Avatar Oneshot

November, 2250 AC

She close her eyes, hiding beneath the large tree's roots. Large marble-sized tears raced down her cheeks, slightly washing away the faint purple colour her face had gained thanks to the spread blood contrasting with her body's blue.
Her pursuer wasn't the kind to give up easily and most of her cyan body was already seriously injured as it was. Crimson blood flowed freely, not only from her face but from the multiple cuts all over her body and its foul stench made her dizzy, vision blurry. If it came down to a physical battle she'd luckily last two to three minutes before falling in defeat.
The female wished that this was all a dream, that the one she loved and trusted wasn't actually tailing her with the single thought of silencing her. Her heavy breathing froze as a fell branch was steeped on and cracked in two. Looking forward she saw that two blue coloured feet stood, eight toes total pointing at her. The stalker had caught the smell, if not of her body then her blood's, and crouched slowly in order to scout under the roots and discover what that scent was of. Its prey or a wounded animal's.
She closed her eyes shut with utmost fear of dying, recalling it all and trying to understand how... and why it had came down to this...

January, 2250 AC

Pandora's "welcome" hangar was bursting with life and excitement. A new spaceship from the children of the sky had just arrived after a seven years long travel, its passengers having been induced onto deep slumber during that time. The newcomers lazily got off of the crio-beds that had been their cocoon for nearly the last decade and felt the side effects of lacking gravity. Floating around without any control over it seemed to have shoved quite the blow at someone's stomach.
A chestnut haired girl screamed in disgust as a cloud of yellowish regurgitation homed on her, managing to avoid it in the nick of time by gravity-less dodging it. Her eyes widened with a twitch as some of the puke managed to catch up with her boots, "Bleeck!" she thought, looking to her only pair of shoes with the will to cry in increased disgust. Someone's last meal before going on board had been a bowl of Cherrios and now some of the honey-tasting rings were splashed against her boots, "Ew ew ew ew ew!!!" she yelped.

Floating scientists instructed the passengers to try and reach the door on the western side of the room. Many made it, the disgusted girl was among those; Those who couldn't make to the door had to be 'fished' towards it. Once they made it to the next room, the artificial gravity kicked in and all newcomers slammed down in an enormous moss of complaining folks. Puke-a-ton was buried by his fellow crew, Puked-boots landed almost on top of the pile. Once they managed to stand up everyone was all as red as the eyes of an all-nighter fan. Whilst the newcomers were of embarrassment, the scientists were of laughter as they seemingly did this every time they received some fresh meat and it seemed to get funnier every new time they saw the coterie of floating freshmen became another little mountain of bodies flat against the ground.
"General Saul's coming!" a voice shouted in the middle of laughter, as if it was a warning siren.
One serious – using stern to describe him would sound almost like a compliment – looking man entered the room and his mere presence slaughtered the youngsters' will to laugh. Almost synchronized-ly they all cleaned their throats, quickly helping the newcomers up.
"Gosh, how harsh can he be to do THIS by simply walking into a room??? " the girl thought as one blond man in lab coat helped her up. Only when he got closer did she notice the Silver Star by his chest. That guy was a Brigadier General, "Oh, that's how..." she bit her lip.
General Serious gave the newcomers the order to form a line against the room's wall and every soul fulfilled it in a flash. The girl was new on Pandorian soil but she and her fellow neophytes knew well the importance of obeying orders from higher ups. The army was no walk on the park. She now stood somewhat nervous, but still at the far left of the line waiting her next orders. They quickly came as the stern man started the inspection, his words swift like bullets, his eyes devoid of any sign of kindness or warmth. They were aware that it would be like that. Once inside the army one would be a fool to think his or her superiors would show any non-work-related emotions.
"Say your name, goal and rank" he instructed in a shout, his stature towering over her.
Unfazed by the pseudo-roar let out by the man, she obeyed, with her arms crossed on her lower back.
"Abigail Ranger, rank Captain, here to protect and further study the Pandorian fauna and flora, sir!" she promptly replied, forcing herself to fight off the swirl inside her stomach, swirl that had appeared out of nervousness.
For the first time she saw his lips go up, even if only slightly, as he became aware of who she was, "The Colonel's little sister..." he said, "Yes, I've heard of you.  Listen up, if you think I'll give you a different treatment from the others just because you have someone up here, you're in for major disappointment. I won't have neophytes suckling up on their relatives' tits and I WON'T tolerate any sign of weakness! Have I made myself clear!?" he shouted like he owned the place.
"Crystal clear, sir"
He smiled, this time with the will to it, "Good" then moved on to the next newcomer.
She was mentally relieved, "THANK GOD THIS IS OVER!" she thought.

Once Serious' inspection was over and he left, they were instructed to follow the blond who had helped Abi up. They formed two lines, walking behind the scientist who took them to the various crafts that would take them to actual ground and to the base that would be their headquarters.
Before the craft she was in landed, Abi placed the oxygen mask like everyone had been instructed to do and joined the others as they got off. Once on land, they were wide-mouthed.
Cyan-colored Gigantors worked alongside other mask-using humans, working to keep the base up and running, "Gosh, so that's what a Na'vi looks like" she thought amused, crouching to clean the still puked boots.
"Hey little woman, keep up with group!" one Na'vi told her, shooing her lightly with his four-toed foot. She quickly saw she was in the way of his and his companion's work and quickly apologized, running to meet with the group with her- mostly- cleaned boots.

