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Field Guide to Pandora Vol. I: Masterlist
Author Note: Masterlist will change when i write more but for now it is just for the only fanfiction I am working on.
Introduction. Chapter 1: Incentive. Chapter 2: Journey. Chapter 3: Blue.
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Lastest creation: Dreamwalker Siblings
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Jake Sully
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DreamWalker Siblings Masterlist
Jake x Sister! Reader; Omatikaya x Dreamwalker; Tsu’tey x Reader
Summary: Y/n and Jake Sully. Siblings, shipped off into the depths of space to explore the mysterious world of Pandora.
[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt3] [Pt4] [Pt5]
concept art belongs to: Finnian MacManus
Field Guide to Pandora: Ch. 3 Make It Blue
Masterlist
Ch.2 Journey/ Ch.4
Word Count:6,963
Summary: Drama and finally getting into your avatar
Warning: This is a long one
Author's Note: Sorry, guys, I was on a roll with a posting schedule. Then life happened, and let us just say 2025 is my least favorite year. I'm sorry if the writing feels inconsistent. I used this as therapy instead of actual therapy, but I did edit it and tried to cut a lot of that out. Still very long. Thank you to all who enjoy this. Working on this story to share has been helpful mentally. I will also start making a tag list, so comment if you want to be tagged when I post!
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Trying to sleep the night before you’re about to do something new is abysmal. Half the time when I would awake, I couldn’t tell what was a dream or reality. Which meant that it was time for me to go down the list of things I do to try and sleep. However, this will be easier, because I wasn’t trying to stave off nightmares.
With groggy movement, I shift to sit on the side of my bed. I huff and stretch and go to remove the wires Aria had me hooked up to. Which distracts me from my door sliding open, “What are you doing up?” Aria asks with an angry edge like I am a disobedient child. I wanted to respond, but her sudden appearance shocked me. This gave her an opportunity to keep speaking, “You should be asleep by now. I cannot have you messing up the linking process and possibly damaging the avatar. This is my big chance to make breakthroughs. "
Aria scolds, and in the past, I just let it slide. Now, though, it felt different. This wasn’t just her chance; it was mine too. Finally, my tired brain was able to gather itself so I could speak up.
“Hold on. This is my avatar, and I am the one who is going to be out there,” I protested, but a stern look from Aria made me quiet down, but it did not silence me. “Second of all, why are you in my room? How did you know I was up?”
That question made Aria mad. Her face was cold, and her eyes were shark-like. Cold and dead, except sharks were not heartless creatures. They cannot control their existence, and they are not inherently evil. It is just unfortunate that they have become synonymous with being violent creatures.
Her anger was never loud and overly volatile, but calculating and slow. She ignores my questions and just brings out a tablet, “Well, clearly if you cannot take care of yourself, and sleep properly. Then I will just have to give you some assistance.”
Her words make me freeze and then start to panic. Quickly, I started to feel drowsy, and I knew what she was doing. I glance down at the wires she had me hooked up to which i did not have the chance to remove yet. With shaky and weak hands, I try and pull at the wires she had me hooked up to.
My grasp was too weak, but I was trying anyway, “No! Stop! What the hell is wrong with you! You were monitoring me! You said I needed the extra medicine to help! Not this. You’re sedating me again!”
She stayed calm and tried to help me go gently into bed, but I fought her. Which in the end was futile, “Stop acting like a child. If you had just behaved and done as I said for this trip, I would not have had to be this drastic. This is good for you. It kept you calm when you had your eye surgery. I just can’t use as much on you. It will affect the linking process.”
I start to thrash a little harder, which isn’t much, but I have to fight it off at least some. Not again. I won’t let her use this stuff on me again. It left me dazed and out of it. I almost lost a whole year of my life because of her stupid drug.
When I spoke up, I wanted to be angry and brave and defiant. But old habits die hard, and conditioning wins over more times than not. Instead, my voice came out wavering, and I was begging, “Aria, please, no. Don’t give me this stuff; it gives me nightmares. Please just stop it!”
I was practically crying at the end of my begging. There is a little notification that goes off on her tablet, and she looks displeased, “This is for your own good. You need to be in proper working condition for tomorrow. You cannot be faulty tomorrow.”
Even if I wanted to, there was nothing I could do. The sedative was starting to take over, and my mind was starting to space out. There was little I could do. One thing I was sure about was that the sedative was not working as fast as it should because the usual burning I felt before I would completely become unconscious was not there just yet. Maybe there was a little fight in me.
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Aria had to wake me up and immediately started to pump me with a different set of drugs. Supposedly to clear out my system. That way I can properly link with my avatar.
