Master_Cypher
Moon
- Joined
- Oct 7, 2013
Dawn on Pandora is a sight to see, even from behind the thick glass that prevents its toxic atmosphere from leaking into the base. The two suns -or rathers, stars, as many scientists would quickly correct- shone brightly together in the sky. It felt… symbolic, in a way, of the pact made between the Na’vi and humans nearly a year ago, and the way the two, mutually alien species shared the planet in peace… relatively speaking, at least.
Sure, some still push to take the Na’vi by force, but even those angry, impatient shouts have dimmed into hoarse whispers in recent times. It helps that some Na’vi have elected to stay with the humans in the base and help them better understand their ways, their satellite-planet, and their deity, Eywa. Likewise, some humans, including Jake Sully, have chosen to live among the Navi, either through a complete conscious shift into their avatar or, for the less financially sound, in a fully stocked bunker on the land among the roots of their home tree that was graciously provided by Na’vi… or Eywa, depending upon who you ask.
The recent influx of various personnel have transformed what was once a base of military operations and scientific studies into the first of a handful of human colonies on Pandora. Among the most recent of these travelers was Riece Hartson, one of the prospective unobtanium “miners.” Due to the nature of the job, he’d had to pay a significant sum out of pocket for the chance alone… Yet he still thought it was worth it, especially after he’d seen his fully grown avatar...
And doubly so now that he stood on the moon of Polyphemus, watching the twin stars Alpha Centauri A and B rise over the massive treetops and reflect their light off of the beautiful indigo gas giant itself. He currently stood among his fellow prospective miners. They’d been here for a week, learning the full extent of their new avatar bodies from both the human and Na’vi perspective… And today was the day they learned whether or not they got the job they came here for.
It was, however, a surprise when it was not a human that showed up… but one of the Na’vi. He spoke a phrase we’d come to recognize as a greeting, then gave a small smile. “Or, as you say, hello, and welcome to our home.”
He explained that the reason there were so many new humans, but only a handful of available mining positions was because it wasn’t the human companies, scientists, or military that got last say on who was hired, nor was it the Na’vi themselves. It was to be Eywa who performed “their final interview,” for lack of a better term… With some of the Na’vi present to oversee the proceedings and protect their sacred grounds, of course. He said that whoever Eywa accepted could begin work and, if they so wished, undergo training similar to Jake’s to become honorary members of their tribe.
With that, he left, saying, “I’ll see you again after you change skins.” Of course, it’s safe to assume he actually meant “once you synchronize with your avatars.” The Navi still don’t fully understand human technology, after all… Though they are learning to appreciate the environmental benefits of science, at least.
Syncing with an avatar is a unique experience completely unlike any other. One might suggest that it’s almost like a lucid dream, but significantly more intense… And you never really fall asleep. Still, it’s a little difficult to keep yourself from yawning when your body’s been lying dormant for a few hours, a fact that was soon discovered by Riece and the others. Still, soon they soon rose from their bunks, ready to begin the trip to home tree.
Upon leaving camp, they were met by a small group of Na’vi… Mostly females, much to the collective chagrin of the humans due to their scant tribal dress. Riece swallowed a lump in his throat as he and the rest of the men in his group tried hard not to stare at them… Though the Na’vi showed no such compunctions. Most Na’vi were well aware of the avatars and humanity’s presence inside them, but some still had yet to see it for themselves.
The majority of these women were obviously of the latter group, and some were staring in obvious interest and curiosity.
Sure, some still push to take the Na’vi by force, but even those angry, impatient shouts have dimmed into hoarse whispers in recent times. It helps that some Na’vi have elected to stay with the humans in the base and help them better understand their ways, their satellite-planet, and their deity, Eywa. Likewise, some humans, including Jake Sully, have chosen to live among the Navi, either through a complete conscious shift into their avatar or, for the less financially sound, in a fully stocked bunker on the land among the roots of their home tree that was graciously provided by Na’vi… or Eywa, depending upon who you ask.
The recent influx of various personnel have transformed what was once a base of military operations and scientific studies into the first of a handful of human colonies on Pandora. Among the most recent of these travelers was Riece Hartson, one of the prospective unobtanium “miners.” Due to the nature of the job, he’d had to pay a significant sum out of pocket for the chance alone… Yet he still thought it was worth it, especially after he’d seen his fully grown avatar...
And doubly so now that he stood on the moon of Polyphemus, watching the twin stars Alpha Centauri A and B rise over the massive treetops and reflect their light off of the beautiful indigo gas giant itself. He currently stood among his fellow prospective miners. They’d been here for a week, learning the full extent of their new avatar bodies from both the human and Na’vi perspective… And today was the day they learned whether or not they got the job they came here for.
It was, however, a surprise when it was not a human that showed up… but one of the Na’vi. He spoke a phrase we’d come to recognize as a greeting, then gave a small smile. “Or, as you say, hello, and welcome to our home.”
He explained that the reason there were so many new humans, but only a handful of available mining positions was because it wasn’t the human companies, scientists, or military that got last say on who was hired, nor was it the Na’vi themselves. It was to be Eywa who performed “their final interview,” for lack of a better term… With some of the Na’vi present to oversee the proceedings and protect their sacred grounds, of course. He said that whoever Eywa accepted could begin work and, if they so wished, undergo training similar to Jake’s to become honorary members of their tribe.
With that, he left, saying, “I’ll see you again after you change skins.” Of course, it’s safe to assume he actually meant “once you synchronize with your avatars.” The Navi still don’t fully understand human technology, after all… Though they are learning to appreciate the environmental benefits of science, at least.
Syncing with an avatar is a unique experience completely unlike any other. One might suggest that it’s almost like a lucid dream, but significantly more intense… And you never really fall asleep. Still, it’s a little difficult to keep yourself from yawning when your body’s been lying dormant for a few hours, a fact that was soon discovered by Riece and the others. Still, soon they soon rose from their bunks, ready to begin the trip to home tree.
Upon leaving camp, they were met by a small group of Na’vi… Mostly females, much to the collective chagrin of the humans due to their scant tribal dress. Riece swallowed a lump in his throat as he and the rest of the men in his group tried hard not to stare at them… Though the Na’vi showed no such compunctions. Most Na’vi were well aware of the avatars and humanity’s presence inside them, but some still had yet to see it for themselves.
The majority of these women were obviously of the latter group, and some were staring in obvious interest and curiosity.