Being the only one ranked Captain in the mist of the remaining newcomers, all of them Privates, she was instructed to take the lead by the side of the man guiding them to the main building.
As the sliding doors broke apart to allow them in, one by one they all dropped their jaws at the sight. Not even the Russian base they had gone on a study trip two years before had this kind of technological level at its headquarters' lobby.
First off, there were no elevators, there were green warp panels. The walls had several glassy sections which allowed them to, as they walked forward, see male and female Na'vi sharing a top-tech gym with their human colleges; a fellow human literally appeared out of thin air as he got off the warp panel; some- they had learned of the nearly 100-year old project Avatar- Avatars slept within cylindral containers, still depending on the umbilical cord which connected them to the mother machine. Some were still fairly small, baby sized, boys and girls floating on the liquid that helped simulating a mother's womb, while others had reached the adult size and were nearly ready to be used.
"Those Avatar bodies that you see," the young scientist by her side started, "are here just for display. A hundred years ago they were what allowed people like us to freely walk around despite the Pandorian oxygen... BUT we've luckily improved the Avatar project and no longer need them."
"Uh, sir?" a young Private asked, "if so, how does one, if subscribed in the project, move around Pandora now?"
"That's something you guys will see, soon enough" the scientist replied with a smile.
All those wondrous sights together in the lobby, the group was directed to yet another room. Yet, before she could walk through it, Abigail's shoulder was tapped, making her turn around and up, into the golden eyes of a black haired Na'vi.
"Are you Abiranger?" he asked.
"Huuh..." she said, quickly realizing that Na'vi had no idea of the difference between names and surnames. She had heard tales, from people which had been shipped back to Earth following the Great Exodus 100 years before, of Jake Sully, the cripple that using his Avatar body had leaded the Na'vi on the bloody war against the humans to drive them out of Pandora. Having no idea that it were two separated names, the Na'vi called him Jakesully. And it seemed that the young male followed that same tradition now as well.
"Yes, that's me" she answered, "Can I help you?" it was hard for her to talk to him, he was heads down, nearly triple her size and it made her neck ache to look up like she was.
"I need you to follow. Your presence is requested" he informed, turning around and quoting her to follow him. She was undecided, shifting her gaze between the male and the scientist leading her group.
"Go on" the latter said with a friendly smile, "I'll take care of the platoon, don't worry"
She nodded and walked away from the group, hastening to keep up with Gigantor's pace. He took her to one of the green warp panels and silently instructed her to get on it. She obeyed and stood stone still as the panel became of a powerful blue and a clear cyan light embraced her body.
Within seconds numbness ravaged her body and her vision became clouded by a sudden flash. Abi 's body felt the sensation of being sucked, warp-fished to God knows where but that was a quickie. As suddenly as it had started, it was over and the flash died, allowing her to see the new room she was in, before stepping out of the weirdest ride she had ever been into. She only did step out when the cyan light died and the panel gained its greenish colour once again.

She was on a white circular laboratory, most of its furniture were coffin-like objects. She could recognize what they were as she had seen photos of those machines way back home. The device that allowed the human to transfer their mind into its designated Avatar body. She felt... a thrill, should be the right word. She was walking among historical artefacts after all! But other than those said devices and herself, the presence of living beings inside the room was as existent as Cruella de Vil's love for furless puppies.
"Hello?" she asked, obtaining no answer, "Hello??" he asked louder.
"Come in, I'm going!" a female voice answered, its origin's whereabouts unknown to the brunette. Walking out of an adjacent room, a Silver Eagle showing off her rank from her coat's chest, the She-Colonel stood to eye the several years younger girl. The thin but firm lips quickly opened themselves in a welcoming grin and quicker then an Olympic racer, the 39-year old crossed the space that kept them apart, enveloping Abi in a warm, familiar embrace. The last time she had been held like this, had been 14 years before, when saying goodbye to her sister who departed as a First Lieutenant for Pandorian lands.
"I can't believe how you've grown! Is that really you Abi??" the woman asked her with gleaming eyes, which gazed into her sister's widened ones.
"Y-yea" the young captain said, "I-is that really you... Jen?"
The older woman widened her smile, tightening the embrace on her younger kin. The shown of affection was mutual, powered up by fourteen years apart from each other.
"Just look at you" Jen said, pushing Abi away in order to better look at her, "Like, last time I saw you, you were that shy, breast less little girl, and now, you're a Captain, one of the best," she said with pride, "well, modesty aside."
Ali blushed, scratching her neck and showing a somewhat embarrassed grin, "W-well, I just follow orders, I have no idea why they awarded me with promotion" she pointed at the silver rectangles hanging on her chest which rivalled the eagle on Jennifer's coat, "really, other than that, I never did anything worthy of such praise..."

Those words led the older brunette to 'hmmm', "...It seems to me that you don't know what is worthy of honour or praise..." she started, grabbing a small remote by the coffin closer to her. Pointing at a device hanging from the ceiling, she clicked a button which turned the electronic thingy on.
Jen grew apart from her sister as she went and pressed a few more buttons, making a kind of plasma holograph show in midair and creating a transparent curtain.
"What..."  Abi was both shocked and astonished as the screen showed all her info like a computer page. Personal data, Mission statistics, Video Reports, everything was there, flashing at her with ironical green colours. Another button was pressed and the Mission folder was opened- 100% success, no failures whatsoever.
Another click. 'Video Reports' were opened and a final click made one of them start playing.
A face she could recognize anywhere showed up, an old, experienced veteran that had been her mentor and Captain. She and the rest of the platoon of newbies used to call him 'Gramps' out of sympathy. He'd just laugh and made them give twenty, every time it happened.
There were times when she'd do up to nearly two hundred push-ups per day on account of that joke.
"Here Jack Muller, Captain of team Fintan" the bald man started, his hoarse voice giving her a punch of nostalgia right on her stomach. Little was possible to see behind him but it was enough for them to understand that the old timer was taping his speech inside of a cavern. There were recent scars by his face and the tips of his left index and middle finger screamed Frostbite.
"Our mission to recover the mutated species has taken a turn for the worst, at the worst possible moment... We've recovered the beast but, ironically, we're stuck on a cave by the mountainside due to the joined forces of the sudden snowstorm and an avalanche" he stopped to massage his forehead, at the same time carefully moving the camera so that people could see the situation behind him, "not only we are trapped like rats... but most of us, me included,  are wounded and in dire need of medical support, with provisions running short and no possibility of returning to base" the man then chuckled, focusing the camera to better capture the only moving figure in the mist of the wounded, "Luckily, we have a ray of light amidst this pool of suffering... Abigail Ranger may have joined just recently but, God bless, I've never seen a youngster this much into it since, well, ever. Ignoring her own wounds she dedicates completely to others" both women could see a younger Abigail giving her max at mending others. Jen watched the scene, cross armed, her smile seeming to grow even more prideful.
"Like I've already mentioned, I have been rendered useless for the remaining of the mission..." another chuckle, "guess this old body of mine is long past its expiration date... but I guess that's life on the raw..." he paused, "What else... oh yes, I remember" his voice then became a whisper, "Once we're able to go back to base, I request promotion for the lass. She has the spunk and will to it, acting like she's been on this for years... I think we can overlook the small time she has spent on the military, just this once" the old timer smiled, only to close his eyes suddenly as the pain of a broken bone hit him, "hmph! Thats it, Jack Muller disconnecting." with this, the taped footage ended and, having made her point, Jen clicked the remote control one last time and turned the machine off.
"So, you still think you've never done anything worthy of praise?"
Abi was at lost for words- So that's how she had been promoted...