My head pounds and feels like my head is stuffed with cotton. I can’t move right, and everything is uncoordinated. There is an ache all over my body and a dull burning I can feel in my veins.
When I close my eyes, I can still see the nightmares, but keeping them open isn’t even better when part of your nightmares is right in front of you. I just look down. Nothing to see there, and nothing to remind me of anything. After a while, Aria finished health checks and lectured about something I did not care about. Aria lifted my chin and used her pen light to check my eyes.
“Your eyes’ response is slower than usual,” Aria stated, displeased, and her lips were in a hard line.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips, but I stayed still, “Well, that happens when you drug someone. Their entire nervous system gets messed up.”
She roughly made me turn my head, and with my current state, one can guess that it obviously hurt. This is how it usually worked subtle ways of punishment and control. Now, there is more at stake, so I guess she had to take bigger risks.
After I hiss out in pain and scrunch my face in pain, “What time is it anyway?”
“5:00 am. I need to get the toxin out of your system and make sure you have the proper cognitive response,” Aria responds without giving me a second glance, and looking at a little tablet and muttering things to herself. Just as I was slowly trying to stretch out my neck to try and relax, Aria grabbed me again.
This time, it was still rough, but her hands were gentle on the machine she was forcing on my head. It was tight, and she pulled and yanked at my hair that made it feel like spikes were being shoved into my skull. I let out a shout of pain and went to pull it off, but was stopped. There was no warning when I suddenly felt the sharp and painful jolt going through my brain that caused my body to seize and fall back onto my bed.
I can’t speak. I can’t move my eyes. I can’t move at all. My thoughts and heart race at the same speed. What am I going to do? What is she going to do to me? How long am I going to be like this? What did I do?
Aria ever so slightly moves within my line of sight. I can’t move my eyes to try to see her more, but I know she is back focused on the tablet. I can hear the dull and heavy taps as her fingers move across the screen.
“That was more drastic than I thought it would be. " It was an explanation, not an apology. “The shock was supposed to just deter you. Not, paralyze you. Although this will help in the long run. The scan of your brain shows lots of… defects compared to what it should be, " She drones on. Defections though? That cut me in a way I did not want to feel. Of course, a rough childhood and war will affect the brain. You don’t survive a bomb, bullets and death without changing. Unless you turn off your emotions and parts of your brain. “This will just stimulate your brain. Hopefully, it will make it easier when you link.” Aria states and starts the program.
It hurt less than the first initial shock, but it hurt much more than an insect sting. Once again, though, I was too paralyzed to stop this. The only movement I made was when my body would twitch after certain shocks. Laying there, I wished I could just blank out, but no, I felt every shock and every pain. Especially with the drug being flushed from my system, the feeling of each shock hitting my brain became more and more painful as I sobered up.
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Laughing, light, warmth, that is how they always start. Then I slowly see people whose names I cannot recall, but whose faces I can never forget. I feel something thin and slightly stiff in my hand. When I look down, it’s cards. Yeah, we are playing a card game… what card game? Who cares? I am winning.
I put down my cards to show off the winning hand, and then I hear a shout. Not one of annoyance or even anger at losing. This was primal and full of fear and pain. Then it all changes.
They are on my back. Their weight is crushing me as I crawl. We need to leave. We need to escape. The ground is wet and mushy and somehow lumpy. It’s just the mud. I tell myself, but the mud smells familiar and shifts when I crawl on top of it. Mud is not supposed to cry when I touch it.
Then, with a jolt, my face meets a hard surface. I scramble and try to get my bearings. Someone is trying to restrain me. Two others are arguing. Shit, they got me! Jake, where is Jake?! I struggle and try to break free from the grasp of the man who has me. I move and almost break free, but I am too weak. They pin me to the bed, and I can’t move.
“Breathe, Sergeant Sullivain. This isn’t Venezuela, you’re someplace worse. You’re on Pandora.” A steady and warm commanding voice says as a face comes into my view. They slowly talk about different things and stuff about the Marines until I slowly calm down. Once my blood isn’t pounding in my skull and my heart is no longer in my ears. My vision seems to be getting better, and my brain finally realizes not everything here is an enemy. I can see who is talking to me.
Colonel Quaritch comes into view. The scowling, lined face is not hard to miss, especially with the scar on the left side of the head. I am both comforted and disgusted to see him. He sees me having calmed down and only nods his head and pats the person restraining me on the shoulder. “Let’em go, Lyle. They’re out of their head.”
