Don't go Soft: Pandora

When he'd heard that there were really, and by really he didn't think they meant like this, large birds on the planet; he'd not expected to be face to face with probably the most irate creature in his existence. He'd heard of one's larger than the small Hornet's he'd been driving VTOL for; but, when his entire craft was literally thrown about in a circle... he saw it alright; and he couldn't help but stare.

This creature, red, that was all he really saw was red; it seemed to be the color of rage; his own clan back on his homeworld had told him to be ca- well that doesn't matter does it? All he saw was red flesh and snapping jaws. A man being ripped free of his harness, another falling to his death...

Even in light gravity it was still a long fall.

Claxons cry their mourning song as he's spun; slowly decending even as the glass begins to shatter with the force of the blows against his wind-shield. Teeth bare in a grimace as he reaches for the pathetically crafted mask. His large hands taking a hold of the rubber suit part of the face guard; he clamping it over his face right as the glass shatters. The miasma of air rushing in made his eyes glimmer a second; before his large leg lashes out and shatters one of the crests on the beast's face. The strength in his kick sent the beastly creature spiraling... Letting the craft go but; he was still strapped in...

And without a second though he cuts the straps free; the emergency tool having been in his hand since the spiral had started... And he is ejected rather painfully through the broken windscreen...

Thankfully he wasn't dead yet, nor too seriously injured to not think... But, as he stared at the rapidly approaching tree line his mind was starting to... Well, wander a bit; he holding his breath still... He'd not turned the mask on yet... it was too dangerous to do that in mid air!

But, as the first branch strikes, his entire body is sent backwards; his boot catching in a lower down branch even as he's jerked to a stop; his ankle now throbbing as he stared at the floor of the forest; a fair distance down. His ankle wasn't broken, even from such a horrendous fall it wasn't shattered... God he loved his boots now. Twisted he could work with; it'd be pain, pain kept you alive! Pain kept you alert... But... pain... hurt...

"... Oh yeah; I forgot..."

And with that he begins fumbling for the control on his mask; it having not fallen off in the deluge of attacks! Well, he was happy about that... Of course, when it tightens on his face he begins to breath; his deep, shockingly dusky breaths fogging the glass a bit; before he resigns himself to hanging around a bit.

And that, children, is how you start a Monday off...

Of course the explosion he heard seconds later made his face pull into a depressed frown, he just not trying right now to get anything in the way of extrication done. He, well, was pretty damn lost now. If anything he'd be forced to trek back to camp. Or a base in the remote shit-hole this planet called mountains...

What he wouldn't give for a Clan extraction team right now...

Maybe not his testicles, but damn close!

She hummed softly - one of the songs Eywa herself had taught to the Avatar - the dreamwalker....She'd earned her place in the Seze clan - here in the fringe of the forest on the cliffs and lingering plains of high grass. That was how she had gotten three things - one, her name. Atan'ong, the Blossomed Light, the spirit leader had told her. It was only coincidental that her original name - her human name, had meant Pure, or Purity. Well, that name didn't matter anymore. She was Na'vi now, though at first it hadn't been her choice. It was an accident that she could no longer be human - something had gone wrong in the link chamber, severing the majority of her memories of being a human. One of the last things she'd heard before escaping to the jungle was that it was impossible for her to return to her human body - well, that was a few years ago, now...

She smiled as a little heli-lizard chirped at her, licking her fingers. She gave a chuckle, petting it gingerly on the head. She loved the fauna on this planet - all the animals and plants, even the dangerous ones. She knew how to avoid danger, and counter it if she really needed to, but she refused to fight, even for her life. Her clan knew that, and appreciated her disgust with combat. She was given the duty of being a gatherer, and a singer of Eywa. But she was also permitted the company of one of her other honors - a very handsome Ikran male.

Speaking of... She heard a small chitter, which made the little lizard jump into the air because of his startle - and begin to spin around on his single wing. She caught the little lizard in her hands and set him back down on the branch, laughing. She'd gotten enough of the healing cilliphant leaves, anyways. She stroked the lizard one more time to calm him, and then strode over to her massive Ikran. He looked at her with dark purple eyes placed with pale mist-blue skin with white and gray markings.

