#frances ardmore

[mayfriend]

incorrect avatar quotes (1/?)

#jks jake wouldn't care #james cameron's avatar #Avatar 2 #avatar: the way of water #emily memes #kinda? #incorrect quotes #jake sully #frances ardmore #spider socorro #spider's uncanny affinity with fire extinguishers will never not be hilarious to me

[naavispider]

Merciless, part 3

Part 1, Part 2, AO3 link (incomplete)

Fireworks fizzed and soared inside Mercer’s chest as he put the phone down. He had not expected that, especially so soon after Ardmore’s reassurances that Quaritch would need to be pacified. He tried to calm his thumping heartbeat, but it was no mean feat. The boy…. The boy, all to himself! Finally, a chance to prove himself after the catastrophic embarrassment that was TAP’s ending. 

No more mindless overseeing of drilling operations. He’d be heading back to the base in the Western Frontier in two days, taking the kid with him. Thoughts about preparing the base and the medical team swirled around him as he anxiously bounced his pen against the file he was reading. It would be more difficult this time, having only one subject and without his second in command. He pushed away the thoughts of Alma Cortez before he could start to dwell on them. 

“Do you think he wants to know you like, at all?” Fike asked, ever sensitive. 

“Hell if I know Fike.”

“As if he was with Sully’s kids,” interjected Zdinarsk, who was leaning casually against a wooden pillar. The squad was supposed to be enjoying their downtime, but instead felt it necessary to congregate around the Colonel and air all their questions that unfortunately Quaritch couldn’t answer. “What are the goddamn chances of that?”

“D’you think Sully like… adopted him?”

“Shut up Fike!” Brown grunted. 

“They definitely got their claws in deep,” Z-dog mused, shaking her head. 

“Yeah, well,” Quaritch felt his voice darken. “We’ll see if there ain’t anything we can do about that.”

“What are you gonna do with him?” asked Ja. 

“It’s not up to me. We can probably help each other out, but Ardmore’s calling the shots.”

“Do you think he’ll open up to you?” questioned Lyle, who was resting his elbows on his knees, a look of great concentration on his face. 

Quaritch let out a long sigh. “Maybe. Given time.”

They both knew that time wasn’t something they had endless amounts of. 

“I better go check on him,” Quaritch said suddenly. Ardmore had had him in that machine again today. The kid obviously hadn’t revealed anything new because there was no way the squad would be sitting around on their asses if he had. Something deep down was starting to worry Quaritch though. If yesterday’s efforts were anything to go by, the boy - Spider - wasn’t giving up soon. Quaritch had to hand it to Spider, he admired the shit out of him for that. But he knew they were entering dangerous territory with Ardmore. There was only so much crap she’d take before cutting her losses with the kid, and now that Mercer was snooping around, an uncomfortable feeling was starting to settle in his bones. 

“Do you want me to come with you?” Lyle offered.

Quaritch waved him off, heaving himself to his feet and making the journey across the city’s vast compound. 

Fifteen minutes later, his heavy boots were thudding down the familiar row of cells, approaching the one his boy was in. His heart was starting to thunder in his chest; he didn’t know why the kid had such an effect on him, and he didn’t like it one bit. As he got to the right cell, the first thing that struck him was that Spider’s name was missing from the electronic display. Quaritch frowned, stepping forward to see inside. 

What he saw made his heart stop for a second. 

It was empty. 

The cell was empty; vacant and unoccupied. 

Something was wrong, he knew it. If Spider was still being interrogated then his name would still be on the door. In fact, there was nothing left of Spider’s presence here at all. The fucking cleaners had been in and all. 

Where was Spider?

Without wasting a second, he barged into the adjacent observation room, only to find it empty as well. His heart in his mouth, he sprinted back down the long corridor and made it to the command centre in record time. 

“Colonel-“ one of the clerks stuttered upon seeing him. 

He was quickly silenced by Quaritch’s glare of fury and no one else dared say a thing as he found the door to Ardmore’s office and flung it open without so much as a knock. 

“Where is he?” he demanded, upon seeing the General sat calmly at her desk, glasses on and reading a file. 

“Colonel,” she said, looking completely unsurprised to see him. 

“Don’t play with me Ardmore. Where’s Spider?” 

Lesser men that Ardmore would have cowered under the glare Quaritch cast at her. 

“He was becoming… a distraction. He’s been removed from Bridgehead while you focus on your mission.”

Quaritch was ready to pick her up by the front of her uniform and slam her so hard down on the desk that she’d be forced to answer. His fingers twitched. His lip curled up into the beginning of an animalistic snarl. 

“Once your mission is completed, the boy will be returned to base. Your mission last week cost us dearly. Four recombinants dead in less than twenty minutes. Billions of dollars down the drain.” She rose to her feet, and although she didn’t nearly compare to Quaritch in height, he could feel her power. She stepped around the desk, silently letting him know that she wasn’t afraid of him. “You want that boy? Bring me Jake Sully.”

Quaritch’s mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. He could attack her right now. He could kill her, even. Force her to give the kid back. But what would that do? Get him court-martialed and risk the RDA taking it out on Spider. He dominated her physically - he was so ready to use his strength - but logistically, she had him by the balls. If he attacked her now, he’d probably never see Spider again. 

She was asking him to catch Jake Sully. He could do that. He was capable. This is what he wanted. His chest heaved with the effort of not reacting. 

The seconds ticked by, and eventually he levelled his voice enough to reply. “Where. Is. The boy?”

Ardmore raised her chin, eyes narrowing slightly. Still, she showed no signs of fear. 

“He’s being taken to a separate base. One of our facilities close to the Western Frontier.”

The next word felt like poison on his lips. “Mercer?”

She nodded, sending Quaritch’s heart plummeting a hundred miles into the floor. 

He had to reason with her. “The kid knows where Sully is. How can I find him without the boy?”

“The boy won’t talk. You and I have both seen it. You’ll have to think of other means. I have two samsons with pilots at your disposal, ready and waiting. I suggest you get out to Sully's last known location, and track him back from there. I’m sure you’ll come up with something.”

Fury and fear were coursing through Quaritch’s veins in equal measure. He was frozen, trying to work out what to do. What was the best thing for Spider? What was the best thing for himself and his squad? 

Ardmore smiled up at him, before sighing and moving back around the desk to take her seat. “I’m sorry it’s come to this, Colonel. But rest assured that as soon as Jake Sully is off the playing field we can talk about the boy.”

“You know what Mercer will do to him?”

She registered the tone of his voice, and levelled him with a flat look. “That is no longer your concern.”

*********

Spider hissed as he was shoved into a new, whiter cell. “How long you gonna leave me in this one for then?” he jeered as the two soldiers who’d marched him in retreated. He was putting on a show, but inside he was scared. He thought he’d had the worst of the RDA’s treatment when they strapped him into that demon machine for the third time. Now, he’d been flown leagues across Pandora with no explanation of where they were going or why. They had touched down in the forest, which explained why Spider was now nursing a sprained wrist from attempting to run, but he’d been wrestled inside a much stranger, more clinical appearing base than anywhere he’d seen at Bridgehead. He supposed he should be thankful they hadn’t taken him out here to shoot him. Everyone they passed inside wore labcoats and carried holotablets around their necks, pressing themselves back against the walls in alarm when Spider and his entourage passed. In some of the rooms there looked like machines Spider had just been strapped to. In others, tanks and botanicals. He recognised the deadly Txumtsä’wll plant growing in a sealed terrarium and wondered what the hell the RDA was doing with a plant so toxic it could take out any Na’vi with just a single drop of poison. 

“Don’t touch me, asshole!” he hissed at the soldier who pushed him on. 

The whole place felt different to Bridgehead in a very non-reassuring way. He leaned his head back against the confines of his latest prison, closing his eyes and trying to lock out the harshness of the overhead lights.

