in that the other Samson
had turned into and was slightly cracked against said, flying rock. Every
single emergency sign on her control went on. Cussing like a mad sailor Trudy
knew then that she had only one chance; she had to go down and out of the fights
above! She was no longer in any shape to help out here; she would only hinder
the others as damaged and out of the most weaponry like she was it. With a
heavy heart the woman did turn and hoped she would make it back to earth in one
piece�maybe she could fast repair some of the worst damage to be useful at
least in aiding the foot-troops of the Na�vi, pa�li riders against the AMP
Suits under the Marines and mercenaries with the still functioning automatic
guns.
Getting
down wasn�t that much of a problem, Trudy found that out real fast, but holding
the Samson clear while doing it, that was it! More than one time she got nearly
hooked up in a tree, shoot at from Quaritch�s troopers and had to shoot back or
nearly attacked from the local animals before she finally found a safe enough
spot to land to then try her luck and do some badly needed repairs�before the
entire tech exploded right around her ears.
In short;
it was one hell of a ride down.
Her baby
more plummet down into the greenery as it did landing. That alone told the
pilot volumes about her chances to get up ever again. Groaning she noticed for
the first time that she must have gotten injured at some point, whenever it had
been when the other Samson blew up like a storm lantern or later in her mad
fall / flight down back to Pandora�s earth. Her head had indeed hit against the
side one time, she remembered dryly, now she was bleeding from a gash that went
over half of her right face side and if she was not damn right, her nose got
broken too. If not it had to be damn near to be broken, to judge from the pains
that now made themselves known to her. Groaning Trudy opened the first aid kit
and bandaged herself up roughly.
It turned
out that her left upper leg had taken a clear shot with the bullet buried to
deep for her to remove it right now without to render her unfit for battle and
she had a bloody gash right over her abdomen down and over her hip. It wasn�t
that deep, luckily, but deep enough to cause a ton of pain. Wrapping that up
too and taking a injection of the painkillers Trudy
cursed her lack in the medic skills department. Sure she had been trained on
the basics, like every soldier but she never had developed a great skill in it
either. She put first aid kit away again, more out of habit as anything else
and stepped gingerly out of the damaged Samson with the Tiger design on the
side. The tiger was cut into a clear half from a bullet it looked like it had
been slashed in the middle; shaking her head she adjusted her Exo-pack and turned
to inspect the damage.
A short
inspection made clear that her Samson had seen its best days and that she would
not get it up much again. She could still fly, well somewhat but not too high
or in the Pandoran sky anymore, the engine had taken too much damage to get her
the needed power for higher flying and more so navigating clearly. One side
door had been unhinged and then got stuck in that awkward position like a
natural shield. �Sighting and wincing she
did the repairs that were possible and was about to climb back into it again
when a bow suddenly fell right out of the greenery above Trudy and connected
painfully with her left shoulder.
�What the hell?
Ouch! You F*** son of a bitch!�
True, her
language had not improved in the last hours but no one could blame her for
cussing and kicking awkwardly at the massive and big Na�vi bow that had
suddenly appeared out of nowhere to just hit her; out of all people in the
entire blasted wilds on Pandora. Had she not already enough injuries to deal
with? Trudy groaned again and rubbed her now sore shoulder whilst glaring at
the bow at her feet.� Hunching down she
eyed it closer, it truly looked mighty. It was a double bow from what she could
tell and Trudy knew that only the best archers of the Na�vi tribes had the
skill to wield such a big thing. One question thought was left after a second
or two inspecting the bow and warily squinting up at the canopy above
Trudy�where the fuck was the owner of that thing?!
She just
hoped he or she had survived, the feathers and beats on it spoke of the rank of
the owner, even Trudy knew that much that the Na�vi ranks could be assumed by
the quality of their adornments, cloths and such. Debating with herself she
finally picked it up and tossed it into her trusty as well as damaged baby with
a low curse� to then climb in right after
and nearly tripping over it. Glaring at the uncooperative bow she secured it
before she crawled literally back into the pilot seat on all fours. Damn, was she
exhausted and sore and the nose did now hurt like a bitch! Still Trudy did not stop
until she was belted again. Just when she was mere millimeters away from
pushing the starter button; her earlier question got finally answered. Albeit a
little in a strange way.
And she
found out at the same moment that she was royally screwed.
Right at
the same time a tall Na�vi male crashed out of the sky and into the clearing to
her left by using the foliage above to stop his descent down and bleeding profoundly
out of several bullet wounds, a group of the AMP suit troops came through the
ferns across her position to stumble into the very same clearing. The Na�vi
caused the incomers to stop startled at his sudden approach; they nearly
dropped over each other in their shock and for moments cuss words in two and
more languages one native to Pandora several others not filled the clearing
out. Trudy literally froze mid-move. Gulping was all she could do in that
moment but then she identified the cussing voice of the troop�s leader as that
of her former side gunner Wainfleed.
He now
hoisted the tall Na�vi up by his queue and to her horror held his knife at it
to server it. Trudy, didn�t think, couldn�t think for once she just�reacted.
Jake had told her what it meant to have this neural strands cut off. Shuddering
she decided that this would not be her former gunners day and the finger
finally pushed the starter, well, more jabbed it until the machine roared up in
a sudden loud screech.
Heads snapped
up and turned into her direction when they heard the uninspected roar but she
was already up and had turned when the bastards in the clearing got their
bearings back into their brains. The sound of the automatic guns falling and
clicking into position had their eyes go comically big before everyone dropped
what they just did and just turned to give tails to the angry as hell at them
glaring Trudy.
�Eat dust
you assholes!� She calmly spoke over the micro installed in her Samson before
she opened the fire.