He crooned at her affectionately, and she rubbed his muzzle lovingly. She had no mate - so this Ikran was her closest companion besides the spirit leader. She had named him Hufwe'ta, Sky wing, for his colors. But his colors made him an outcast, much like her own colors made her an oddity amongst the Na'vi of the Seze. She was accepted, yes, but that didn't mean everyone liked her. She had earned her name, her rank, and her Ikran, so she was a woman of the tribe. People still did not fully appreciate her. That was one reason she had been given the job of gatherer - she would be away most of the time.

She patted Hufwe'ta's neck, and linked their queues in tsahaylu, feeling the bond to his mind in her own. It was a wonderful experience, to feel their minds connected wholly. He would do as she wished, and she would do her best to protect him. She hooked herself into the harness, and they were off with her signal.

The forest and low-slung clouds passed underneath them as she headed deeper into the forest range. She had the cilliphant leaves, yes, but she still had to collect some fruit for the children. They at least liked her, even with her blonde-hair, blue eyes, and spots rather than stripes. All three of those mishaps had come from a slight gene mix-up in the incubation tube of her Avatar. But she didn't mind, really.

But then she saw a trail of smoke over a large collection of trees - her curiosity sparked, and she angled Hufwe'ta's flight to investigate. Quickly enough, they were close, so she had Hufwe'ta land in a tree, hooking himself in an old, unused Ikran nest. He seemed content enough for her to leave him, so she did, running over branches and using vines to steady herself until she came to the crash - an empty scorpion ship. Her brows furrowed - the Seze would need to know about this, but she wasn't about to get any closer. Her ear perked to the side, and she followed the sound.

Silently working her way through the tops of the trees, she halted, finding something... most odd. A human, hanging by one leg in a tree. Wracking her mind to remember english, for she had been out of practice with it for years, she managed a feeble greeting.

"Who you, human? Why you live from crash? Where your friends?" she called out. He seemed to be safe enough - he was big and burly, but he didn't seem to have any weapons on him.

He'd been struggling to get his leg free for almost a good hour; his hands wrenching the branch to and fro with force almost uneeded it seemed; but still the branch held strong. He couldn't really regret his 'bad luck', seeing as that he's still alive, still breathing... The grim grunts and now half hearted tugging were causing him to sweat; it felt like oil was seeping from his skin; the heavy air not helping at all in this case. So, even before he hears the 'native' approaching, his heavy flak-vest was falling free, it's straps having been undone and a low curse of anger leaving his lips. Though, a thankful groan of reliefe even as he begins to strip his shirt off.

He had little need to be so hot.

So, that being flung away from his body; he having ripped it in half in his urge to get it off; he could just sigh now; allowing himself to cool off as sweat dribbled from his head and down the glass of his mask. He just smiling in bliss before that haltingly common speech came; he turning his head this way and that before finally registering something, or... what appeared to be one of the aliens... was... ah, speaking to him... And he replies in kind...

"The Ghost Bear smiles upon me this day; that is why I live... That is also why I am here... probably."

His deity, his clan name, his totem. That, is what he attributed to his life right now; his knowledge and frankly all the bad shit that'd happened including the time space-rupture, the concequential capture and the entire interrogation before being hired on as a ... a... Mercenary. The word was as foul in mouth as mind; but he'd been allowed to keep his suit, his... brothers hadn't been lucky. Not at all...

Kyy, he'd been killed first... Then Taro... His friends, his brothers were all dead and now he worked for those that killed them. Biding his time, quietly waiting, always watching for the wrong move.

But, her words catch him off guard, the 'friends', his unit? He couldn't decide, either way he'd be truthful when he spoke; both the meaning and the truth of the matter were he had no friends. No one he knew was alive anymore; and truth be told... a Unit was not friends...