Even the brightest optimist could tell this little outing wasn’t for a release party. And where was Quaritch in all this? Spider hadn’t seen him since he’d thrown Mercer out of the holding cells. For whatever reason, his father’s clone had been furious and refused to explain why. Spider thought back over his conversation with the strange Mercer figure. He hadn’t thought anything of it at the time - plenty of sky people had oggled him since he arrived - but now he wondered if that conversation didn’t have anything to do with his current predicament. 

If you’re not going to talk, then you’re useless to him and them. They won’t keep you around for long.

The crisp-shirted RDA schmuck had also been keen to impress upon Spider that unless he gave them what they wanted, Quaritch would have no choice but to ‘terminate’ him. Was he here under Quaritch’s orders?

After a short while of waiting anxiously, the sound of footsteps outside the glass door alerted Spider to another’s presence. He jumped to his feet immediately. There, just as he had suspected, was the well dressed, oily haired RDA leader who’d visited him yesterday. 

“Hello Miles.”

“Why are we here? Where is this?” He took a step closer to the glass, his body pumping with adrenaline. 

John Mercer smiled in that ugly way of his. In all of Spider's life, he had never seen a smile as chilling as Mercer’s. 

“We are in a facility to the West of Bridgehead. Fifty clicks away from the city.”

Spider blanched - he couldn’t help himself. Fifty clicks? That was over a week away on foot. 

“I’m waiting for the why,” Spider stressed. 

“Welcome to Kinglor Base, Miles. This is a specialist facility built purely for scientific research. You may have seen some of our tech on the way in.”

“Research on what?” Spider hissed. A sinking feeling was making its way through his stomach, clenching his intestines in a tight, cold fist. 

Mercer looked at him like he couldn’t wait to answer. Like he was feeding off Spider’s fear. “On you.”

#miles spider socorro #recom quaritch #atwow #john mercer #avatar frontiers of pandora #atwow fanfic #avatar the way of water #frances ardmore #my stuff: merciless #avatar 2 #spider socorro #miles quaritch #james cameron avatar #avatar fanfiction

[bl00dw1tch]

Obligatory Atwow as text posts and memes post -- not just Quaritch this time lmao

Part 1

Part 2 (you're here!)

#atwow #atwow spoilers #miles quaritch #neytiri #tuktirey #lyle wainfleet #frances ardmore #avatar 2 #text post meme #horse.txt

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Trans Spider au ftm

Where he could get bottom and top surgery with the scientific he grow up with, because you know, they been here for almost 20 years they don't have the instruments to create the new body Spider wanted to see in himself.

He still came out and everyone use male pronouns for him (even the people who call him demon)

Then the RDA kidnapped him, after a whole week of being misgender he revile to Quaritch that he is trans.

Now this is 2169-70 so i think(more hope) that at leats no one is homophobic or transphobic.

So the next time Quaritch speaks with Ardomedra he revels to her the news, so she decides if they can't torture him into saying where the sullies are then she can win him over to know it.

Means Spider is under a surgery table (he doesn't know anything) in maybe two months after the two devils discussion.

Spider when he wakes up, is like going crazy because both his breast and possy dissapered.

Spider obviously doesn't tell anything but he accepts to make the recoms learn the ways; like the language or the ikrans bonding.

When Spider and the sullies see eachother again, the sullies are like "wtf happen?"

The first who sees him are Neteyam and Lo'ak:

Spider: "Boys? GUYS! Ohh im so happy to see you"

Lo'ak: "wtf who are you" *pointing gun at him*

Neteyam: there is no fucking way *lowers Lo'ak gun with his hand* no way

Kiri and Tuk:

Kiri: "oh Eywa great, is you?! Is really you?! You look amazing, and- and- oh my..."

Tuk: "where your tits go?"

Jake and Neytiri:

"Ah"

For the longest of time (a month)

Jake and Neytiri are snappy at him or don't want to talk to him, because they belive he telled the RDA everything.

So after some really bad day by both sides, Spider snaps and tell them everything.

And now Jake and Neytiri feels guilty.

Interesting idea! There are a lot of layers there. I do think there is something to be said about a nonconsensual medical procedure. I am not trans myself, and I do not claim to be an expert, but from what I understand all trans people are different and want different things. Some want top and/or bottom surgery and some don't. At the end of the day not only did Quaritch out Spider, it seems they also did not give him a choice.

I do really like the idea of them giving Spider something he wants as an incentive to get him to turn on the Omaticaya, though. Which Spider would never do, obviously, but that Jake and Neytiri then might think he cooperated and was rewarded. It's basically the same concept as the one where he is given an avatar!

#idk if my thoughts are clear but that's what i ended up thinking #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles quaritch #frances ardmore #neteyam sully #lo'ak sully #kiri sully #tuktirey sully #jake sully #neytiri sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)

[prvtocol]

Command Core, Bridgehead Ops Center

#⚘ ˚◞ my edits ◞ . #⚘ ˚◞ verse˚ avatar ◞ 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒶 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒾. #(( just hyping the man in the tie = head administrator charles stringer. ur corporate bg character #i think of bri needing to be briefed by ardmore a lot but also hanging out with this suit #the place is cool too )) #bridgehead city #avatar way of water #james cameron avatar #frances ardmore #avatar rda #rda

[gabygirl1243]

#Avatar The Way of Water #Visual Dictionary #Frances Ardmore #RDA #Avatar 2

[beastlyblorbos]

Let Me Fall - Chapter 43: Clear the Way

Miles picks a side permanently, confrontation ensues, and I promise I didn't forget Kiri is here!

(Forgot to post this last week when I updated, sorry! 44 is still coming later tonight.)

#avatar fanfic #avatar twow #miles quaritch #kiri sully #miles quaritch fanfic #frances ardmore #fanfic #avatar oc #canon x oc #na'vi #na'vi oc

[nesaluvstherecoms]

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ꜰᴇᴍ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none.

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ʟɪɴᴋ

。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬

“You’re not in Kansas anymore…”

Miles walks slowly towards the front of the room, dragging his steps lazily.

“We are going to Pandora.”

His tall, lean frame blocks a part of the light beams that fall into the room from the large glass panels, separating them from outer space.

“Now… I know you’re all asking yourselves the same question.” He continues as he slowly turns around to face his squadron, keeping his left hand on his belt. He purses his lips, taking a quick scan around the room, eyes lingering over their faces for a few seconds.

“Why so blue?”

His lips stretch in a grin, canines showing and tongue darting out slightly as he snickers at his own joke. The Recoms laugh collectively at their Colonel’s sense of humor. Lyle shakes his head, tail flicking behind him in amusement as the tension in the room is lifted briefly. Quaritch smiles while looking at them for a few seconds, before continuing.

“For our sins in our past lives, we’ve been brought back in the form of our enemy.”

Z Dog shifts in place, blowing her bubblegum and popping it as she listens to Quaritch intently. Ja’s ears shift at the sound but he continues to look at their Colonel.

“That gives us their… size, their strength, their speed.”

Fike brings another seed up to his mouth, front teeth nibbling at the outer shell to crack it. Walker continues to curl the dumbbell she’s holding in her left hand, her bicep flexing at the movement.

“And… with our training… that’s a pretty potent mix.” Miles adds, the end of his tail flicking slowly behind him. Wainfleet sniffs, shifting in place before he speaks.

“We’ve a mission yet?”

Quaritch looks at him.

“Indeed we do.” He replies, his eyes gleaming from the light within the room and his expression turning cold as he continues speaking. “Our mission is to hunt down and kill, the leader of the Na’vi insurgency.” He raises his head, canines coming out as he says the word kill. A deep growl rumbles from the back of Wainfleet’s throat at the mention of the man, and he leans back.

“The one they call Toruk Makto.”

Fike beats the left side of his chest with his balled up fist, a grin coming up to his face as excitement for bloodshed builds up in him. Miles grins lightly, giving a nod of approval at Fike’s thirst for violence, before he turns to the rest of the team with a determined expression. His hears fold back and he shows his canines yet again, head lifting up slightly to finish his sentence.

“Jake Sully.”

