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𝔸ℝ𝕐𝔸 tightly gripped Grace's hand, and Jake, with Ninat placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, looked down at the scene unfolding. "Grace! Grace!" Arya called out urgently, witnessing the glow of the vines dimming. "What's happening?" she asked Mo'at, hovering her hands over the Avatar. Arya rushed to Mo'at's side, questioning, "Did it work?"

Mo'at's response was solemn, "Her wounds were too great. It was not enough time. She is with Eywa now." Neytan, in sorrow, carefully removed the air mask from Grace's face, placing his hand on her head. Arya, overwhelmed with emotions, closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Eventually, she stood up, and Neytan, observing her, took her offered hand as he stood beside her. "With your permission, I will speak now," Arya addressed Neytan. Turning to Tsu'tey, she continued, "You would honor me by translating." Tsu'tey nodded. Facing The People, Arya, with Tsu'tey translating, declared, "The Sky People have sent us a message that they can take whatever they want, and no one can stop them. But we will send them a message."

Determination resonated in her words as The People slowly rose. "You ride out as fast as the wind can carry you," Arya urged. Tsu'tey looked at her with pride as he translated, and The People felt her courage and determination. "You tell the other clans to come. You tell them Toruk Makto calls to them. And you fly now with me! My brothers! Sisters! And we will show the Sky People that they cannot take whatever they want, and that this, this is our land!"

With Arya's powerful words, The People erupted in cheers and battle cries. Jake watched Arya with pride, considering her like a sister, and joined in the celebration. Arya took Neytan's hand, leading the way to the Toruk with The People following, cheering. Arya and Neytan mounted the Toruk together. "Yah!" Arya screamed as Toruk screeched, taking flight. The People, inspired, followed their lead, warriors mounting their ikrans, taking to the skies. Neytan cried out as they soared, "Yah!" Together, they rose into the dawn, a symbol of a new day and the unwavering spirit of The People.

We rode out to the four winds. To the horse clans of the plain.

The leader turned to face his people, his eyes reflecting determination. He raised his arms, signaling his agreement to Arya's plan to defend Pandora. A resounding cheer erupted from The People, echoing through the sacred land. With unwavering resolve, they mounted their direhorses and rode out, following Arya into the impending battle. The air was charged with the spirit of unity and defiance as they galloped towards the unfolding destiny, ready to protect their home.

To the ikran people of the Eastern Sea.

"For our children's children!" Arya exclaimed, her voice ringing out with a fervour that resonated through the air. Neytan swiftly translated her words for The People, who, inspired by her impassioned declaration, stood ready for battle. With unwavering determination, they prepared to follow Arya's lead, ready to defend their land for the generations yet to come.

When Toruk Makto called them, they came.

The People erupted in cheers and unleashed their battle cries, the fervour of unity echoing through the air. With a swift movement, they made their way to their ikrans, mounting the majestic creatures. Following Arya's lead, they soared into the sky, a formidable force united in purpose, ready to face the challenges ahead.

The clans converged at the sacred place, a gathering of unity as ikrans soared through the sky and direhorses rode on the sacred ground. Arya, transformed into a warrior, donned a formidable warrior getup. Body paint adorned her skin, and her braids, now free, cascaded down to her lower back, adorned with feathers and beads. Standing on a sturdy branch with Toruk at her side, Arya surveyed the scene with unwavering determination etched onto her face. In her firm grip, she held a bow, a symbol of readiness and commitment to protect their land. The air pulsated with anticipation as the assembled clans prepared for the impending battle under Arya's steadfast leadership.

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"Everyone on this base, every one of you, is fighting for survival. That's a fact!" Quaritch addressed the assembled crowd, his words carrying a stern weight. The blinds shut, casting a darkness that enveloped the room, while the hologram monitor flickered to life.

"There's an aboriginal horde out there massing for an attack. Now, these orbital images tell me that the hostiles' numbers have gone from a few hundred to well over 2,000 in one day. And more are pouring in." Quaritch switched images, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "In a week's time, there could be 20,000 of them. At that point, they will overrun our perimeter. Well, that's not gonna happen! Our only security lies in pre-emptive attack. We will fight terror with terror." The image on the hologram shifted to the sacred place. "Now, the hostiles believe that this mountain stronghold of theirs is protected by their... Their deity." Some laughter rippled through the crowd, but Quaritch pressed on. "And when we destroy it, we will blast a crater in their racial memory so deep that they won't come within 1,000 klicks of this place ever again. And that, too, is a fact."

The room filled with cheers as the people rallied, realizing the gravity of the situation. They gathered and swiftly began preparing for battle, placing explosives in the jets. The air was charged with a sense of urgency and determination as the base geared up for the impending confrontation.

"Arya, Jake, it's crazy here. It's full mobilization. They're rigging the shuttle as a bomber," Max's urgent voice echoed through the monitor. Arya, Norm, Trudy, and Jake huddled in the shack, listening intently.