"Dead. And they've been dead for an hour now. A large beast, a shadow on the sky, red as the rage in the hearts of men... It descended upon us and slew my men, destroyed my way back.", he sighs lowly, "My friends have been dead longer; do not associate me with these people. They are Mercenaries, I am Ghost Bear, we are NOT the same, nor are we friends.", ouch, the venom spoken was tangible in his words. He lacked respect for the humans... Although, he apparently wasn't afraid of her. Perhaps he knew she was an avatar? Or... maybe he assumed she was human and painted blue...

Who knew...

So - she had chosen the wrong word from her now limited dictionary to label his unit. It was easy to speak Na'vi for her, now, english was now difficult....

"Toruk does not like his sky filled by tawtute machines - that is why he attack. I say sorry, for naming your fighters friends. My words... hard to use now. Years ago english-words came simple. Now I am Seze Na'vi. English is...hard." she replied calmly, though her cheeks flushed a little as she realized his shirt was now gone. He was a brute, alright, though he was not ungainly in figure.

However, he was still stuck. That wasn't good - she was surprised he wasn't passed out from blood rushing to his head by now. She worked her way to the tree and branch he was slung from - she looked below, and saw no plants to cushion his fall should she unhook him. This would be more difficult than she thought.

"I will help you, if you not hurt me. Atan'ong, that my name - Na'vi name. In english... I am Kaetlin." she spoke, not really paying attention to him - if he was doing anything or not. She was more focused on finding a way to get him safely down - or.... up. She grinned - that was a way to get him safely out of his predicament. She gave a whistle for Hufwe'ta - and within moments he came to them, though he halted and hovered, shrieking at the human nervously. She cooed to him, and he calmed.

"Hufwe'ta will help. He will go under you, and push you up. You will fall onto his back as I untie you. Do not fear him, he not hurt you, human." she mumbled, pulling out a bone-knife, serrated to easily penetrate animal hide and muscle - or to easily cute a vine from a humans foot. She gave a short bark to Hufwe'ta, who dove underneath the human the moment the vine was severed. She jumped back a step from the spot - hoping that the human had enough sense to let the Ikran do his job.

Sense he had, he wasn't about to fall to his death; but; he only grimaces as he sees the knife; he grumbling dully; his sesnes were starting to cloud over a bit; he was getting dizzy... Apparently he was using his furious actions to keep from passing out; and now that she was cutting him loose? He'd stopped and now he was starting to get sick... So, when he falls, his natural reaction was to turn; so he does; landing all five-hundred and seventy pounds on the Bird Beast's back... And forcing it down almost seven feet because of the suddenness of his landing.

Sweaty muscles glide over the beast's shoulders as he holds on for dear life; without his tactical vest he was more vulnerable to sharp, pokey things than even the na'vi were. Though his muscles might stop a few things from killing him; he doubted the bird beast would be so forgiving. So. He, with all the grace of an elephant on acid, slips free of the Ikran's neck; slipping into a free fall almost ten feet from the ground.

And he lands with a thud that was rather confirming of him hitting rather hard.

So, now he's seeing stars; his grin was rather stupid as he made hands at the sparkling things on his visual index, murmuring under his breath at how 'pretty the stars were'. He's... Out of it... For just a bit.

However, if one were to look; which him being out for the count for just a bit; his skin's natural textures were luminous even in the shady light of the forest; not heavily so, but... They appared to be circuits of sorts, just under his skin... Flowing around what appeared to me small... Ports in his upper arms and chest. The man was apparently a walking computer network! Though his musculature and body were far more advanced than many humans; suggesting an almost beast like burning of carbs and fats; for the man, if she would pinch his stomach or chest muscles... Lacked even a percent of the softness even Na'vi had.

The man was obviously human; but... different...

One wouldn't be able to place it for a while; he wasn't really coherent right now enough to care.... no sir...

She cursed under her breath as Hufwe'ta screeched from surprise, jerking from under the human, aiding in the man's willing free-fall down to the jungle floor.
"....Nari si, Hufwe'ta, nari si...skxawng tawtute 'awpo...." she murmured, reaching out to stroke the hovering Ikran's snout. She grunted, sliding the knife back into it's holster over her chest, and leaped off the branch the entire 17 feet to the ground, landing only inches away from the human. She noticed the delirious spaced-out expression on his face, and concluded that he was temporarily knocked out. Oh well, it was time enough to investigate him for wounds.