Despite the level of discipline she had received ever since she had first set foot inside the military, she had never actually lost her somewhat naive persona and every once and awhile she'd stop and think about how'd she been promoted. Finally, she knew.
One thing's for sure, she had never really thought about how important her smaller actions could be, the difference that they could make.
"Abiranger has no sense of worthy and unworthy, does she?" a strong, deep voice caught her off guard, making her jump around out of surprise, quickly drawing both guns out of her pockets. Her expression as she aimed was colder then Pluto's atmosphere, which only warmed up- slightly- when she saw it was the Na'vi male who had told her to follow and brought her here.

He gave her a menacing glare at the gun threat, growling similarly to that next in the evolutionary chain to a lion or a tiger, and before he could draw out his own weapon, Jennifer got between both of them, slapping the guns out of her sister's hands, "Stop that, both of you!"
"But-" they both started, being right away silenced by the Colonel's murderous glare, "Shush!! You," she first looked at the Na'vi, "Don't sneak on easily scared people like that!" he nod, traces of a mocking smirk could be seen, "and you," she then looked at her now-blushing sister, "stop being so jumpy! Understood?"
As red-hot Abi was going to protest, a second glare from her sister, "Understood?!" reduced her to a nod, "Good. Now, before I put you working together... Abi, this is my assistant, Dakarai; I hope- better, I expect that both of you support each other the best you can"
Dakarai chuckled yet Abi protested, "What?? What are you talking about, Jen?" surprise had taken hold of her.
"Simple. Didn't you came here to study Pandora's life forms?" the small wrinkles around Jennifer's eyes were well present as she played Inquisitor with her sister.
"Yea but-" she was muffled by Jen's index, "Very well, if you're going to, you must have heard about Pandora's toxic atmosphere? Twenty seconds, pass out, four minutes, death"
"I did but-" Abi's eye twitched as she was silenced- again, "Alrighty then" the older sister said, clapping her hands, "Since I've known that you'd be coming, I've been pulling some strings here and there and placed you in the renewed version of the Avatar project"
Those words made Dakarai slightly uncomfortable. And Abigail, they left her speechless.

Following a finger quote, both followed Jennifer into the room she had first came from.
"After the Great Exodus no human dared to place a foot within Pandora for the following 30 years" she explained while looking for something inside the drawer, "however, even back home we kept developing the Avatar project, correcting its many flaws and allowing it to reach perfection... you know, with hopes that, once things calmed down, we would be able to come back here. We did and, as you might think, the Na'vi weren't too happy that the Children of the Sky were back for another round" Jen laughed lowly, "in order for them to accept us we had to promise never to upset Nature once again, and never to let Greed overcome us again" she found what she wanted, taking it out and showing it to the frowning duo. A small flask glittered as its liquid content was hit by a white ceiling light. She carefully handed it to Abi before starting to look for something else, resuming her explanation, "Plus, as the Na'vi learned of the improvements made to the Avatar project they gave us one last condition... a union if you may"
Abi tilted her head, "A union you say?"

Before her sister could even nod, Dakarai thought to continue were she had left off, "Yes. Whoever was first subjected to the newer version of the project, would have to offer him or herself to conceive or bear the offspring of a Na'vi... a leverage, if humans were to again try to destroy Pandora, not only would they be destroying the Na'vi, but their family as well. Emotional blackmail."
"That sounds kind of... cruel" Abi bit her lip, before flinching, "wait... offspring?? Is that possible, between a Na'vi and a human Avatar?"
Jen smiled, "Before it wasn't... it is now" she finished, having found the second thing she had been looking for- a clean syringe, "But you'll understand it better once the process is done"

Somewhat reluctantly Abi was now laying redder than never before on a surgery table, having been instructed by her sister to fully undress and then put on a white coat.
"Is it strictly necessary that he is here?" she had asked shyly.
Jennifer only chuckled, and Dakarai simply told her, with a sly smile, "Don't worry, I don't care for human females"
She now clenched her teeth shut as the male held her down to restrain the involuntary jerking that was to come. The syringe in her sister's hand already had the liquid that would be responsible for the biggest transformation in her life. Abi felt herself shrink as Jennifer grew closer, "C-can't we leave this for another day??? I think I have a fever!" she said cowardly.
"Nonsense!" the older brunette said, "Dakarai, hold her tight... and Abs, don't worry, this wont hurt a thing... I promise"
The promise seemed to make Abigail calm down, even if slightly. Enough for her to nod, whiter than a snow hare, "O-ok"

Without any more aduo, Jen aimed and skilfully stabbed into her little sister's vein, unleashing a scream of pain from her, tears falling down her cheeks as the liquid crossed the needle and ventured itself in her bloodstream.
"BITCH, YOU SAID IT WOULDN' T HURT!!!" Abi cried as the empty needle was removed from her vein. Jennifer laughed, "I didn't feel a thing"
Abi tried to get up and strangle her kin but not only the self-proclaimed joker of a Na'vi held her down, it felt like strength had abandoned her completely. The last sound she heard before passing out were little more than echoes, "Sleep... ell... en you wake up... will be ov..."

Her eyelids grew heavy and eventually they shut themselves, throwing her into a cyan spiral of suffering, hundreds, thousand, millions of voices echoing inside her head. Her bones seemed to morph, breaking apart and growing bigger, nearly ripping through her skin. The skin itself did its best to keep up with the transformation process, gaining a somewhat elastic texture as it stretched in order to contain the growing body within its rightful boundaries. Her eyes seemed to burn as she saw blurry images of thousands of people with tails living away in an unseen world. Endless times she saw how the young ones made it past a dangerous test before being accepted in their tribe like a man or a woman. Those who failed the said test, she saw them trespassed by a teeth riddled beak or falling down an open abyss, dying midfall as their head was crushed into a salient rock. Or they simply fell the whole way... once dead she saw them become one with the Earth once again.
Those who were accepted were able to chose a mate... and live on. She saw it a maddening number of times, seeing the memories of every single Na'vi to have lived ever since Pandora had been born. And the voices... please, someone turned off the voices!!!
Like she had been restrained onto one of those torture machines, her cry sounded loud amidst the echoing chorus of voices as every inch of limbs and organs were stretched with no mercy. The worst part seemed to erupt from the back of her head, like her nerves had gained a life of their own, crawling out and falling down her back in unison with the blue serpent coming out of her lower back. She didn't know in what step of the painful transformation it had happened but her finger & toes count had been reduced to 16. Multi-colored garish flashes made her sick and dizzy. Suddenly the stream of voices became a funeral-ish silence... and them peace embraced her.