Lyle lets me go, and I instantly crawl back onto my bed and rest my back against the wall. Colonel Quaritch and Corporal Lyle Wainfleet stand proud in front of me. Quaritch is unmistakable, especially since he was the one who gave the inspiring pep talk on day one. Lyle, though, would have been hard to recognize if he wasn’t next to the Colonel, like everyone says he usually was.
Aria and Alec walk over, both looking very annoyed, and for once, the looks are not directed at me, but at each other. “Thank you, Colonel Quaritch. Usually, the episodes my subordinate experiences are not that violent or drastic.” Alec apologizes and gives a heated glare to Aria, which, once again, is surprising it was not directed at me.
Aria does not change her expression and just turns to the two military men, “Yes, thank you. I doubt either Dr. Yass or I could have handled the situation safely.”
“What I am more concerned with is how they got this bad. Attacks like that don’t usually happen unless they are caused by something.” Quaritch crosses his arms and scowls lightly at my sister and brother-in-law, “Attacks like that are bad on a good day, and considering that this one is of the avatar drivers, this could lead to something going wrong.”
I can’t tell if he is trying to help me or threaten my sister, but whatever he is doing makes my sister’s jaw clench. “Well, Colonel, this was just an accident. Sometimes (Y/N) takes medication when they can’t sleep. Well, as you know, narcotics can cause worsening symptoms.”
Aria explains so smoothly that she was prepared for a situation like this to occur, “Is that so, Dr. Sullivan? Usually, the normal stuff doesn’t make you twitch and convulse like that,” Quartich comments before focusing on me, “Sergeant, what do you have to say about this? You have been awfully quiet.”
I let out a sigh. There was a part of me that was hoping to stay ignored. All I wanted to do was get through whatever I must, to get to the avatar driver stuff. I glance at the four of them. I know they all have their own plans; I can see it cooking in their own heads. Colonel Quaritch knows something and is obviously planning something. He knows something is not right with the little setup here with my sister.
I could blow the whistle and be free. A hint of excitement runs through, but is quickly stamped down by dread. The same dread I felt with leaving Earth, that there was no going back if I said something. This time I listen.
“Just (Y/N) Colonel. May have been a sergeant, but never followed rules too well, and just calling me Sullivan makes me feel like my father,” I try and play it off lightly like nothing serious just happened. “The narcotics sometimes mess with the other medicines I have to take. Especially for my eyes since they were replaced.” A big fat lie, but there was no way to prove it unless he investigated.
Quaritch just nods and huffs, “A shame,” For who exactly? But he skips over it really easily, “Well, you somehow earned the title of sergeant despite your so-called dislike of rules. A marine is always a marine, I guess it just depends on the training and who holds the leash,” Quaritch states and looks pointedly at my sister.
When he makes his statement, it causes me to look at the “RDA” symbol on their clothes, and I stare hard at Lyle. That is something I can agree with. Depending on who has the leash gets to say how the others behave.
There is a minute of silence that holds this tense moment together. Colonel Quaritch is the first one to break it. “Well, the Sergeant’s first drive is less than an hour. Better let you guys fix this mess. Would hate for the first drive to end in a wreck,” He states nonchalantly and then gives me a subtle look before leaving and telling me one last thing before he exits the door, “If you need anything, Sergeant Sullivan, you know where to find me. We Marines stick together”
Classic isolation technique. Make a divide between me and the others and offer a route of safety built on some mutual understanding. The oldest trick in the book, but one of the most effective. It would have worked on me, but I did not come expecting to fight. I came to learn and understand.
Aria and Alec both look annoyed and angry. Once again, surprisingly not at me. Aria goes and types something into the door, and it double locks, so now only certain people can come in. “That Colonel is up to something,” Alec states, glaring at the door.
I start to stand from the bed and stretch. Everything aches so deep into my bones that I wish I could just fall apart. Instead, I continue to stretch and let out a scoff that I tried to make into a laugh, “He is a Colonel in the Marines. Plus, this is not a battlefield; it’s a mine. There was nothing to fight except nature. Of course, he is up to something. These soldiers are basically mercenaries here. There is no cause to fight.”
My statement makes both Alec and Aria look surprised… what a bunch of asses. Alec coughs to try and hide his surprise, “Well, glad you know that. We would hate for you to be mixed up in whatever plan he seems interested in you for.” He all but mutters and starts turning his head around, looking for something.
Aria moves toward me. I pay no mind until she gets closer. Then I see her casually lifting her hands with the helmet contraption in her hand. As soon as I see it, I quickly stumble away.
Alec sees what Aria has and quickly comes and takes it, “No! That thing is completely experimental! It shouldn’t be used at all!”