In a manner that would have been rare for her as a human, she passed her blue-skinned hands over the gargantuan male's torso, feeling rather than looking for obstructions in his body. Thankfully, she had more than plenty cilliphant leaves to spare. She found one wound, and chewed on one of the small leaves, rolling it with her tongue into a twisted length. Then she pressed it against the rather minor wound, and held it there, silently hoping he wouldn't awake while she had her hands on him.

His skin was rough, and looked off-colored, but not bad. She'd never seen a person like this before - not on Pandora, and she couldn't recall anything of her Earth-life, so it was useless to say she might have seen one there.

"Ugh...You humans disgust me, sometimes..." she murmured, beautiful eyes glazed over as she turned her gaze to the trail of smoke, and the scorpion gunship that lay burning. She would look over that, if she wasn't so pathetically weak with combat. But it seemed she did not need to - the human said the rest of the men were dead. Toruk had probably seen to that...

Waiting for him to regain consciousness however, was a boring task, because now the cilliphant leaf was dry enough that it did not need to be held on the wound to stay. The opening and around it would be numb for a little while, but that was part of the healing process. She began to hum once more - that's what she did now to amuse herself. Some would say she had a gorgeous voice, but she did not hear it. She saw the good in everything - except herself. That was the way Atan'ong was - the blossomed light that illuminated all except itself...

Even with her Ikran, she saw the light. Hufwe'ta had been the outcast among his kind, his colors were far different than normal, and so he was shunned. Not even the Na'vi saw the white-Ikran hunting or flying - they thought him soon to die, defective, which was why he was alone. No Na'vi sought to bond with him until Atan'ong did. He didn't even try to attack her, until she misinterpreted his surprised rearing up as an attack. And it turned out, he was the best flier of all the Ikran on that sector. The reason no Na'vi saw him hunting or flying was because his colors - he could not be seen in the cloud cover.

She just hummed, waiting, looking over the man's supplies.

Was only out for almost half an hour; though when he wakes he starts upright and scoots back with a grunt; he obviously thinking of the crash more than his natural instinct to survive. He'd obviously thought himself delirious before too. But, as his vision clears, he actually pulling his mask to the side to spit phlemghy bile free of his mouth; he muttering a low oath before shaking his head. The air was, clean, at least to him. So, he breathes a slow breath in; before coughing and putting his mask back on with a dull chuckle. And now the air was attacking his sinuses. So, the next thing he knows is that he sneezes, and... He's staring at the inside of his mask being covered in saliva and snot. And with that he breathes deeply again, not even paying attention to his surroundings; and, with a slow motion he pulls out a hanky... and begins to clean his mask some. He assumed since the air was different that what he was seeing was an illusion caused from exposure... Almost a minute later...

He was still seeing it with his mask on and that is when he begins to breath harder... He thought he fell from coincidence...

"Oh... shit...", the words described plenty well what he thought right now... a Native... A fuckin' native... He just had to be unable to call in back up. His hands go to his side, he actually gulping air before he grumbles and settles back against a plant, or what he assumed was a plant... No one could be sure in these parts and truthfully he wasn't aware of any ground creatures that were... predatory enough to kill him yet...

He holds up his hands a bit before, almost collapsing a second time...

The pain just hit, and he could only grunt to himself; "How... far did I fall?", he obviously knew he'd not hit at a one hundred foot drop; he'd be splattered even if he was superior to the Mercs he worked with. Teeth bare in a snarling grunt as pain wracks though his head; he muttering a dull humming groan of pain... It hurt to think right now...

But, in all that, he feels, numb; elsewhere. His fingers traveling slowly along his body to where the leaf is... He knew better than to move anything given him by anyone else; he trusted enough that he wasn't dead yet.