"They've got these huge pallets of mine explosives. It's for some kind of shock-and-awe campaign," Trudy interjected with a sharp comment about the explosives. Max continued, "Quaritch has taken over. He's rolling, and there's no stopping him." Jake questioned, "When?" Max replied, "0600 tomorrow." Someone in the background urgently called Max, and he abruptly ended the call. "We're screwed!" Norm exclaimed, a sense of desperation in his voice.

"And I was hoping for some sort of tactical plan that didn't involve martyrdom. We're going up against gunships with bows and arrows," Trudy added with a note of frustration. Arya spoke up, "I have 15 clans out there. That's over 2,000 warriors. Now, we know these mountains. We fly them. They don't."

Jake joined in, "Their instruments won't work up here. Missile tracking won't work. They'll have to fire a line of sight." Arya nodded, emphasizing, "If they bring the fight to us, then we have the home-field advantage." Trudy voiced her concern, "You know he's gonna commit that bomber straight to the Tree of Souls." Arya nodded solemnly, "Yeah, I know." Norm added, "If they get to the Tree of Souls, it's over. That's their direct line to Eywa, their ancestors. It'll destroy them."

Arya asserted with determination, "Then I guess we'd better stop him." The weight of the impending battle hung in the air as they steeled themselves for the monumental challenge ahead.

Before Jake and Arya headed to their unit pods, a sense of urgency lingered in the air. Arya handed Jake an air mask, a precautionary measure as his pod had been exhibiting issues. She didn't want to leave anything to chance. Jake acknowledged her concern with a nod of gratitude as they both prepared for the crucial task ahead. In the face of impending challenges, they shared a silent understanding, gearing up for what lay ahead in their mission.

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Arya walked up to the Tree of Souls, each step resonating with a sense of purpose. As she reached the platform, she knelt and began to speak, "I'm probably just talking to a tree right now. But if you're there, I need to give you a heads-up." Placing her queue on one of the vines, she continued, "If Grace is with you, look into her memories. See the world we come from. There's no green there. They killed their Mother. And they're gonna do the same here."

Her gaze shifted downward, expressing the weight of the impending threat. "More Sky People are gonna come. They're gonna come like a rain that never ends," she warned. Neytan, her steadfast companion, walked slowly behind her as she continued, "Unless we stop them." Looking up, woodsprites floated around Arya, a surreal moment of connection with the sacred place. "Look, you chose me for something. I will stand and fight. You know I will. But I need a little help here," she implored. Sighing, Arya lowered her head, and Neytan approached, placing his hands on her shoulders as she removed her queue.

"Our Great Mother does not take sides, Arya," Neytan spoke with a gentle wisdom. As Arya stood up and sighed, he placed his hand on her cheek, "She protects only the balance of life." Arya glanced up at the towering Tree of Souls before looking back at Neytan, resigned. "It was worth a try," she mused.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness overcame Arya, and Neytan held her, concerned. "Arya? What's wrong?" he asked. Arya attributed it to nerves, but Neytan's worry lingered. Their attention was diverted by a woodsprite that floated down to Arya's stomach before flying off. Perplexed, Arya asked, "What was that about?" Neytan, a mixture of shock and joy on his face, placed his hand on her stomach. Arya looked at Neytan, then at her stomach, realization dawning on her. Shock transformed her expression as she placed her hand on top of his. Neytan smiled and chuckled, but his expression turned serious as he looked at Arya and spoke, "You are not fighting."

Surprised, Arya questioned, "What? Why?" Neytan, concerned for her safety, replied, "Because you are carrying. I don't want you to get hurt or worse." Arya smiled, touching his cheek, "I understand, but I am fighting. I am one of The People; they are my family, this is my home now. I am, and I will fight for it."

Neytan sighed, realizing the determination in Arya's eyes. Placing his forehead against hers, he spoke with a mix of love and concern, "Please, be safe out there." Arya smiled and promised, "I promise."

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As the sun arose, casting its golden glow over Pandora, the RDA initiated the jets, readying for flight and heading into battle. "This is Group Leader. We are entering the Flux Vortex," Ace announced, his voice resolute, while Quaritch stood behind him. "Switch to manual flight mode," Ace commanded, and another pilot swiftly replied, "Copy. Manual flight mode."

The fleet soared through the majestic Hallelujah Mountains, a breathtaking sight. Arya, mounted on Toruk, led the warriors on their ikrans into the sky. Jake flew by her side, and Neytan, resolute and protective, stood on her other flank. Arya gripped her gun firmly, her gaze shifting between Tsu'tey, who nodded with unwavering determination, and Neytan, who locked eyes with her and then glanced at her stomach, his commitment deepening as he vowed to protect both her and the little one growing within.

Arya's expression mirrored a mix of concern and determination as she turned her focus forward, her face set in determination to safeguard her home. With The People by her side, they soared into the sky, ready to face the impending battle, the collective spirit of determination and unity surging through the air.

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