"What happened..." Abi said, floating in the middle of the darkness, "Silent... am I dead... no... Jen would never allow that..." she tried to lift her arm, "I can't move... I'm all alone... It's so dark... Help! Someone help!" she jerked as she made another attempt to awaken out of the nightmare she was into.
Her eyelids trembled slightly before she found the strength to creak them open. From what little she could see, it was possible to tell she still lied on the surgery bed she was at, pre-shot.
Her head felt like it wouldn't stop spinning, as such, the brunette couldn't help but to launch her upper forward and then throwing up.

Dizzy, she cleansed the string of puke and saliva hanging from her lips with the back of her hand, too dizzy to realize the hand wasn't human anymore – if she had been in better condition she would have realized that no part of her body had survived the morphing.
Her ears perked up, sounds of a homing stampede against the building's polished metal floor reaching her eardrums. The room's electronic door slid open, allowing an unknown Na'vi female to enter through, closely followed by one annoyed Dakarai.
"Who..." Abigail crooked to the male Na'vi, shifting her confused gaze to his female companion.
"The doctor" he promptly replied, his powerful arms firmly crossed. She ignored the menacing stature he had adopted, gawking wide-mouthed to her sister's new form, "Jen!?"
The creature laughed, "In the flesh, little sis" a smile as she walked over to fetch a glass of water which she gave to her younger kin, "How are you feeling?"
"Urgh, really nauseous" Abi complained, gladly chugging down the liquid in two big gulps. Her eyes widened and the glass fell as she noticed her cyan-y hands. As it broke the sound echoed in the room, even more in the young Captain's head. She scouted her new body, gasping at every new inch of flesh she found. Like Dakarai and Jennifer, she too seemed to have grown a long fuzzy tail... The wondrous chemicals she had been injected with had made a full fledged Na'vi out of the Captain.
"What!? How?!" she inquired, still fascinated by her new body, like a child with a new toy.
"Simple. As I already told you, following the Great Exodus we had sometime back home to improve the project... it happens that while on it someone stepped upon a rather unique discovery... it seemed like, somehow the Avatar bodies were all connected to a particular place, one that humans were unable to reach for the time being... can you guess where?"
"Uh... well since it was following the Exodus, my best bet would be Pandora..." Abi murmured, so into the story like a toddler in his cradle, "Correct?"
"Yes." Dakarai said, overrunning Jennifer at giving the answer, "More exactly, the most sacred place to us... all the puppets were somehow connected to the Tree of Souls."
"Exactly." Jennifer said with an excited grin, "Some defend it was cheer luck, others say it was because the Avatars have Na'vi DNA in them – I'm with the latter group myself – but the important thing is, we explored that connection and learned a lot about Pandora which we were unaware of, all that sitting safely in our Earthling labs. Eventually, we managed to evolve the mixed Human-Na'vi DNA within the Avatars to its next stage... the stage we're at now."
"What stage would that be exactly?" she asked quoting their hands and feet, "total perfection of the Na'vi assimilation? Or permanent swap into the body of a Na'vi?"
"Something like that indeed. But even better!" Jennifer said before, with a wink, her features changed and shrunk, becoming once more the brunette that she was. Abigail's jaw nearly fell off, her constant astonishment making Dakarai snicker once again. Annoying, annoying Na'vi...

As a human, Jennifer's body was nearly the same in height when comparing to her sister. That, and the fact that her sister still gawked at her from her tall Na'vi form, made Jen look up as she finished the explanation, "So, you see, once you're injected with the Soul Genome... you're able to switch between the Human and Na'vi forms anytime you desire. Now," she smiled once more, "lets get you some new clothes"
The excitement of being another species had made her completely forget that she was naked. A yelp and some clumsy cover up and soon enough she sat on the surgery bed, hugging her knees so that they covered what wasn't to be seen. A Na'vi's natural colour was cyan... the laughter break up of both the pureblood and her sister had painted her of a powerful purple.
"And if – hahahaha – you're afraid that the clothes will be ripped off when you go Blue She-Hulk, don't be – hihihihihi – the clothes stretch." Jennifer said amid her laughing frenzy.


"WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!" Abi roared as she leapt for the next tree, not even bothering to check if the vine she had chosen to use was sturdy or loose. The abyss underneath her was deep, the trees were enormous and the forest surrounding the base was nearly endless. However the only actual endless thing seemed to be her sense of freedom, fuelled up every time another gust of Pandorian wind smoothly hit her body, "THIS IS AWESOME!!!" she shouted with joy as she landed on a branch, large enough in width to hold a small house. By now, she had completely forgotten about the naked episode.
"I knew you'd like it!" Jennifer shouted back as she landed on that same branch, loyally followed by Dakarai, the only pureblood Na'vi in the trio, "But you still manage to surprise the aging hag here, you seem such a natural at this!"
The hyper female laughed at her sister's self-critique, yet gaining a fain purple colour at the praise, "I know, I feel right at home!"
Dakarai hmph'd at those words, making Abi turn to him, her excitement turned annoyance, "What is YOUR problem?! Is it that hard to see someone have fun?!"
Jen sighed as they engaged in yet another discussion, "Out of respect for the doctor I stay silent, but if you really want to know, the Human-Na'vi is unnatural. It's bad. The potion humans are injected with is a heresy, a sin. I've always been against it and it won't be because you are the doctor's family that I will change my point of view."
"Well, I don't remember having asked you to change your opinion!" she replied back, clearly annoyed. He could be such a fun-wreaker!
He shrugged again and Jennifer sighed, "Come on you two... you two are going to work together, at least pretend that you get along!"
"But-" both started, before her sudden cold stare – made even scarier while in Na'vi body – shut them up. She didn't need to talk, only a murderous glare like that was needed to have people with an inferior ranking to do her bidding. Abi was a Captain and so was Dakarai. Through his efforts and excelling skills had put him of the verge of promotion. Both sighed in synchrony, "Yes ma'am"

Jennifer wasn't heartless through. After the scolding, she allowed Abi to resume her freedom seeking, triggering a light in the latter's golden eyes and a large smile in her lips. The older woman watched with happiness as her little sister resumed her somewhat childish persona, which only came out in rare cases, when she was not within military influence. But now, that persona would have to be well restricted... Pandora was no walk in the park. So at least she'd let her kin have fun as a welcome gift, then off to serious work.
"HEY ABI, COME OVER HERE" she shouted, leading the way as she leapt East, Dakarai and a, once again, hyper Abi hot on her tail.

The twisted and – were they human – deadly labyrinth of vines came to a sudden end after what seemed to be fifteen minutes of Follow the Leader.