"Did... you do this?", his voice to the covering than anything else... And boy were his ears red, he must have a splitting headache!

She watched him warily, though gave a giggle when she saw him sneeze into his mask. He obviously wasn't used to Pandora yet. She smiled. He didn't seem... that bad.

"You fell from sky - I know not how far, caught on branch. From there, fell...twice mine." she replied softly, watching him still. She was starting to remember what it was like to be human - she never wanted to return to that form - but some things were pleasant to remember. Being small, for one. But then again - this man wasn't very small. He was almost as tall as her, and that was saying something!

"I give you leaf, like this," she explained, holding out one of the cilliphant leaves. They were pink, textured with spots of red. "They heal fast. I am sorry if I scare you." she apologized, noting that he seemed startled once he got a good look at her. Perhaps it was that she was barely clothes - only with the beads and dyed leather. But then, it might just be that she was a Na'vi, speaking his language. She didn't normally meet humans anymore - but after all, he hadn't shot her yet. That was a plus. There was no doubt she could never take him to the Seze - they were very hostile to humans - the only reason she hadn't been attacked the moment she walked in there was because she was with one of the highest ranking hunters - one who wore tirea armor - spirit armor. That alone had granted her access, and now they were the best of friends.

No, he would not be allowed near the cliffs of the Hometree.

"Your head will hurt, you land hard, off Hufwe'ta." she chuckled, pointing up at the perched Ikran. A ray of light shone in on them temporarily as a bit of wind parted some of the upper leaves of the jungle - her rich blue skin shimmered, making the spots more obvious, and even more her eyes. She didn't know if he knew what a Na'vi should look like - but apparently he knew the general image of one.

"I can tell... I think I almost broke my ankle in that tree... Heh...", his laughter at the end was halted and quiet; he, apparently, had little fear in his eyes now that he was certain he wasn't to be killed. His eyes were a dull color; like the slate, like earth itself. Her voice made him chuckle; he shaking his head a bit, "I... was delerious I'm afraid... Even while keeping active... It's not good to hang upside down. M'brothers in arms died... I'm not happy about being stranded. But eh, I live, and while I live there is hope of rescue. When I die there is no hope. Tell me, where did I crash? We were almost pulled eighteen miles off course as the crow flies..."

He seemed much calmer, now that he was resting his back against a tree. Perhaps he too understood the danger of leaving one's back open.

Though, now that he's open for her view; she can see the puckered skin around his so called 'wounds', each one being laid upen as if infected; though with a biological implant that settled itself into a neat little hole. he had several suck around each of his arms; unnoticed by anyone who wasn't a skilled physician or knowledgable of human anatomy.

His muscles flexed as he began to stand up; slowly, but surely his entire height was revelead to be but a wee bit shorter than hers; he scraping the eight foot mark with a bit of excess. He was a tall, tall human; even the Na'vi who'd seen him working on clearing brush were... Let's just say amazed that they got that big. He was one of the men who also insured that the School Workers were safe. His massive frame almost a mainstay at such a place of learning. He interested the young boys the most, when he was doing his work-outs with the scientists; or rather their avatars, (Mostly because they weights inside couldn't sustain a high enough weight for him), but that was a story for another time...

Right now he is panting, heavily, and on his feet... And that's when she can see the deep recesses of his shoulders; then... He turns to stretch, and his back; covered in would be wounds is shown... No discomfort given... But, this man, obviously he was a big person...

But he was so different than the others...

So very, very different.

Again she watched him - he was an odd human, alright. Not at all like the ones she normally saw, if she saw any of them. Though she stood alongside him when he got up, and he stretched. He was as different among the humans as she was among the Na'vi, from what she could gather. He was sensible enough, though, for he didn't attack her, not even with fists. But when he asked about where his ship crashed - she was tempted to lie to him. He may prove useful to the Seze clan, because of his size.