Trudy�s
Samson swayed slightly when the machine guns fired at the fleeing mercenaries
and former marines. But she managed it to hold position enough to send them
practically flying in their haste to get away from the more than mad woman in
the fighting machine. Wainfleed being one of the fastest of them, she noted
dryly before she moved forward until her Samson blocked any shooting line of
the now back at her firing AMP Suit wearers. More out of habit she hit the
button for the missiles to then remember that she had already fired them all, Trudy
really did not expect to have one left�she truly didn�t, never less, the sudden
loud mechanic sound of one slipping into firing position caught even her by surprise.
�Ooops! I
have one left? Must have been stuck before�� Her sudden words over the still
open com line had the mercenaries cringe in return.
Wainfleet
gave her a wide-eyed deer in headlines look before he cursed and run for his
life. He no longer cared for the Na�vi male under her Samson, only to get away
from the obviously crazed woman in the battle machine was his main goal now. A fraction
of a second later the missile was fired right into his direction. To her
uttermost dissatisfaction she missed Wainfleet but to her extreme satisfaction,
her weapon took out nearly the half of the other suit operators with a big
fireball. Firing a salve for good measure she did land next to the half unconscious
warrior and tried to get him into her baby.
�Even beaten and nearly dead, this male was
fighting her every bit of the way. Snarling curses at her in Na�vi and English alike.
�Oh stop it for heaven�s sake! If I was your enemy I would have killed you
already!� She did sound as frustrated as she felt. This big guy made it not
easy to rescue his cursed blue hide! �You are worse than Jake, I swear!�
Snapping his head around to her he snarled at her.�You know Jakesully?!�
Ooops, Trudy
thought, that got his attention�somehow he looked familiar to her. Going mentally
through the pictures Jake had shown her earlier of the leaders of the Na�vi
tribes she finally recognized the big snarling, albeit somewhat cute in a rough
way, looking Na�vi. It was Tsu'tey or as Sully had told her the most annoying Na�vi
ever; he was the current leader of the Na�vi tribe that Jake now belonged to. �Although where the last thought before had come
from eluded her entirely, Trudy shrugged it off and snarled right back into his
bloodied face. �Yeah, sunshine, I do. Got a problem with that? Because I love
him like a little bro and will not tolerate any kind of insulting of the big
lug! And now stop fighting me and let me get you into the Samson before they
come back and shoot us in our asses!� He eyed her for some more seconds; if he would
have had eyebrows she was sure he would have raised them.
With a
grunt he stopped fighting her and let her move him until he sat in the back of
her Samson.
�You must
be the pilot woman he spoke of, Too-dee.� Wincing at the slurred version he
made out of her poor name she nodded. Silently she began to treat the numerous bullet
wounds that marred his upper body and the lower rest. Grumbling under her
breath she tried to fish out one bulled from his muscled belly with a knife. Surprised
that he didn�t even flinch much, he may be an annoying Na�vi from Jake�s
perspective and hers too, to be honest, but he sure as hell was a damn tough
one! Trying to make small talk to distract him she joked a little.
�What the
hell did you do to receive so many bullets? Mount the dragon ship by yourself?�
Silence greeted her than an unexpected short, pained laugh from above made her
turn up her face to look at him with wide eyes. �You got to be kidding me!! You
didn�t�! Oh crap!� this moment chose her patient to lose his awareness. Trudy barely
avoided it to have him double her over and both of them out of the Samson. Cussing
she secured the tall Na�vi leader in the seat to her left and went on to carve
the rest of the bullets out of his body. At least he did not feel this since he
was out, Trudy thought wryly. Managing it to compress the worst of the bleeding
wounds the woman packed the first aid kit away a second time of the day before
she again crawled back into her seat and started the engines.
This warrior
needed help from his own kind, quickly! She was no damn expert in Na�vi anatomy,
hell she didn�t even knew enough of her own kind to not bring more damage as
help to a wounded! �Grinding her teeth
she managed to get the Samson up on a safer level and flew off into the
direction of the sacred tree, his people would know how to treat him.
Of course
it went not that smoothly for Trudy.
To deliver
one wounded Olo�eyktan back to his people turned out to become a voyage of the
different kind for Trudy and her poor battled Samson. Meanwhile the hell broke
loose around her and the nature begun to turn against the intruders of Pandora,
Trudy found one injured warrior of the blue natives of Pandora after the next. In
the end she had six instead of the normally for four avatar passengers� size designed
space in the belly of her Samson. �Somehow
folded and piled over each other or clinging on the sides of her poor baby.
But she had
no choice, nor had the suspicious Na�vi warriors whose tails she had rescued on
her way, under them the rainforest burned from the fire that the troops had laid
in order to burn them alive and her Samson barely held the required level to
avoid them all to be burned to toasts. �When
she finally made it out of the jungle two of them jumped down what lessened the
burden for her machine massively. Now she could fly safer as before and she took
off into the direction of the tree of souls with two guards, albeit wounded,
running slightly behind her Samson.
Her cargo
was fast emptied out from helpful hands but Trudy didn�t stop there. She turned
the machine around again and flew back to the still partly burning jungle. Maybe
she could find some more. In the end Trudy made her way back and forth until
night fell and her Samson had no fuel anymore. She nearly didn�t make it back
to the tree with her last cargo and had to land on the rim instead of inside
the natural basin in which the tree stood. It did not faze the Na�vi, though. They
simply climbed the natural stone rim nimbly until they reached her now familiar
Samson to get the wounded inside, out and to their healers.
She still
felt dwarfed next to these tall creatures that she had helped to defend in the
last hours.
And her
headache took a turn to the worst�the last thing she heard before falling into
a sudden darkness was Jake Sully�s surprised and slightly hoarse human voice, somewhere
to her left.
��Trudy?�
Then
everything turned black.
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