The room erupts in spirited cries, all Recoms showing their enthusiasm for the mission. After all, it has been a long time since they’ve been able to kill anything. And with their new bodies, they’re sure to bring hell to that fucking bastard who betrayed his entire species. Mansk chuckles, smiling as he shakes his head while Lopez raises his fist up in enthusiasm and Brown and Prager do a handshake. Z Dog grins widely, turning to look at Ja who is also grinning like a Cheshire cat, already planning victory. Wainfleet takes a quick scan around the room, watching with a smile as his teammates get riled up. He turns back to Miles, their eyes locking.

“Oorah.”

Miles chuckles at Lyle’s enthusiastic cry. He watches his squadron with a smile on his face, nodding once.

This time he has hope that everything will go as planned.

“Welcome to Hell, ladies and gentlemen.”

Y/N’s combat boots thud on the floor as she walks between her 10-man squadron, sat in two groups of five on either side of the large room, leaving a line for their Colonel to walk through. Their eyes follow her with admiration, as she slowly but firmly walks towards the front of the room.

“It’s not quite as you remember.”

As she reaches the large glass panels separating them from outer space, she turns around, facing her team. Her eyes linger over their faces. An eery feeling creeps in the pit of her stomach at first, instincts being alerted from the unfamiliar aliens watching, with ten pairs of golden eyes following her every move. But as she continues scanning their faces, their features start feeling more familiar, more like she remembers, more like the features of the squadron that followed her to every battlefield. Y/N smiles heartedly.

“Hello, old friends.”

The Recoms all chuckle, adoration and respect plastered all over their faces as they smile back at her. Y/N’s eyes fall upon her team Captain. John smiles, nodding at her once in respect. She turns to the rest of the room again.

“For our loyalty to the Corps, we have been chosen to fight for humanity’s future, in the form of our enemy. That gives us an advantage to explore them and their abilities better than anyone. And with our training, our qualifications, our expertise in warfare and our experience in a broad variation of battlefields… that’s a pretty lethal combo.”

Her eyes fall upon her First Lieutenant: Fernando Álvarez. He looks back at her, with his usual confident demeanor, smirking slightly. He’s also changed a lot, now being a Na’vi. But his features seem to have changed the least out of all the other Recoms. Maybe it will be easier for him to adapt in this new body, she thinks. She looks back at the rest of the team and the expression on her beautiful face falls serious.

“I will say this only once. We all knew what we signed up for the second we put our signatures on those contracts. So I do not want to hear any sob stories, complaints or any other bullshit of that kind. We are not on Earth anymore and we are not humans anymore either. You are here to bark on command and that is what you’re going to do. If you display any signs that you do not agree with our overall mission or with what the RDA is doing…”

Her eyes turn cold, icy stare pinning them all in place.

“The RDA will not hesitate to put a bullet through your heads and leave your carcasses out for the scientists to cut open.”

The Recoms all fall quiet, not even moving a muscle. They then look at each other, searching for any fear or hesitation among their faces, but there is none. As if they made a silent pact, they turn to look back at their Colonel. Her eyes linger over each and every one of them, but all she finds is determination and their usual blind loyalty to her. Y/N grins proudly. She turns to look at John again, who gives her a smile.

“So we’ve got a mission then, Colonel?”

Multiple eyes turn to the man who just spoke. Second Lieutenant Riley Jones remains calm, looking at his Colonel for an answer. He’s the only one who’s already in full gear, sitting next to Sergeant Scott McCaskill, with one double gloved hand grasping the left shoulder strap of his personalized plate carrier. Y/N clicks her tongue.

“Our overall mission is to help tame the frontier on Pandora for humanity’s future home. I will be personally assisting General Frances Ardmore in accomplishing this mission. And you all, will be my loyal special operations team as always. As for a specific mission, we don’t have one yet. We will first have to board on Bridgehead City and then we will be given our respective tasks.”

The Recoms nod, some of them looking at each other.

“That’s a little bit of shaky ground, is it not, comandante?”

Y/N nods.

“It is, Maria. But yet again, we’re now in the living and breathing form of the Na’vi. As long as we learn the terrain and the creatures inhabiting it, we will more than excel.”

Maria nods, her tongue pushing against the inside of her left cheek and she leans back in her seat, putting one elbow behind the back of her chair and manspreading. Fernando gives her an annoyed look as her knee pushes against his thigh and he nudges it away from him with the barrel of his handgun. She gives him a brief glare but doesn’t say anything.

“So we’re operating on unfamiliar terrain with alien creatures, in an unfamiliar base, with unfamiliar equipment and getting commands from a General we have met only once, while working for a non-governmental organization that claims that it will save humanity, which we also have never worked for before.”

All eyes turn on Riley again. Scott stares him down, eyeing one side of his face. Riley was always known to be the smartass one, always questioning their missions and every move, and that seems to not have changed one bit. And that’s what Y/N always liked about him. He always provided a different perspective on every strategy and questioned it until it was flawless. Before Y/N can respond, John replies.

“We all knew what we signed up for, Phoenix.”

Riley turns to John, his eyes scanning over the Captain’s features.

“Oh I wasn’t denying that.” He replies, squinting his eyes briefly at John. “I was simply stating the same facts I stated when we signed said contracts.”

“Well we appreciate your accurate insights, but they’re not helping, mate.” John says back.

Y/N’s eyes remain on him for a few seconds. She turns back to the group of Recoms who have now turned at her for an answer.

“I know you all have your doubts. Trust me, I have mine as well. But when we signed said contracts, The Recom Program was still just a backup plan. It was not planned throughly. However, it’s been fourteen years since then, and while we’ve been developing in our amnio tanks, the RDA and General Ardmore have been working relentlessly to develop the Program flawlessly. Everything has already been thought and planned for us, and when we get to Pandora we’ll have a clear vision on our mission as well as our purpose. And when that happens, I’ll allow you all to express your opinions on it. Just not to the RDA, but to me. We cannot be risking anything.”

There’s a low chatter amongst the Recoms at Y/N’s words. The Colonel lets them talk it out with each other for some minutes. She looks over all of them as the chatter dies down, before continuing.

“With that being said, we have reached the end of this meeting.” She finishes, watching them carefully and leaving no room for discussion. Her eyes are still looking for any signs of uncertainty on their faces. But yet again, after some minutes, they find none. Y/N smiles proudly, raising her head slightly up and taking a deep breath.

“Low and behold my darling friends, there is no going back.”

The room erupts in spirited cries, the Recoms clapping to show appreciation for their Colonel’s speech. Y/N smiles and walks closer to them as they all stand up and start greeting and chatting with each other. As the room gets loud in chatter and laughter, Y/N walks right up to them, patting John’s and Fernando’s backs as she gets in the group.

“Now, who wants to go for a few drinks? We have some catching up to do.” She asks and the Recoms cheer, all talking and laughing with each other as they noisily make their way out of the room, eleven pairs of combat boots thudding heavily on the floor below them. John and Y/N walk last, making sure that no one stays behind.

“You nailed it, Colonel.” John says, looking down at her with his bright and warm smile.

Y/N chuckles.

“That’s my job, Captain.”

It’s quiet inside the aircraft, except for the noise of the engine and the occasional hiss of the Recom Breathers, as Y/N and her squadron sip carbon dioxide every two minutes. The inside of the aircraft is dark, except for a dim red light that illuminates above, casting shadows on the Recoms’ faces. Y/N’s breathing is steady, grounding, her chest expanding with every inhale as the mask provides her lungs with the much needed carbon dioxide. Her eyes lift her vision forward, scanning over the faces of the Recoms in the row in front of her. Scott raises his head up, as his gaze meets hers. He takes a deep inhale, sipping more carbon dioxide as he continues to look at his Colonel. Y/N can see as his lips curl up into a warm smile behind the mask of the Recom Breather, his eyes give her his usual confident but assuring look, and his head nods once. Y/N closes her eyes once in acknowledgment to his gesture, before she lowers her gaze again. A shuffle and a thud are heard and she looks over at Riley who has leaned his head back, the back of his tactical helmet pressed against the cold metal of the aircraft.