"I will not lie to you...Your ship is only a few Angtsik lengths away, but I do not want to take you there. You could do much for my clan - we are far from battle, and we have no fighting...But there is no telling future. You do not like the other tawtutes that were with you - would you try to like us?" she asked calmly, though she was shaking a little. She didn't know how to handle this very well, and she wasn't very good at asking for things. Her tail showed her mood, flicking anxiously and close to her legs. Her gaze was downcast, though she looked at him bravely.

Bravery. That was one word that had been forced into her mind. Now she knew that she was brave, even if she was scared. She would always do what was best, even when she didn't want to do it. Like this. It was true, her clan could use his strength and size - if he hated the other humans with a passion that matched her loyalty to the Na'vi, then she could convince the Seze to trust him - on her word.

Of course... She would have to explain to him everything. that she was a human, locked forever in a Na'vi body - for all she knew, her body was dead, for the first war of Pandora had long ended. Apparently though, there were several more bases scattered across, and one was near their shoreline... She hoped war would not come to them - she could not fight, but she would not let her people die.

"Please, tawtute....If you don't like idea, let me explain more. I am human, like you. Was human...." she started, though paused. She didn't even know if he was rejecting the idea. She sighed, and focused. Her shoulders sagged a little however, showing her slight depression. Was she so desperate for another companion other than Hufwe'ta and Karyu'tsteu?

Hufwe'ta was her tsahaylu keye'ung - her spiritually bonded animal. That was wonderful, but they could only signal each other, they could not speak, he would not understand her plights. Karyu'tsteu was often busy, though he shared the same branch with her, and tried as much as he could to spend time with her. He was the one who brought her to the Seze clan. There was also a young fisher's boy, but they weren't that close.... Was she just trying to fill in the gap that becoming a Na'vi had opened - though the one being a human that had been filled?

The man was, to say the least, aghast; how did she know of his hate toward those who had virtually enslaved him... for a Paycheck that didn't make up for the mental trauma of having your world taken away from you. He only shakes his head with a low laugh, "That would put me in a situation of Death either way. I will die out here without assistance. And I will probably be killed by the tribe. If I were to be truthful in intent, I doubt they would take a 'dream walker's word on such matters. But I would need to go back to the ship; I would need to collect the items that will allow me to breathe.", he seems not at all perturbed by the idea.... After she explained...

He'd been kind've apprehensive about even stepping foot near a Na'vi encampment; he'd seen what the Hell-Trucks came back with in their tires; he wasn't about to have femur sized arrows rammed into his body thank you kindly. But! When it came to being savagely eaten he would take the neuro-toxin tipped darts into his body any day.

But, he shakes his head, "I heard one of our motors explode; the Scorpion won't get into the air without assistance and even then... I doubt we have any fuel. Your big ass bird buddy in the sky certainly ripped us a new a- well I am not one to use such language in front of anyone except my peers."

However, when he begins to move, he limps a bit; not too much; but it's obvious his leg is injured. Though; he leans down, taking his armored vest. He doesn't bend over; like many would do; instead he kneels; having obvious trouble leaning over; needing to keep himself balanced on this world.

He also seems to be a bit deaf on one side; as he almost turns viciously at a movement he sees in his eye's corner...

Obviously this man was torn from wars many times different than the Na'vi's own. Very strange indeed...

She sighed. He'd get to his ship any way he could - whether it was on his own investigation or otherwise.

"You are right. I apologize. I have forgotten how it is to be human. I explain while I take you there. It is burning - I would not idle. I am not a hunter or warrior. I do not fight - I do not like going to your kunsip - your scorpion. Karyu'tsteu would help me - but he is not here. He teach the little ones to hunt like him." she replied shakily. Going near a gunship was one thing she had not expected - and wanted to avoid.

He was warranted with his distrust of the Na'vi - the warriors and hunters were very dangerous to outsiders or enemies. Even a brute such as him would have difficulty staving off a hundred arrows at once... She observed the way he moved - he had experience in unknown conditions, that was obvious. But he limped, favoring one leg over the other. She'd neglected to check his entire body - that was her mistake. She would need to see that later, to see if it would hinder him too much or not.

She beckoned to him, and turned to the direction where the scorpion had crashed. Hopefully they would not be caught in an explosion. That would be bad, to say the least.