Abi was enchanted as at her front was a gigantic tree, bigger than any other she had ever saw. A giant among titans, to say the least. She saw little blue ants – from her literal point of view – moving in and out the monstrous roots. Living there, in the tree. Entire families of Na'vi.
"Abi, allow me to introduce you to the Omaticaya Clan... down there is yours and Dakarai's future working place and... Dakarai's home"
"Wow..." she murmured, taking a quick glance at the male Na'vi – she saw that, for once, he smiled, grateful for this golden opportunity to be able to, in the near future, visit his clan and family so often – before resuming the eye-scout of what, in the future she would be studying and preserving, "Beautiful..."

The clan welcomed the trio with joy, a couple of older Na'vis hugging their son with particular tenderness. The whole clan then moved on to welcome Jennifer – back, they said – leading Abi to realize how well known her sister was around those parts. She smiled and hugged back, a fish in the water. Abigail was introduced and welcomed as well. Then astonishment struck even deeper when a duo of little twin girls came emerging from the cyan crowd to hug the doctor.
"Mommy!" they squealed with a beautifully clear English accent- it was a first- as they hugged Jennifer with actual filial love. AND were hugged back. The younger woman quickly raced to her older kin's side, completely lost for words, "M-m-mommy?" she gagged, to which Jen only replied with a wink and a smile.
It was the Na'vi male, Dakarai's father who came to Abi with an answer to her unbelievity, "Of course, you know not, do you?"
At her negative nod, the man smiled and shed light into her doubt, "Are you aware of the deal we Na'vi made with the Children of the Sky to allow them to stay here when they came back after the Great Exodus?"
"I-I do. The first human that undertook the newest level of the Avatar project, would have to mate with a Na'vi and produce offspring-" she suddenly flinched.
"Abiranger wisely knows of Human-Na'vi history, and has by now, realize answer to her doubts... correct?"

She had. She had always been a quick learner and always arrived easily at the truth. But that didn't mean she was always prepared to know the truth. She had no idea what to say, as she looked to her sister... AND nieces.

"You mean... you did... where... is he?"
"Mate with their father? I did" Jennifer's face then became somewhat serious, "but he isn't here..." the girls' faces became sorrowful as their mother spoke, "He died on a hunt... killed by a savage animal… as so, my girls are orphan of father"
"Oh..." she gasped as remembering that made the entire tribe look sad... not just the twins, "I'm sorry..."
"Its ok" the left twin said, "because everybody is very nice to us, and treats us and mommy like one of them" she said smiling. The right twin nod with another smile, it was clear that she was more shy then her sister.
"Sad news aside" Jennifer said pronto, "I'm counting on you to make a good job taking orders and in the future preserving all of this" her mood then lightened again, "Ok?"
The young Captain then smiled back and nodded. If she was going to work together with the ALWAYS serious Dakarai, the least she could do was to live in harmony and socialize with the rest of the clan. She looked at them and nearly cried in joy. It seemed that life in Pandora would be the best experience in her life.

November, 2250 AC

She had become family to the eyes of the tribe. With the purpose of study and protect the Pandorian fauna and flora, she'd go to places no other, real Na'vi had ever dared to go. Adrenaline rushing in her veins she'd leap a distance trice as long as any other; she get into places no one would even think about going in and the important was, she'd always succeed. Her nieces looked at her with awe and Dakarai seemed to have lightened a little on his Human--Na'vi hating politics. In fact, if they weren't in the middle of fieldwork, one would think they had started sharing over-wheels for each other. Which wasn't completely a lie. YET the male was stubborn and insisted in only remaining friends. Every time she tried to get closer,  he'd back off and every time that happened was like a punch on her stomach. But Abigail was a tough cookie. The further she would go in a heartbreak would be shedding a single tear, perhaps remain moody for the remaining of the day. But she would never allow herself to spoil her military records... Not because of a boy, not because of anything. She was that prideful.

After a mission, she decided to withdraw back to the base, and informed her – she sighed – heart-breaker and teammate that she was going to report Jennifer of the mission success. At his nod, she waved goodbye to her new family, petting both her nieces' heads, before leaping away into the trees, disappearing from their sight.
She leapt, swigged and soared her way back to base. Once inside and freed from the deadly Pandorian oxygen did she revert to her human form. She had got the hang of it over the passing months and now, with her body perfectly at ease with morphing in and out of Na'vi form, she did it in a flash.
The rest of the way to Jennifer's lab, she walked at a slow peaceful pace, waving hi at the people who walked past her.
She warped into the lab, "Captain Abigail reporting from-" she started but did not finish as she found the lab empty, "Jen?"

She stood silent and listened to some voices arguing in the next room. Out of curiosity she walked carefully, quiet as a mouse, perking her ears up in order to listen to the discussion. She heard the doctor plus a deep male voice she couldn't quite put her finger on who was it from.
"What are you doing?" she heard the man's voice say, "I recall precisely that you said five months! After ten months, not even a single pebble! Explain yourself Colonel!"
Jennifer's reply was said calmly, almost without a care, "I don't need to hear your whining, I know about that!" a sighed pause, "Least you forget, she's my sister! If I can help maintain her out of trouble I will! If doing so will cost us some extra months, FINE!"
"Look at you talking... we need that Unobtanium, if we want to save Earth! Why are you holding back in order to protect ONE girl, when there are BILLIONS of people who would benefit if she were to risk herself and bring the damn mineral back!!"
"Look at me in the eyes... I give a rat's ass for those people. If you want to complain, bring a relative of yours and send him to do the job! As far as I'm concerned, she won't risk herself more than needed into the depths of the Monkeys' new home!"
Abigail's head spin in confusion at her sister's words, "Monkeys???"