“What’s taking so bloody long?” He huffs, his deep voice sounding nothing less than annoyed, and muffled behind the mask. He’s still the only one in full gear, armed to the teeth as the equipment weighs heavy against his body.

“Patience, Lieutenant.” John mumbles, opening his eyes briefly to look at him once before closing them again.

“This ain’t a field trip, ay.” Scott adds, also turning his eyes towards Riley who gives him a glare in response. Y/N takes another sip of carbon dioxide, dulling out their voices in the background.

“Apologies for the inconvenience,” A human soldier says, sat in the front of the room, right behind the cockpit. All Recoms turn their eyes towards him. “It’s taking a long time because we have to fly carefully. We’re still moving above Na’vi and wildlife territory, and this aircraft is small compared to the one before us which transported everything else. This one is made especially to transport one team of Recoms. Hardware such as this triggers the wildlife to attack it, if not moving carefully.”

Y/N’s team look at each other silently.

“The wildlife attacks our hardware?” Henry Davis, their Operations Officer, repeats, looking at the man. Before he can respond, Y/N speaks.

“It’s Pandora’s immune response.” She states, looking at a random spot in front of her. “The wildlife attacks everything that is not part of the moon’s natural ecosystem.”

“That means us too, I presume.” Henry replies, looking at her. Y/N shakes her head.

“With what I’ve read, the wildlife attacks only humans and machines. Unlike them, we have Na’vi DNA, so theoretically we should not be detected as a threat by the immune system.” She replies, taking another sip of carbon dioxide from her Recom Breather.

“Theoretically.” Riley comments.

Maria raises a brow before leaning close to Fernando , who is sitting next to her.

“¿Alguna vez sacará la cabeza del culo?”(Will he ever pull his head out of his ass?) She whispers in his ear as she looks at Riley with a raised brow, and Fernando shrugs.

“You came prepared, Colonel.” Sergeant Major Silva comments with a smile.

“Naturally.” Y/N replies shortly, before leaning back and closing her eyes again. The human soldier at the front speaks again.

“As soon as we’re somewhere far within the Kill Zone, we can open the side door of the aircraft so you all can get some fresh air and a glimpse of the head base.” He states and the Recoms nod silently before going back to sipping carbon dioxide quietly from their Recom Breathers.

After about half an hour, a buzz is heard throughout the aircraft and the red light starts flickering. The Recoms all look up towards the speakers above as the human soldier puts on his breathing mask. After adjusting it to his liking, he turns to Y/N and gives her an affirmative nod. Y/N stands up from her seat and while keeping her upper body bent over as to not hit the ceiling of the aircraft, she walks to the side door. It doesn’t take much from her new muscles to pull the door to the side and soon enough, a blast of air bursts in as well as light entering through. The red light switches off and the Recoms all slowly move towards the opening.

Y/N sticks her right shoulder and head out of the aircraft while the rest remove their Breathers to take in fresh air. Her golden eyes fall onto the sight in front of the vehicle, wind blowing into her hair and kuru, while her hand moves to lower the mask from her face. The Recoms follow suit in looking out of the aircraft, standing carefully behind their Colonel, and soon enough their eyes widen at the sight in front of them.

“Well I’ll be damned…” Y/N murmurs.

In front of their eyes lays nearly a mile of strip bare earth, not counting the mile they have already left behind, starting from the natural tree line and ending at the land part of the 19 mile defensive wall that surrounds the “boom town”. The Kill Zone. Treated with herbicides and defended with automated weapons to keep Pandora’s network of sensors and death creatures away.

As the aircraft moves closer, Y/N and her team of Recoms watch in awe as the defensive wall gets larger and larger and their Marine hearts immediately start admiring the incredible firepower incorporated on it.

“Wouldya lookit tha’.” Scott says in awe, as they all watch the variety of gun and missile systems.

“Could blow off a fuckin’ army of tanks like swatting flies off a piece of meat.” Riley comments just as amazed as the others.

“Damn right.” John replies, as they get closer to the missiles installed on the massive concrete pylons.

As the aircraft flies over the defensive wall, preparing to head for the airfield, the Recoms are now overseeing the massive hive of chaotic construction. Heavy lift blimps and nimble robotic cranes loom over robotic swarm assemblers and hulking, yellow AMP suits while humans drive a variety of ground utility vehicles. Hundreds of tower cranes stack prefabbed structures into enormous power and processing plans, while a web of high-speed maglev train lines delivers materials and robots to where they are needed. As everyone watches the landscape before them, Y/N speaks again.

“We’re finally here.”

They have arrived on the destination they were created for.

The city of a thousand cranes.

Bridgehead City.

Y/N’s steps hold authority in them as she walks, heavy combat boots thudding on the ground below her feet. Her posture is straight, firm, calm and calculated like the commanding officer she is, as she makes her way through the Sec-Ops Armor Bay. Soldiers and staff turn their heads to look at the tall Recom walking among them, her second in command following right behind. She tries not to let her expression show the amazement at the sheer amount of weapon power and machinery she is walking through, as for now her focus is only one.

“General Ardmore!” Her voice booms firmly, stopping right a few feet away from the woman in what seems to be a metal skeleton suit. Y/N salutes, John following suit as the Expeditionary Force Commander turns towards her, blue eyes immediately falling on the Na’vi woman. Ardmore smiles.

“Human or Recombinant, I could spot that unchecked determination and authority holding demeanor from a mile away, L/N.”

Y/N chuckles, grasping the metal hand of the suit that has been reached towards her, before engaging in a respectful embrace with the General and patting each other’s backs once.

“Good to see you, General. It’s been a while.” Y/N says with a smile as they pull apart.

“True that is, Colonel.” Ardmore replies before turning to John. “Captain Keller.” She calls out once to acknowledge his presence and he nods once in respect. Ardmore turns to Y/N.

“It’s good to finally have you under my command, Colonel L/N. Welcome to Pandora. We have a lot to discuss. Come, walk with me.” She says before walking ahead, as Y/N and John start following behind.

“As you may know, this is the Sec-Ops Armor Bay.” Ardmore states as she walks through the machinery. “From AMP and Skel Suits to ground assault vehicles, SeaWasps, and Kestrels - if it walks, rolls or flies for Sec-Ops, it gets maintained and sometimes parked in the Armor Bay. Our weapon technicians work hard to keep our gun and missile systems functioning optimally in the moon’s tropical environment, and our engineers perform repairs on vehicles that have sustained damage from contact with Pandoran forces.”

“Impressive…” Y/N replies as she and John watch the numerous people working on the vehicles, welding sparkles flying in the air and the smell of machinery work fills her nostrils. Ardmore leads them outside, the sun falling above them as they’re now walking through one of the industrial zones. Machines and vehicles surround them, all working fast and precisely, building relentlessly. The General notices as Y/N’s eyes follow them, looking somewhat in awe at how quickly and efficiently they build.

“So what’s with this place? Why rush to build not just a base but a city, General?” She asks, turning her head to look at Ardmore. The General chuckles.

“Observant as always, Colonel.” She replies as they continue walking. “That was always one of your best traits.”

She stops and turns around, looking more serious now as she stares at Y/N and John.

“Earth is dying.” Ardmore states, blue eyes turning to look at the construction going on. “As you know, our task here is to tame this frontier. To make Pandora the new home for humanity. We’re here to “build tomorrow”, seeing that we’re the last hope for a dying Earth. But before we can do that, we need to…. pacify, the hostiles.”

Y/N nods once, also turning to look at the construction. Her ears fold back for a moment, as her tail moves slowly side to side behind her.

“I must say, this new flagship installation has gotten quite far considering how little time the RDA CON-DEV has been here.” She points out, looking over at Ardmore. The General nods.