"Come, tawtute. I shall tell you my simple tale." she called, taking a moment to glance up at Hufwe'ta, who was preening himself to get rid of bugs. He would not miss her for these few short minutes, though it wouldn't hurt to tell him to return home. She would be landbound as long as she was set on guiding this human. And she was right set on helping him. One more human that was against the rest was a huge advantage.

"I was dreamwalker, years past. No longer - link was wrong, I had no memory of being tawtute. I could not go back. Karyu'tsteu found me in Utral Aymokriya - a Tree of Voices, a smaller tree than the tree of Eywa. He brought me back to the Seze - my people of the shore and Ikran like Hufwe'ta. There, because he is best hunter, I had his protection. I was accepted because I am no warrior or hunter, and like the Na'vi too much to betray them. If you dislike your warriors as I think you do, I may make them see you as an ally. You would be safe, in our Hometree. Maybe you tame Turok, the one who took down your kunsip." she explained as she moved. She moved silently, for though she lacked the fight of a hunter or warrior, it was simply Na'vi to move as if you weren't there.

The view of the massive ship opened up - that was easy, for the majority of the vegetation around was smoldering. That set her heart in an ache. But what was worse - she saw a dying Pa'li near the scorpion. Now ignoring the human whose name she still did not yet know, she ran forward to the ailing animal's side. The horse gave a pained squeal, and thrashed a leg or two at her. She went around it, wrapping her arms gently around the neck of the magnificent creature. She petted the crest along the back of the horse's neck, hushing it quietly. She silently slid her knife out - this Pa'li had no hope of living....

It's stomach was gouged out, apparently severed by one of the larger pieces of shrapnel that had been flung by the crash. She moved her knife over the sternum of the animal, then grunted as she heaved back on the weapon - forcing the long and sharp blade into the creature's heart. She almost started crying. This was the reason she didn't want to fight - she hated killing, she hated to hurt things like this...

She set her head to the long snout of the Pa'li, and murmured a common passing rite to her.
"Rest in Eywa's arms..." she muttered, and then she did cry, as she heard the last whine of the beast. The world was blank around her - she hoped she never had to do this again - for Hufwe'ta, her comrades, anyone or anything...

The lower gravity afforded him better conditions for movement than normally attested; he was happy for one good thing out of this entire ordeal. So, he moves quickly; even at a limp. His body is well adjusted for environments where he'd be subject to worse than just toxic air. So, limping with the speed of a man running; which was a sight to see for sure. However; the look on his face when he sees the ship and the sound he can hear through the thick air makes him almost blanch. He was very, very human in his observation; the small gunship had apparently let loose with it's entire payload of missiles once crashing... A dangerous defect that would cost many men their lives...

He could only smile grimly at that.

But, as he begins to make his way toward the ship; the woman's shock and grief causes him to turn quickly; a warrior's nature to do so, not that she was dangerous to him... Pacifist... but the fact she was being so loud was a concern to him. He had seen beasts in these woods that were larger than the so called 'apex predator' he'd seen creatures rip asunder some of the largest ships they had. He was not at all happy with her blubbering. Not at all. Seeing as she was at least accepted and knew the risks...

He could only grunt lowly, he ignoring her for now; he having to press on; the rebreather he wore was meant for the longest use he could get; but he'd need another if he were to keep them in tandem with washing. A grimace was set as, well; he found a body; a... Rather eviscerated body at that; but the head was there... He could only grumble darkly as he slowly removed the gas mask; his face contorting as he slowly closed the man's eyes... He murmuring a short uttered prayer before standing; he had the mask... He needed a gun... Prefferably... Oh my... They're still in tact...

His eyes alight on the massive guns that just sat in their housings; he only grinning a little as he slowly moves toward them; the machines of death causing him to chuckle darkly, "These... are my Boomsticks...", he surely would welcome the weight of the automatic rifles...

Yes, yes he would... But, would he be slain for having them? Eh, he'll wait for that later...

For now... GUNS!