The man chuckled, "Ah, yes, the woman admits she's into bestiality! One thing YOU forgot was that you mated with one of those monkeys, you had twins from him!" there was another pause as if a light had been shed on the man, "Oh... maybe that's the real reason why you don't want to attack the New Hometree... your little duo of monkeys live in it!"
Abi's stomach flipped as she heard a gun being loaded and an enraged voice started to speak, "Careful Saul... One more word and you're literally a dead man..." she growled, "if it wasn't for me no human would be allowed to even BE in here, if it wasn't for me we'd all be back home sucking on our freaking thumbs, crying that there's nothing we can do to solve the world's crisis, if it wasn't for ME we wouldn't even HAVE the chance to try and get the mineral... yes, I've mated with the creature, in order to seal that treaty. But guess what! In normal standards what I went through would be labeled as rape and undesired pregnancy..."
He snickered, clearly pushing his luck, before a sudden movement was heard and, through Abi could not see it, Jennifer had dropped her gun and grabbed the now gasping man by his collar, with a strength that greatly surpassed that of an average woman – she had morphed in her Na'vi self out of anger, "Know this, dear General" using his rank to address him somehow made her sound even scarier – and Abi was only eavesdropping from the other room, she could only imagine what this Saul man was going through, "I am a Colonel in name only, I have more power over this part of the military than you can ever hope to achieve... so believe me, I can have you disappear in such a painful, inhuman way that you'll wonder in your final seconds if I am really human... I couldn't care less for the useless people back home and even less for the Na'vi, I only care for my sister's safety... now that we have this clear, if you ever put me sharing the hots for those primates, just like I did with that primate back then, I WILL kill you... Capiche?"
This one hit her unprepared stomach full force. She felt like puking and crying at the same time. Now that she knew what kind of animal had killed her brother-in-law – a bloodlusty, revenge… seeking… human – she wished that she had remained in blissful ignorance.
For the first time she heard the man's voice gaining a fearful tune, "Y-yes ma'am!"
"Good... scram!" Jennifer's voice shouted.
As if scaring him to near-death wasn't enough she threw his body into the room Abi was in and against one of the old mind transfer beds. Abigail eyes looked like gleaming gems as she cried but was wide-eyed nonetheless to see the stern man, Brigadier-General Saul, which had inquired her when she first arrived in Pandora, getting up and running past her in a panicked frenzy, before warping out of the lab.
A blizzard froze her inner up as Jennifer walked inside the room, once again in her human form, "Abi?!"
With extreme difficulty she managed to turn around, facing the piercing look in her sister's eyes, "What are you doing here, you should be out on mission!"
"I-I..." the mission report fell from her trembling hands, slowly hovering forward, falling next to Jennifer's feet. A weak drift was enough to unfold it open so as to allow her to read the status report – Mission Accomplished.
"Jen... what I heard, is it true?" she asked, tears in her eyes, "You hate the Na'vi... you hate your daughters? Y-you... killed their father...?"

The older woman sighed, massaging her temple, "I won't even ask why you were eavesdropping... but tell me this... after being mugged and raped on a dark alley, would you love the child that came? Would you look it in the eyes while breastfeeding and NOT remember the agonizing experience?"
"I-I..."
"You can't do that, no woman can... she can't love a child when every time she looks at it she sees the grinning muzzle of the monster who did it"
Abi was silent, unknowing what to say. Jennifer continued at her kin's hesitation, "I've decided... tonight, when the primates are asleep, I'll go and kill them all... and you're coming along" she pet both guns resting at her horrified sister's sides.
"What? No!" her horror was beyond words, "You can't do that!!! You love the Na'vi, you do not hate them! They love you!" she shoke her head before continuing, "Your assistant is a Na'vi and so are your daughters! Are you telling me that you will kill them cold bloodedly?!"
Jennifer snickered, inhuman cruelty sailing her inner self, "Love... you're too naive Abigail... what I've been doing, this... love as you call it, was no more than acting" her human brown eyes glittered, "And Dakarai, he is no more than a pawn... and so are my" she felt disgusted, "daughters and every other blue monkey out there. Disposable, every single one."
"..."
"What?"
"The Na'vis here at the base... they will revolt once they find out about it" Abi struggled to make her sister see what would happen if the plan went forward. She couldn't cry anymore as her reasoning triggered yet another snicker.
"Those... They will all die too when I come back" a foul grin made Abi take one involuntary step back out of fear, "A complete extermination... and as for the few tree huggers we have here, they won't say a thing once the path for the Unobtanium is cleansed of any obstacle"
"Please reconsider… there's still time, you don't have to do this!"
"I WILL do it and YOU'LL help me!" Jennifer shouted with hate burning eyes, "Are. We. Clear Captain?!"
The icy glare sent made Abigail understand there was no avoiding the to-be massacre. Jennifer had treated her by her rank so the fact that both were sisters didn't matter now. She had always followed orders... and that wasn't going to change now. Letting her head fall, all she did was nod silently.

Quick as cheetah and silent as hunting tigers, two Na'vi females raced their way towards the Hometree. The cloak of night protecting their steps they progressed through the jungle. The one in front had the eyes of a murderer, showing their true colours for the first time in years; the golden eyes of the one in the back were sulked and she gloomed in anguish.
It would seem that Jennifer had been planning this assault for a while as she had paid a visit to the weapon department at a time – or times – unknown to Abi. The two guns in her belt were top-notch technology wise, able to fire an endless barrage of Death-by-plasma shots. Armour wise she was wearing the exact clothes she was wearing when first leading the way to the Hometree when Abi had first turned into a Na'vi.
Abigail bit her lip as even through she didn't want to do this, her body simply kept going as if controlled by someone else's mind.

She... could only watch helplessly as she kept advancing...
She... was going to slaughter the ones she had become used to call family.
She... tried to cry, but her eyes wouldn't allow.

A figure fell from a tree above, landing by their side making Abi jump at the unexpected show up. Jennifer stood still, looking forward with an unseen smirk, knowing who had popped up by simple scent. Dakarai smiled, giving the younger female a small grin, as he had still managed to spook her, "Going for midnight walk ladies?"
Just as her sister turned around, did Abi truly realise that the young woman who had left Earth so many years ago had vanished forever. A remorseless psychopath had taken her place and now looked at them –at him – with fake benevolence, so genuine-looking that it'd trick anyone. A luring siren with deadly aim approached Dakarai from behind as he was to busy laughing at Abigail's horrified face to notice a thing. She saw her older sister unlocking the weapon's trigger, pointing it at the blissfully unaware Na'vi – and the one she had the hots for.

As soon as she heard the weapon's unlocking click she regained control of her body. Pushing Dakarai aside she aimed and fired a disorienting shock bullet which zapped an unprepared Jennifer, shocking her until she was out cold on the ground – Jennifer's mistake: having made a last trip to the weapon department taking Abigail along.
"What have you-" Dakarai shouted before her index found its way into sealing his lips and her crying eyes found his, "There is something that you need to know..."