“The construction of Bridgehead and its supporting outposts is larger than anything the RDA has attempted on Pandora. Bridgehead is roughly the size and composition of Long Beach, California and vastly larger than the older Hell’s Gate. Getting it done requires a blank slate attack on the logistical challenges, and what emerges are innovative building techniques and the need to rely on heavy automation at all scales. The process is heavily robotic and algorithmic, doing away with all RDA remote vehicles controlled by human operators. From robotic material extraction, through high-tech manufacturing, and then onto swarm assembly of enormous structures, the new style of RDA construction is productive and highly organized.” Ardmore states, before turning to point at some spider-looking yellow machines.

“Swarm assemblers, latest-generation machines with a “Triple R” construction strategy - Rapid, Remote, Robotic. These machines can put up a building in six days.” She says before continuing to walk, with Y/N and John following behind. Ardmore turns her head to look at Y/N over her shoulder.

“That look on your face tells me you want to know everything about everything here.” She says and Y/N chuckles.

“It’s in my principles, General. I could argue that knowledge is much more important for a commanding officer than muscles.” Y/N replies, and Ardmore chuckles back.

“And that’s one of your strongest qualities. You’ve always been prepared, always knew how the world around you operated.”

“And that’s not gonna change.” Y/N replies back.

Ardmore, Y/N and John now stand behind the rail that overlooks the enormous 3D printers as they churn out vast amounts of components for vehicles, weapons, robotics, data equipment and buildings.

“How big is this bad boy?” Y/N asks as she looks amazed at the print heads as they work rapidly, hissing as they spew out hot, freshly printed red metal from the pressurized tubing. A construction supervisor nearby, dressed in a red construction vest, looks up at the Recom and answers.

“This is our largest printer, ma’am. It has a build volume of 220ft (67 m) long x 95ft (29m) wide x 45 ft (14 m) high.” He replies as Ardmore turns to grab her RDA standard-issue coffee mug.

“Holy shit.” John mumbles as he hears the supervisor’s words, both him and Y/N watching the enormous printer in awe.

“Now,” Ardmore speaks. “Back to business.”

Y/N and John turn to her, focusing their attention on the more important matter.

“As I said before, we’re here to colonize Pandora. Naturally, we’ve been met with massive resistance and every time we have fought back, we have taken loses.” Ardmore says over the noise of the print heads, before turning to walk away from the 3D printer. Y/N and John follow her as she leads them towards the high-tech Ops Center. They walk through the corridors, passing workers and military personnel who all seem to be in their own corporate world, carrying files and stacks of papers, until they reach the Holofloor. Y/N and John watch as Ardmore hops off her Skel suit and takes off her breathing mask. They put on their own Recom Breather masks on to sip the carbon dioxide that is lacking inside the human-air facility. Ardmore walks through the imagery of Pandora terrain, videos of Na’vi and wildlife attacking RDA hardware and holograms of Pandoran sites.

“However, dealing with the resistance from the hostiles is not your job momentarily.” She tells Y/N as she sips coffee from her mug. “We have assigned someone else for that issue.”

Y/N raises a brow, bringing her Recom Breather mask up to sip carbon dioxide.

“Someone else? I thought that was my job.” She replies, lowering the mask before looking at Ardmore for an answer. The General takes a sip of her coffee before turning to her.

“Yes. Before Project Phoenix came to life, that was planned to have been your job. However, a few things have changed since then.” Ardmore turns to nod at an operator nearby who presses something on his datapad and pulls up the holograms of twelve Recombinants that Y/N has never seen before.

“This is the Deja Blu team.” Ardmore continues before turning towards Y/N again. “After you and your team were required to sign up for Project Phoenix, Colonel Quaritch and his team signed up right after you. The Recoms you see here are the Recombinants of said Colonel and his team. They arrived on Bridgehead a few days before you, and I gave them the mission of dealing with the leader of the Na’vi insurgency.”

Y/N’s jaw clenches and Ardmore doesn’t miss that. The Recom’s eyes turn away from the General to trace over the features of the hologram of who she assumes is this Colonel Quaritch. If she wasn’t so tense right now, she would’ve thought to herself that he’s quite handsome. Y/N swallows, and turns her head towards Ardmore again, measuring out her next words carefully.

“With all due respect ma’am, with as much as I know, isn’t Colonel Quaritch the man responsible for the expulsion of the RDA from Pandora?” She asks carefully, watching for the General’s reaction. Ardmore sighs, putting down her coffee mug.

“That is precisely why I gave him this mission. The man who organized the war against the RDA fourteen years ago goes by the name of Jake Sully. He was a human who permanently took over an avatar body, and as we speak, he’s still leading the attacks against our forces. At the time of the war, Sully was under Colonel Quaritch’s wing, before killing him in battle. Hunting down and killing him was supposed to be your mission first yes, but it seemed more fitting to give it to Colonel Quaritch, since he knows Sully better than anyone else here, and seeks revenge for his treason. There’s nothing more deadly and determined than a soldier who seeks payback.”

Y/N sucks in the inside of her left cheek before biting onto it lightly, pursing her lips in the process. Her ears fold back and her tail moves cautiously behind her. She makes brief eye contact with John who was also looking over the holograms of the Deja Blu team, before turning to Ardmore who has picked up her coffee mug again.

“So then, what becomes of me and my team?” She asks. Ardmore takes a long sip of coffee before turning to look up at the tall Recombinant.

“I have a greater mission for you, L/N.” She says, and watches as Y/N’s eyes glint dangerously. “You and your team are now the highest qualifying operators I have here. Your skills and knowledge are highly valuable to us and I believe that you could be the key to colonizing Pandora.” She waves her hand and the holograms of the Deja Blu team disappear. She turns to Y/N with a proud smile, and puts her hands behind her back, puffing out her chest.

“Colonel F/N L/N, I am promoting you to Major General. With the absence of my Lieutenant General who is still on his way, you are now my second in command. I am giving you full secondary command and authority over all of my air, land and sea forces. You have always been one of the Marine Corps’ most valuable and brilliant operators and I believe this post would be perfect for you. Your mission is now the same as mine and you and your team will help me in retaking Pandora to make it humanity’s new home. I have renamed your squadron to team ALPHA, and their ranks will retain the same position and authority that they held back on Earth.”

Y/N’s eyes widen for a few moments, before she returns to her calm and calculated demeanor. She balls up her right fist and puts it above her heart, nodding once at Ardmore in respect.

“Thank you, General. I promise you that me and my team will not disappoint.”

Ardmore smiles before nodding once in acknowledgment.

“I’m counting on it. Now, with that out of the way, what do you say you join me for a drink and some conversation? Just like the first time we met.” She offers, watching as the Recom hides a smile.

“Of course, ma’am. It would be my pleasure.” Y/N replies, her tail flicking behind her, before they both start making their way out of the Holofloor room. John stays behind, knowing that now it is not his place to join them, and Y/N nods at him once over her shoulder in acknowledgment, before the sliding doors close behind her.

Y/N and Ardmore sit in her office, sat next to each other on either side of the leather couch on the side of the room, talking as they occasionally sip from a respective can of “Viperwolf Ale”.

“May I say something, General.” Y/N asks carefully, her large body sat somewhat uncomfortably in the human-sized room. Ardmore turns to look up at Y/N and nods at her to continue.

“I don’t know how I feel about this Colonel Quaritch.” Y/N finally says. Ardmore sighs, taking a sip from her can.

“I don’t blame you. You’ve never met him and the only perspective you have of him is how he lost the war.” She replies. “But Quaritch is a skilled and knowledgeable operator. He has the most experience with Pandora and his team will be very useful to us in our mission.”

Y/N listens carefully but Ardmore can tell that she is not convinced.

“I’m just not sure how we can trust a man who made a mistake that fatal for humanity.” She replies. Ardmore nods slowly, before taking another sip of beer.

“For now, I see no issue with him. If he is still as determined as they say he once was, he will be a major bonus to have on our side.” Ardmore replies shortly, leaving no more room for discussion. Y/N nods slowly and looks away, before taking a sip of her own.