Aria’s lips purse as he admonishes her, “That is why it should be used to be experimented with. That way, we can see if it works and what can be improved.”
“What the hell are you making, Alec!” I question my voice, small and full of fear, as I look at the torture device. They casually move it around, and I involuntarily flinch at it. I can still feel the warm and sharp pain in my head as I stare at it.
Alec notices how visceral my reaction is to the thing, “Aria, please tell me you did not test on them. Please tell me you did not do it,” He begged as he clutched the helmet thing in what could have been either fear or anger.
Aria said nothing and grabbed the tablet and opened up a folder, “Look at the data. It works.”
Alec hesitantly looks at the data and graphs, whatever they contain. His face transforms from borderline horror to curiosity. You could actively see whatever horrified opinions he had were disappearing as he looked at the data, “I did not think this would work. I was expecting minor improvements, but this is not what I expected. It is vast progress. Look, their brain showed a 15% increase in connectivity, especially in memory. "
“See, it works. There are just adjustments that need to be made to it,” Aria says and slides the helmet out of his hand and takes a step toward me. I step back and glare at her.
“No! No, I am not doing that again! You paralyzed me! I couldn’t move, and then somehow you made me pass out and triggered something!” I snap, trying to make my way along the perimeter of the room to punch in my code to leave.
Alec paused and looked at Aria, “You did what?”
“It was a minor misfire. (Y/N) was trying to take off the helmet, and so I was trying to deter them,“ Aria simply puts it like she was explaining training a dog.
His face is all hard lines at the moment, but not his usual angry, stern face. He almost seems remorseful…almost, “Aria, we have to be careful doing stuff like this. Especially since they are an Avatar driver. We are alone. There are no colleagues to help fix a mess, and I doubt the RDA would appreciate it if we broke a valuable asset.” This was the closest Alec had ever come to defending me.
“Fine, we will do it your way as long as you get results. This is huge for us and our mission.” Aria states and turns around, and goes to a cabinet against the wall and pulls out a small compartment, grabs a small vial, and immediately fills the syringe. I know that sickening, pale yellow, and slow viscosity. It’s the same stuff she uses to chemically pacify me!
Immediately and uncontrollably, I try and pull away from Alec to try and run. Which I know is a lost cause, but what can I do? Alec takes one look at the vile, and his face drops into horror once more, “You said you were going to stop using that stuff. You promised to never make any more!”`
“It’s for assurance. We need this,” Aria sighs and takes a step closer, but Alec puts me behind him. Aria is tense and, for once in her life, looks unsure.
“Aria no! (Y/N) got addicted to it because your parents abused it! They are not your science experiment!” Alec almost shouts, getting angry. I flinch back and beg so desperately that the ground could swallow me.
Aria glances over at me and seems to finally snap out of her thoughts. When she gets into a certain mood, especially when it comes to her scientific findings, no one can stop her. She almost seems to forget how to be human. She puts the syringe down but still has it at the ready, “Fine, but we need their brain to be in top shape for this. (Y/N), I am giving you a choice. You can either work with us or against us. If you put the helmet on willingly, then we will not have to use the sedative.”
I knew which choice to make, but problem was that I could not grab the helmet. All I could do was stare at it and tremble. Whatever it did brought back memories and feelings I thought I buried with other fallen soldiers. Old horrors became fresh, and it made me very aware I might have just put myself in the same battles and ghosts I was trying to hide.
Both made a move toward me. Luckily, Alec was quicker than Aria. I did not fight him, though. I was being complacent, like my sister wanted me to be.
He gently put it on my head, and was softly saying something. I could not understand him. I couldn’t focus; everything was there, but it also wasn’t. The only thing I was aware of was the electricity going through my skull.
This time it was not as intense, but the previous session still made me feel a deep ache that would not leave. I twitched, and I spoke, but I was not present. My mind wandered, and for a while, I almost thought I could hear the noises of a lush jungle. Like Pandora was calling to me and promising something I don’t think I ever had, freedom, but no one would believe me if I told them.
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After going through another round of hell and surviving, the official dawning hour came. 0800 sharp. There was nothing to say about the walk there. I kept my face down and stayed closer to the wall, and my head was on a constant swivel. Every movement that someone made felt sharp, like they were going to pull a weapon
My reaction at first was so bad that Aria almost had me restrained. Tie my hands down, so I don’t react like I was in the middle of a war, even though that is how everything felt. After what felt like a grueling walk to the lab I spotted Jake. A huge sigh of relief came out of my lungs. We always had each other’s backs no matter what.