She told him everything about Jennifer's dark side. How it had begun. How she had avenged herself. The ruse she had been playing with everyone. Her hate for him and his species. Her murderous assault and the to-be extermination of the Omaticaya Clan… and furthermore of the entire Na'vi race.
As she had finished the grim tale his face was hard with a mix of confusion and anger. His fists were clenched close and trembled with anger, "No…"
"Yea… she was going to kill you now" Abi said between sobs and tears, "this monster isn't my sister… she's dead!"
"Abiranger…"

Ra-chah

"Abi… move away…" they shivered at the emotionless voice reached their ears. The time that had taken Abigail to tell the whole story had been more than enough for her sister to recover her senses and silently get up, only selling her awakening away at the loading of a normal, bullet-wise limited gun. She had decided to start the massacre by killing her subordinate old-school, "The monster here has a job to do…" her eyes were empty, just like they had been years before when killing her forceful appointed mate, "But I swear, you won't take away my sister!" she screamed at her subordinate, firing the first shot.
Dakarai braced himself and the bullet dug in his left arm, crimson blood pouring out the fresh wound, much to Abigail's gasp.
"JEN, STOP THIS!" she shouted in despair only to realize that her kin was way past the point of no return.
"I SAID MOVE AWAY!!!" the older woman roared back, guns pointed at Dakarai's vitals. She fired. Dakarai ducked and dragged Abi along into somersaulting down the forest hill they stood at. Once down there, they got up. They were filled with bruises and Abigail's forehead had opened a bleeding cut. She hissed with pain before her hand being yanked away, making her yelp as both started a hunter-prey chase with them as the hunted ones. The doctor's voice sounded in their ears, never diminishing its volume no matter how much they ran – the hunter was already hot on their tails.
"How dare you hurt her!?" they heard her shout, "You're dead Dakarai, DEAD!!!"

Shots of garish plasma flew razor to them, but they were swift and managed to avoid them all. But they simply kept coming. They heard another shout, a threat, "Do you know what they use to call me back when I was a Captain!? The Valkyrie of Bullets! I've never allowed a target to escape, I won't start now, Na'vi!!!"
They came to a sudden halt, gambling with their lifes in doing so, "You go and warn village!" Dakarai instructed, "It's my kin she's after, she'll come for me… so I distract her"
"What!? No! I won't let you risk your life and die in her hands!" Abi cried, before her lips were sealed with that long-waited kiss, "Daka-"
Another blast of plasma made them duck, "HANDS OFF HER!!!" Jennifer roared in madness as she grew closer.
"This kiss, is promise. Her madness won't kill me." He promised, "Now go!!"
A nod and they parted ways. She leapt for the left, starting her swinging path towards the village and he kept running forward, luring the murderer along, "Storm's a coming doctor! There's no way you'll defeat a Na'vi in the Pandorian jungle once the rain gets strong!"
"Is that a challenge!? Bring it on, Na'vi boy!!"

Abigail rushed as fast as she could. No matter how good Dakarai was at running and stalling, he could only do so for a set amount of time. Before that time ran up she would have to have everyone warned of the imminent danger and, on the best but unlikely situation, lead everyone away to safety. Very unlikely.
Swinging as fast as she could, her eyes widened as she felt nothing between her hands. The sudden downpour had turned the vines slippery and treacherous. The one she had grabbed… had rebelled and slipped from her hand, sending her free-falling to the ground. She felt the pain of impact and blacked out.

A rather powerful and stubborn ache woke her up. It still showered ugly around her, she wouldn't be surprised if it ended up causing a flood.
"Wait…" she blinked furiously, "How long have I been passed out?!" trying to stop her head from spinning even more, from making her dizziness increase. That, mixed with the sharp pain in her hip made her throw up.
With the rain – the harshness of which it fell mad it look like berserk hail – fustigating her back without mercy, Abigail hissed with pain as she got up and started, limping, her way to the Hometree.

A homing rushling made her senses perk up, sending her into a dive onto underneath the roots of a small tree – small according to Pandorian standards – and tried to shrunk and/or camouflage against the moisten wood.
She closed her eyes, large marble-sized tears raced down her cheeks, slightly washing away the faint purple colour her face had gained thanks to the spread blood contrasting with her body's cyan blue.
Her pursuer wasn't the kind to give up easily and most of her cyan body was seriously injured as it was. Crimson blood flowed freely, not only from her face but from the multiple cuts all over her body and its foul stench made her dizzy, vision blurry. If it came down to a physical battle she'd luckily last two to three minutes before falling in defeat.
Abigail wished that this was all a dream, that the one she loved and trusted wasn't actually trying to paint a crimson spot in the Pandorian landscape. Her heavy breathing froze as a fell branch was steeped on and cracked in two. Looking forward she saw that two blue coloured feet stood, eight toes total pointing at her. The hunter had caught the smell, if not of her body then her blood's, and crouched slowly in order to scout under the roots and discover what that scent was of. Its prey or a wounded animal's.
She closed her eyes shut with utmost fear of dying, recalling it all and trying to understand how... and why it had came down to this...

"Abi!" a male voice snapped her back into reality. The rushle she had heard hadn't been made by a slender, feminine body... it had been made by a bulky, male one. Her ex-heartbreaker was on his knees, stretching his arm towards her in order to fish her out from her hiding place. She grabbed the friendly hand and was pulled, soon enough Dakarai raced as fast as he could through the dark jungle, giving wounded Abi a much needed back-ride.
"What were you doing there!? I told you to warn village!" he shouted.
She couldn't help but to cry in shame at what had happened, "The rain caught me by surprise and the vine I was using became slippery..." she sniffed, "I feel and blacked out... I'm sorry..."
His strong legs jumped across a four meters wide abyss, resuming the race as if it was nothing, "...No, I'm sorry. You have never face the Pandora rains, I should have remembered that... you're hurt because of me" through she couldn't see it, his face spelled SORROW with capitals.
"Heh..." she smiled weakly, resting her chin over his shoulder, "Wait... what happened to Jen...?"
"I managed to lure and lost her." Dakarai said with a proud muzzle, "Not even her guns should help her survive when completely lost in the jungle's rain season."
"Good..." she sobbed, "That's good to hear..."