“But I do want you to know, that I will not go easy on any of your operators.” She tells Ardmore, turning back to her. Ardmore turns to look at the Recom, with the corners of her wrinkled lips turning up into a smirk. Y/N makes eye contact with her coldly and her ears fold back before continuing in a firm voice.

“You gave me this position and I will fill it. But I will not tolerate any mistakes from anyone. I will do my job as perfectly and flawlessly as possible, and that includes getting rid of some of our own.” She stops for a bit, looking for any negative reaction.

“I will not hesitate to execute if necessary.”

This time Ardmore does not hide her smirk, looking at Y/N proudly. She takes a deep breath, and does not break eye contact with her, before she replies to Y/N’s words.

“Very well.”

Title Explanation

Esprit de Corps - The "spirit" of a unit. This spirit is commonly reflected by all members. It implies devotion and loyalty to the Marine Corps, with deep regard for history, traditions and honor. This spirit is also reflected by all of the Recoms, both Deja Blu and ALPHA.

ᴜɴɪᴛ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛ - This data sheet contains detailed information on all of the members of Y/N’s squadron. This may be helpful to get the full insights on them as well as reduce complications and confusion upon reading upcoming chapters.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

#avatar #avatar the way of water #atwow #atwow fanfiction #miles quaritch #avatar fanfiction #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #atwow recoms #avatar recoms #recombinant #recom lyle wainfleet #recom miles quaritch x reader #recom miles quaritch #recom oc #avatar rda #bridgehead city #general ardmore #general frances ardmore #colonel quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch x y/n #miles quaritch fanfic #miles quaritch fanfiction

[torukmaktoskxawng]

tsamsiyu ta'em masterlist

Summary: Corporal Makayla Sully believed she was the last of her family. Her parents were long gone, her brother Tom was killed for his wallet, and his twin Jake abandoned her in exchange for the sunny paradise Pandora. Kayla is informed of Jake's passing and so she decides to take a job opportunity with General Frances Ardmore. She hitches a ride to Pandora with the intent of recovering her brother's remains, twenty years since the last time she's seen him. Instead of a box of bones or ash, however, she's given something she thought she lost a long time ago.

Pairing: Ronal/Tonowari/Original Female Character

Tag: #tsamsiyu ta'em fic

posted on ao3

Warnings: canon-compliant, canon-typical violence, mature language, adult content, slow burn, polyamory, found family, cool aunt agenda, alien/human (technically avatar), jake sully sister agenda, time skips, I'm trying to hurry up and get to the good parts so bear with me, fluff, angst, adopted spider, tags to be added

CHAPTERS:

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven

part twelve

part thirteen

part fourteen

part fifteen

part sixteen

part seventeen (WIP)

SERIES DISCUSSIONS/QUESTIONS/EDITS:

How it started

OC Introduction

Height difference

Eventual smut?

What inspired me

How many chapters?

Video edit 1

Character playlist

Video edit 2

Video edit 3

AI generated art

Kayla's avatar attire

Kayla's past relationships

Kayla's sexuality

Name origins

Scenting

Memes

Kayla's avatar size

Jealousy trope

Potential AFoP easter eggs

Incorrect Quote 1

Alternate Universe Concepts

Ronal's baby

Video edit 4

Incorrect Quote 2

More ai generated art

Ronal's baby part 2

Kayla's opinion of the Tulkun Way

Jocelyn/Txe'la/Meui

Makayla Sully commission art

Young vs Older Kayla pics

Chibi Kayla/Wari/Ronal Art

Jake and Kayla as Kids

#tsamsiyu ta'em fic #ronal x tonowari x oc #ronal x tonowari x reader #ronal x oc x tonowari #tonowari x ronal #ronal x tonowari #tonowari x ronal x oc #tonowari x oc x ronal #ronal x reader x tonowari #ronal x oc #tonowari x reader x ronal #tonowari x ronal x reader #ronal fic #ronal x reader #ronal imagine #tonowari imagine #tonowari x reader #tonowari fanfic #tonowari #tonowari fic #ronal #atwow imagines #atwow imagine #atwow fic #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #atwow #avatar imagine #avatar fic #na'vi oc

[omgkatherine01]

A New Sun

Summary: Earth is dying, and the Sky People returned to Pandora to make a new home. General Frances Ardmore was pleased with how everything turned out, but she didn't want to leave the only family she had back on Earth, her 17 year old daughter Isabella, who was decided to join in with her mother, and was volunteering for project for a way to make people breath without masks the gaseous air of Pandora without suffocation

Isabella, who lost her father when she was 11, and with her mother never around, had closed herself from a young age, and had only one friend since childhood, who had join in as well with his scientist mother.

Isabella found Pandora beautiful and fascinating. She found it dangerous as well... but she never thought she would find more friends, and love.

Note: I changed the ages; Neteyam 19, Spider and Kiri are 18, Lo'ak is 17, and Tuktirey is 9. And it won't follow much of the second movie.

Pairing: Lo'ak x female reader

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 coming soon

#avatar series #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak x oc #avatar #lo'ak sully #lo'ak imagine #lo'ak fic #neteyam imagine #neytiri imagine #jake sully imagine #kiri imagine #tuktirey sully

[jeanniebug623]

Happy New Year and happy new fanfic! 🍾💙🐞 This story was inspired and requested by the lovely @lilt78! Thank you for trusting me to bring this story to life! 🩵📝 I will post this story on both AO3 and Tumblr. It will not have the same weekly update schedule like Silent as Shadows since that has my primary focus for now. At least once a month, but more updates if time allows. Look for the first chapter before the end of this amazing first day of the year! 🤗

What if Spider, despite his strong resilience, did not survive the RDA’s horrible interrogation techniques as in tact as everyone thought…?

Weaving The Web: Prologue 🕷️🕸️

Miles “Spider” Socorro, sixteen year old hostile Na’vi sympathizer, was captured.

While the children of Jake Sully would have been a better reward, the RDA isn’t going to ignore a constellation prize. But the boy is proving more difficult to crack. He didn’t say a word during standard verbal questioning, took every hit during a more ‘physical’ approach, and has even managed to fight off the mental assault of the RDA’s last interrogation resort. The neuroscanner.

Battered, bloody, and bruised. And yet, the child does not break. Colonel Miles Quaritch, whose DNA predecessor fathered the boy, manages to convince General Frances Ardmore to try a more ‘personal approach’ and take the boy into the forest to utilize his Pandoran knowledge elsewhere.

Not to mention something deep inside the Colonel was angry, and terrified, after watching the boy suffer at the hands of the system he’s so loyal to.

The first few nights pass by without incident, aside from the boy hazing the living hell out of the Deja Blu 1st Recom Unit. They’re hardened marines dealing with a teenager; they’ve dealt with far worse. But what Quaritch will not tolerate is blatant disrespect. A few weeks of Na’vi boot camp led by the kid went from good-natured sarcasm to hardened insults. The boy seems physically fine, but his mind seems elsewhere half the time…distracted and hostile at the slightest command.

Quaritch can’t claim to know this boy, this son of his genetic predecessor, but he knows something is extremely wrong with Spider…

#atwow #avatar the way of water #ao3 writer #spider quaritch #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles quaritch #recom quaritch #atwow fanfiction #new rp

[naavispider]

Update! Merry Christmas! I've broken up for the holidays now so have a lot more time for writing! I'm working on Merciless right now, and also I hope (we need a christmas miracle) to finally finish the epilogue of The Cat's in the Cradle 💀 I'm also monitoring the ask box, which is extensive atm, so if it takes me a while to answer those please don't hate me 🙈 In the meantime, have a scene from Merciless that I decided to cut:

“You’re gonna have to KILL ME!” 

“I don’t like this any more than you do.”

“I don’t know, okay! I don’t KNOW!”

The boy’s eyelids fluttered to a close, and the technician next to Ardmore looked up worriedly. “General-” she stammered. 

Just then, the roaring of the machine suddenly began to fade, and the rotating lights slowed to a less sickening pace. A whirring noise signalled that someone had deactivated it. Ardmore turned towards the operating desk, furious. 

“General,” the recombinant Quaritch was pacing towards her, his tail swishing. “Let me try the more personal approach.”

But Ardmore had had enough. The boy had withstood the most invasive interrogation techniques the science personnel had developed. He wasn’t takling. She hated to admit it, but it seemed like Mercer had been right. 

“Oh no, Colonel. Socorro won’t talk. He’s had his chance.”

Quaritch’s eyes widened in surprise. They darted from her stern expression over to the boy, panting on the vege of passing out, and back again. “What do you mean, General?” His voice was layered with something deep - a warning.

“You won’t have any more success than what we’ve tried already. He’s not your son.”

“General-”

“Take him back to the cell,” she ordered the two security, cutting Quaritch off. Immediately, they stepped forward and began unbuckling Socorro. She turned her attention back to Quaritch. “He’ll be placed under Mercer’s supervision. If we can’t get the intel then we’ll take what we can get.”

Quaritch opened his mouth in what honestly looked like shock. “General, you can’t-”

“That’s my decision.” The certainty in her voice was enough to turn the air between them ice cold. “You and your squad fly at dawn. Find me Jake Sully. Then we can talk about the boy.”

#avatar the way of water #miles spider socorro #miles quaritch #avatar: frontiers of pandora #john mercer #frances ardmore #atwow #writing updates

[little-box-of-autism]

Primal Fear [Spellman Siblings]

For the lovely @dirtytransmasc.

Frances Ardmore was not a woman who was easily daunted, unnerved, or made scared. She was a formidable woman – military born and raised, a line of soldiers that stretched back to the first world war – and even on Pandora, the hellscape that it was, she thought there was little that could shake her resolve.

With over thirty years of military service, the General did not think that she’d find herself feeling the prickling of primal fear building within her – like a rabbit caught in the predatory gaze of a fox – because of some kids.

Of course, Frances Ardmore knows they aren’t technically kids, the twins are roughly twenty-two and the younger one is eighteen, but human or not, she tends to view anyone under twenty-five as a kid. The recombinants are the only exception.

That prickling on the back of her neck had started when – not even a day after they left – the 1st Recom Unit dragged in the three na’vi siblings. Something about them set her instincts on edge, more so than any other enemy she’s faced ever has.

The older boy reminded Ardmore of a soldier in the way he held himself, his amber gaze unwaveringly resilient and calm despite being taken captive. If he was human he would make a terrifying but excellent soldier. The cold fury in his gaze was unsettling, especially when it was locked on her.

The girl was feral, and her smile was predatory, stained with blood and sharp from her pronounced canines. Ardmore would later learn that most of the unit’s injuries were caused by her alone. She was bloodthirsty, which was clear as day, and the General did not like the way the girl kept eyeing Mansk.

The younger boy was quiet, easily overlooked at the time when compared to the more obvious threats that were his older siblings, but the way his eyes watched the surrounding tech was unnerving in his sharpness.

The day would come when General Frances Ardmore would realize that bringing them to Bridgehead was like inviting Death into your home.

#Spellman Siblings #Reyzi #Ravi #Ro'eyk #avatar 2 #recom squad #spider socorro #recom quaritch #avatar james cameron #The spellman siblings are terrifying

[anchoeritic]

Fuck Marry Kill + YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE

Mick Scoresby

Frances Ardmore

Parker Selfridge

lowkey.. fuck parker..

#um #UHHHH #ITCHES HEAD #HES KINDA #A LIL BIT #જ⁀➴ mail: received

[prvtocol]

Understanding the RDA's Mission to Colonize Pandora

RDA General Frances Ardmore: “As on world commander, I have been charged with a greater mission. Earth is dying. Our task here is to tame this frontier. Nothing less than to make Pandora the new home for humanity. But before we can do that, we need to pacify the hostiles.”

Avatar 2 gives humans the new objective of colonizing Pandora for human life, threatening to complicate what appears as a better-wrapped "good" versus "evil" conflict. 

Earth is dying by 2170 due to the effects of mass deforestation, resource depletion, air pollution, famine, human overpopulation (20 billion people), climate change, rising sea levels, mass flooding, extreme weather events, energy crisis, and constant warfare over remaining resources. Humans and animals face extinction on a grand scale. Most large megafauna such as whales are already extinct. Half the fish species are gone due to overfishing and toxification. It is an inhospitable place to live and nothing humanity does can turn back the clock on the planet's dying ecosystem.

The RDA shoulders some blame but they are also at the forefront of finding solutions to the crisis. The RDA's formation of orbiting factories on the Moon, Mars, and the solar system’s asteroid belts in the 21st century produced atmospheric toxins that rained down into the earth's habitats. However, the megacorp is also responsible for creating vast sea farms of edible protein and nutrient-rich algae (flavored with spices) to feed the population cheaply and effectively. Algae would become the staple food for many humans and for those living on the Moon. They also constructed a sustainable mass transit system (or maglev) connecting the entire globe. However, it requires unobtanium to function.

The procurement of unobtanium became a primary focus of the RDA's space exploration. This highly-valuable ($20 million per kg) rare-earth compound and energy superconductor was once only theorized on Earth (c. 1911) until it was found in abundance on the exo-moon of Pandora. As you can imagine, the crisis of humanity inevitably turned sights on extraterrestrial worlds. Earth’s space programs evolved to a point where a manned mission to the Alpha Centauri System, a nearby trinity star system, became possible. There they found the “Goldilocks planet” (or exo-moon) of Pandora held vast resources of unobtanium, after which the RDA began its mass mining operations. 

However, unobtainium is not the key to Earth’s survival. The RDA never markets it as such and rather it's all about profit. They are also unsurprisingly suppressing the search for other energy superconductors to maintain their market monopoly. This makes the justification to mine the exo-moon entirely based on capitalistic greed and power and not much else. It should be noted that the Na’vi have no use for the resource, their laws actually forbid them from mining Pandora for metals. The RDA takes what is not being used. The conflict instead arises from mining in or around sacred sites and living spaces, environmental devastation, and ecosystem disruption, which the Na'vi Resistance rightly deems inevitable despite any treaty or negotiation that could be made (as Avatar: The High Ground graphic novel makes more clear).

But what happens when the mission becomes something grander than resource collection? Leading up to this, the RDA attempted to colonize Mars, but the planet is not terraformed enough to sustain a large human population. This failure would spark a colonization effort of Pandora with the massive construction of Bridgehead City thus making the moon not only a primary source of unobtanium but a possible home to house humanity in the future. Importantly, unlike other resource-barren places of attempted colonization (Mars, the Moon), the unobtanium (and oil) present on Pandora could fuel the human habitat in the process.

Propaganda from a non-governmental megacorp and what will primarily benefit the rich elite aside (not even touching amrita here though again capitalistic exploitation gets inserted into it), the effort to “save humanity from certain extinction” by taming the next frontier carries a "moral weight" or "greater good" most humans on Earth would support without heed to the destruction caused. Not to say there's no RDA opposition on Earth from competitors and anti-corporate activists, however.

One could (and characters in the franchise do) blame the Earth's dying condition on the humans present, saying they should reap what they sow. But the current generation was doomed from the start and in reality, had no hand in it. They were born into this dying world thus they can only have their hands on solutions.

It is the RDA that holds the monopoly for off-planet solution-making. Their for-profit premise will never go away (and be a detriment to their purpose), and their actions on Pandora will remain extremely problematic for its environment and its inhabitants. Still, one can perhaps understand how the push for space colonization could happen in a realistic dystopian future and why someone would sign a 5 or 6-year contract believing they are doing what’s right. But, and let's not forget, it is much more likely RDA workers are victims of Earth's dire economic situation where taking a job over four lightyears away is their only choice for their or their family's economic survival.