After ten minutes they arrived at and woken up the entire village. Some mimicked Abi's horrified face, others mimicked Dakarai's wrathful fist clenching. By the Dakarai's father's orders everyone retracted deep within the roots of Hometree, into a spiral cavern whose steps circled ever deeper, ending up at a unknown distance, in an unseen spot shrouded by the cloak of darkness. The circular abyss formed by the stairs location whose walls was richly incrusted with the one thing humans had came back to Pandora for – the Unobtanium minerals glimmered in the pale light like it were priceless gems.
"Auntie…" one of the twins asked, pouting up to Abigail, "does mommy really love us?"
She felt a lump of pity in her throat, crouching so that both were at the same eye-level, "She truly does, she's not aware of it, that's all…" she tried to suppress her doubts, converting them into reassurance for the children, "I just hope she realizes that before the end…"

"Father" Dakarai spoke on his mother tongue, "Why are we here? We should leave the Hometree at once, spread out through the jungle!"
"It's a gambit," the old Na'vi replied, "We just need to hope that the doctor takes the bait and goes looking somewhere else"
A thunder echoed before a loud giggle was heard and two weapon' unlocks announced the arrival of the Valkyrie of Bullets. Those closer to the entrance stepped away in fear as she walking inside at a mocking pace, worsening that same mocking as she greeted then in fluent Na'vi, "Good evening, my dear preys" she saluted with a grin, randomly shooting a bullet as she came in – a young female was shot in the heart and fell dead on the ground. On normal circumstances a bullet would barely wound past the carbon like bones of a Na'vi. But this weren't normal circumstances – Jennifer was less than ten meters from her targets and her bullets were plasma, not metal. And there was the fact that no one attacked her. They hadn't had time to arm up and couldn't bring themselves to believe that someone who they loved so much, had just done that.
The mate of the felled one jumped for the kill in blind rage. He could be unharmed but his powerful grip would have to do it. His head bursted with the impact on the plasma shot fired by the doctor. Her plasma bullets were endless. The tribe quickly understood that as six more Na'vi tried to avenge family or friends. Eight corpses laid lifeless behind Jennifer all having happened in the short time spawn it had taken her to walk the short distance between the entrance and the spot were she stood at, ten feet away from her sister and daughters.
"So Abi..." the gun seemed eager for another shot, "I'm eight casualties ahead of you... are you done saying pointless goodbyes? When will you catch up with your part of the cleaning?" she inquired.
"I... I won't even start, Jennifer" Abigail said nervously, feeling warm comfort as Dakarai stood by her side, with his un-shot arm placed reassuringly on her shoulder. It gave her the confidence boost she needed to face her sister.
"Oh...?" the older sister tilted her head with a frown as a gun was loaded with actually ammo, instead of the tranquilizing shocks, and aimed at her.
"I won't abandon them, my family, my nieces and" she blushed, "my future mate. I won't let go of them so that you are able to fulfil your madness... so wake up!"

Jennifer's frown deepened with disgust as she heard her sister's words, "Mate...?" she spat on the ground, before looking back at her, shaking her head with a – sudden – caring smile, "You're not thinking straight, but do not worry... once I'm done I'll take you to the shrink back at the base. You'll be better in no tim-"
"I AM THINKING STRAIGHT, GODDAMNIT!!!" Abigail roared, leaving her sister speechless, "I will protect them with my life if I have to! That was what I came here to do in the first place, to protect the fauna and flora..." she bit her lip again, "And I'll do so, follow the orders I've been given, until the bitter end. That," she took a deep breath, "is what I've been trained to do. So get out"
There was an awkward silence as Jennifer chewed on the words thrown at her, "Fine... FINE, sulk away among the filth, I don't care!" she growled, clearly hurt, "I'll... tell the military that... you two died in field work... so do not ever come back..." she sentenced, making both lower their guard.
"R-really?"
"Yea..." Jennifer said walking past the eight corpses and making way to the exit. Those who stood next to it could see the tears rolling down her big feline eyes.
Yet, even those... were unable to call her bluff before sadness was suddenly ripped away, revealing the boiling madness within.
Within a second she had turned around and leapt forward on a final attempt to slaughter her daughters.
Plasma was shot. Quick thinking, Dakarai used his wounded arm as a shield once more, howling in agony as he managed to deflect the plasma away. He was grabbed by the Valkyrie and thrown over her shoulder. She then glared and snarled at her trembling offspring, slapping Abigail's with such strength that she was thrown aside.
The whole tribe watched in horror but no once was able to move, having lost many of their warriors with the Valkyrie's entrance. Most remaining were too old, others were no more than crying cubs. But Jennifer only cared for two specific cubs.

The gun in her hands pointed mercilessly at them and the look in their mother/executioner's face was a glacial mask devoid of love and pity. The trigger was slowly pushed and both girls could see the plasma blast slowly gaining shape. Crying, they closed her eyes, tucking in each other's arms. A gleam of compassion, of motherly love tried to spark in the Valkyrie's eyes but, after so many years being forced back by sheer hate, it hadn't enough strength to spread out across her mind, "Farewell" she hissed.

The plasma was shot and the girls screamed.

Jennifer's eye twitched as gasping Abigail laid bleeding between her and the kids. A mortally large wound spread across her body.
"ABIGAIL!!" Jennifer heard someone shout before being pushed over by Dakarai, who kneeled, trying to stop the bleeding, crying.
Shock had sucked the forces out of her and now she lied on the ground, looking confusedly at her younger sister's dying eyes. As the light abandoned them, and the girl's body became limp, Jennifer felt her world crumble away.

The doctor was deaf to the tear spilling all around her, she was blind to all the sorrow inside the cavern. All she could see was her little sister's dead body, reverting to its human form now in death. She had... fulfilled orders. Her discipline and love had leaded her to lose her life protecting Pandora's fauna.
Pandora's fauna... and her – Jennifer's – daughters... for the first time in ages... the woman felt truly awake. Dispelling the madness, sisterly love made her crawl in order to reach her sister's side, now being her turn to cry, "ABS!" she cried, "Please Abs don't die!! Please... Oh God, what have I done!? Don't leave me Abs!" yet the now brown eyes had lost their light, became glassy, "...Abi...?"
"She's dead..." Dakarai murmured, "You killed her..." he accused.

She saw how her extermination had turned out. The body of the Valkyrie of Bullets trembled as she got up and stepped back. She stepped away from the dead girl, she wasn't worthy of bidding her farewell... she understood that, now... But the extermination would have to continue, with or without Abigail. By her accounts the remaining plasma inside her gun was enough for one last shot. Looking at Dakarai she grinned faintly as she knew exactly who else was coming down.
Without her sister... her target had no leftovers of will to keep living. So she saluted. She pointed the gun's orifice, pressing it against the target's head. No one stopped her. She pulled the trigger and the blast made everyone look at her.

Her last thoughts as she fell back, disappearing into the unknown depths of the Unobtanium pit were the times spent playing with baby Abigail. Watching her grow and become a shy breastless girl. She grinned one last time as her last memory was saying goodbye to her sister before departing for Pandora.

She just wished she had forgiven the Na'vi instead of being consumed by hate.
Then she wished not to have killed her appointed mate.
Finally she wished to have truly loved the innocent children.

When her body hit the ground she had long turned human during the fall.
It was too late now…