#⚘ ˚◞ headcanon ◞ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. #⚘ ˚◞ verse˚ avatar ◞ 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒶 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒾. #(( not a human apologist but trying to understand bri's stance on this/the rda/human perspective #she would not have signed up to go if she didn't want to believe in something more than profit )) #long post. #james cameron avatar #avatar the way of water #rda #avatar rda

[tiyawnyana]

growing up in pandora

my own personal plot points from my own shifting script. just thought they were cute, thought someone could enjoy them. i use it in first person, out of habit, but it can be set in yours! i wanted to explore the life growing up with them as another human, and eventually explore the troubles of being a human in the pandoran world.

anything in italics is speaking "navi".

warnings: friend dynamics, relationships, small plot points and background details, ect

•i was born on pandora, my mother was Taylor Ardmore (sister of Frances Ardmore, but I never knew about my aunt until later on in my script). my mother had fought in the war against the navi but ended up sabotaging her ship, helping the navi and losing her life in the process

•Norm adopted me, max became an uncle and Spider was the closest thing to a brotherly figure. he was a few months older than me, but we were close as we grew. when he started to branch off and play with the sully kids, I stuck with Norm, learning his science.

•when Norm had shown me his navi, I had panicked. Dad?? but blue?? I got used to it and he'd sometimes bring me outside, sitting on his shoulders as he walked us through the safe areas of the forest

•when spider started to go out on his own to play with the sullys, he'd try to bring me with but I was really shy and scared. I'd met Jake Sully and neytiri a few times, Jake was kind and crouched low to really meet me but neytiri was always indifferent towards me. She was never mean per say, but just never interacted with me. I just gazed at her, finding her gorgeous. (she was everything I'd wanted in a mother figure)

•and when spider had had enough of me being shy, he dragged the sully kids to the labs to introduce them to me. I had hidden behind Norm, peeking my eye around his hip. Kiri was the first to really introduce herself, realizing I was shy and she offered to shake my hand, she had learned from her father how it's an earth custom. Lo'ak had been more enthusiastic, shaking my arm a bit rougher but full of giggles. Neteyam though had been staring at me, ears perked and eyes wide.

•I had just turned 10 at that time, Spider was 10 neteyam 9 almost 10, kiri 8 almost 9, and lo'ak was 7. Tuk wasn't around just yet, her mother just recently then finding out she was pregnant.

•neteyam had been 5"8, towering over me but he walked gently towards me. Norm ushered me forward, giving neteyam a fist bump and smiling gratefully as neteyam stuck his hand out, another earthly handshake. His hand was huge in comparison to mine, engulfing my smaller hand and he grinned, introducing himself.

•after that all of us kids were inseparable. Kiri would often fetch me from my chores, begging Norm to let me play and she'd end up braiding beads into my hair or showing cool critters by the creek. Lo'ak and Spider were always close, often splashing water at us which turned into a full out water fight, followed by neteyam scolding us after laughing. I'd usually stick my tongue out at him jokingly, telling him I should be in charge because I was the oldest. He'd retort back with,"but I'm taller than you all" and I'd flick water at him. He would join the water fights, spider ended up jumping on neteyams back and I'd fall on my butt, giggling away with kiri.

•when Neytiri started showing she was pregnant again, she was extra motherly. The kids weren't able to fetch me from the lab as much unless Jake or neytiri joined, which was not often at all, so I finally started going out of the lab with Spider. Norm would hug me, tell me to be careful, send me out with a mask, then I'd be off. I'd be running through the woods, trailing behind spider and being careful not to step on any critters. When we'd show up at the marui of the sullys, the kids would either be already down by the creek or goofing off, monitored by neytiri.

•one day, neytiri had been overlooking her children when I'd shown up with spider. Spider darted down to the creek, neytiris ears flicked and I was hesitant. I spoke softly to her, asking her how she was feeling. She'd turn to me, looking down as I stood outside her marui, she'd nod and answer a curt,"I am feeling alright, how are you?" She was only being nice because I was close friends with Kiri, but it was appreciated nonetheless. I'd be fiddling with my fingers, looking down at my feet as I respond,"I'm doing alright, Norm has been teaching me Navi so I hope my words aren't too bad."

•neytiri chuckles lightly, "your pronunciation is not bad, still could use some work. Just keep working on it."

•I smile thankfully and look down at the kids, kiri looks up and ushers me towards her. I stick my pointer finger up, mouthing "one minute"

I look at neytiri and gaze at her, so ethereal and glowing. "I hope it's uh, not weird," she moves her gaze back to me,"but you're very," I clear me throat, shy again,"very beautiful, you're a lovely mom too," her ears flick and eyes widen a bit in surprise before she smiles gently. She beckons me towards her.

I walk forward, careful to not track any dirt into their marui and she takes my hand, so small in comparison and presses my hand to her belly, her hand engulfing mine. "I'm hoping she's a girl," she says softly, and the baby in her kicks gently under my hand. I gasp and grin, eyes widening in happiness. "I hope so too, if she's anything like Kiri then she's a good kid," neytiri giggles gently and a moment later Neteyam is running up the hill to find me. He spots us, quiets down and just waits a moment, thankful that his mother wasn't so curt with me. Neytiri spots him and smiles, tilts her chin towards him before saying,"maybe you could be a mother too, someday?" I nod enthusiastically,"maybe someday!" And neytiri grins,"spider is around your age," she drifts off and I gag dramatically, shaking my head. Neytiri laughs in response before she tells me to go play, neteyam takes my hand and helps me down the hill to the creek.

•from then on neytiri hadn't hated me, I wasn't her favorite but I made her kids happy, therefore she was happy. She was thankful I was so close with kiri, worried that kiri may feel left out with so many boys around.

•when neytiri had given birth, the sullys were all wrapped up in their marui for nearly a week, so spider and I didn't bother them. But when kiri came with lo'ak and neteyam to get us, they wanted to introduce their little sister to us.

•neytiri was holding the baby when we arrived, exhausted but smiling so happily. I whisper yelled,"it was a girl!"

•neytiri giggled airily, beckoned me over so I was gentle and quiet, tip toeing over. She asked me to sit down and ever so gently, handed the new baby to me. She was cautious, holding her hands out in case the baby was too big but the baby was perfect. She told me her name, Tuktirey, and I just gazed at her. Tuk was so lovely, so adorable. I held her ever so carefully and kiri sat beside me, whispering about how we're "finally even with the boys" we giggle softly. Tuk was nearly the size of my torso at that point, and lo'ak and Spider laughed. Neteyam just smiled at us, before sitting on my other side. Tuk opened her eyes and stared right at me, her eyes gazing over my face and I lifted a finger, her tiny hand clinging onto it and covering nearly my entire finger. She smiled at me, and I whispered a hi in navi.

•I adored Tuk, kiri and I would play with her as she grew and neteyam and lo'ak would often get upset that we wouldn't play down by the creek as much. Tuk loved being babied, and grew to love having me around as I more often than not insisted on holding her, even if she was nearly half my size. By the time that she was around 4, she was a little taller than my waist. I'd give her piggy back rides though, neteyam would always end up giggling to himself, and soon enough I had learned what hide n seek was, telling the kids and we'd play around the creek and woods by the village and house. Me and kiri would always go easy on Tuk, neteyam would always end up easy as well but lo'ak and Spider were turds, hiding in trees or bushes and spooking us. Tuk would always end up crying a bit, lo'ak frantically calming her down and she'd finally settle after neteyam held her on his hip.

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(( neytiri doesn't realize that spider and I see one another as siblings, her comment was lighthearted and mostly a joke, meant to tease the character but in good fun)) also changing it to where neytiri isn't so harsh about humans. her husband was one, she doesn't have to love us but she definitely doesn't hate us, just cautious (understandable).

was nervous about posting this, but i was too happy with the fact that I'm actually writing again, so let me know if you'd like to hear more!

my script leads to a relationship with neteyam in the future, some angst but I've changed it to where neteyam does NOT die because that's absolute bs and I refuse to acknowledge that fact.

thank you for reading! let me know if you'd like to read more!

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