When I got closer, Jake saw me, and the light smile he had fell. He rolled over to meet me, and a lanky guy with short hair followed him, “You look like shit (Y/N). What the hell, you look like you just saw ghosts.”
Jake quickly pulls my arm a bit to start inspecting me. Something he used to do after every mission together. It made me laugh, albeit bitterly, but it was a laugh at least. Some old habits die hard.
“I’m fine, Jake. Just had nightmares, so you aren’t too far off in your assumption.” I huff a laugh, and Jake looks unimpressed. Yeah, just like old times.
“Have they always been this bad?” A completely valid question that I wanted to explode over.
The question hit me like a ton of bricks, and the anger and fight that had been buried under fear and reluctant submission were out. No, they were never this bad. But how the hell do I explain the narcotic control, and the years of abuse when I was a kid, because my intellectual parents could not fathom emotions such as empathy and joy? Nor could I describe the feeling of having your own brain being fried and being tortured for the sake of progress. Then again, progress always has to be built on someone’s back, doesn’t it.
I want to yell this at Jake because I know he can take it. He can handle my anger and hurt, but he doesn’t deserve it. Instead, I swallow it down and push it aside out of respect instead of fear. I take a big sigh and answer, “No, it’s not usually this bad. Just a new environment and being on a base brings stuff back. Also realizing we are thousands of miles away from home doesn’t help,” Obviously, this was not the full truth, but it was at least not a lie.
Jake gives me a worried side eye but relents as he comes to the conclusion I am as well as I can be, “If you did not sleep well, then we will have to talk with Dr. Augustine. The lack of proper sleep can affect the link with the avatar. With how you look, you clearly did not get enough sleep last night,” the lanky man speaks up.
Jake snorts, and I give the guy a warning glare. I feel like shit, and I know I look like shit, but I am about to lose my shit. “Great ways to make friends, Norm.”
Norm, for a split second, looks at my annoyed face and then sputters to apologize, “No, sorry, I didn’t mean to insinuate that you looked bad. You’re actually very good-looking. Wait, no, I mean you are, but in an objective sort of way. No, that sounds bad. Hold on-”
With a sigh, I grab his hand, and it momentarily makes him pause. I give it a firm shake and introduce myself, “Just all me (Y/N). No need for formalities,” I say it plainly, even though a part of me wants to laugh at the awkward introduction.
“Dr. Norm Spellman, but just call me Norm,” He laughs and lets go of my hand, “I am excited to work with you. Especially with your cloning contributions and how to alter DNA. It is an honor to meet you, Dr. Sullivan.”
Before Jake could correct Norm, my sister stopped talking to another scientist and literally stepped in front of me, “You must be confused. I am Doctor Sullivan. (Y/N) It is merely my lab assistant taking my place because of a mix-up. They will be the avatar driver.”
Again, not acknowledging me as family. Norm, though, was a little confused and flustered; he messed up the first impression again. “Sorry, the two of you look rather similar, and what information we were given did not include your appearance,” He apologized.
“It’s the eyes, Norm. Aria’s eyes and mine are pretty much identical. Maybe even the same,” I commented. Jake glanced at me and shook his head. Norm was oblivious to the jab. Aria gave me a slight glare, then once again ignored me.
“Enough introduction. I believe you all have a mission for tomorrow to prepare for,” Aria states, completely and deliberately ignoring Norm when he was extending his hand.
I stayed at the back of the group., I knew today was not going to be good. Maybe tomorrow as well. Hopefully, Dr. Augustine is not that much of a problem as I have heard her rumored to be.
All my hopes were crushed when I finally entered the room after dissociating for a second in the hallway, because immediately I was met with a woman holding a cigarette and looking absolutely annoyed, “You’re the other avatar drive?. Between 520 hours of link training and Mr. I read a manual, how much do you have?” I glanced at Norm and Jake and immediately knew who she was talking about. Well then, she is about to be very impressed with me.
I would like to say that I was eloquent and had a good number prepared, but that would be a big fat lie. Dr. Augustine surprised me and was aggressive, and I was nervous and unfortunately truthful: “There was a manual?”
Jake laughed, Norm grimaced, and Dr. Augustine looked like she wanted to toss something out the window. Probably me. She took a drag of her cigarette and tossed the tablet in her hand aside to a small table.
Alec and Aria quickly step in, “I am actually the one who was supposed to be the driver, but because of some mix-up from the RDA’s agents, (Y/N) will be the driver. Unfortunately, by the time we found this out, there was no way to get my… assistant training.”
Dr. Augustine nodded but still looked extremely annoyed, “Sounds about right, but they could have at least read the manual.” She looked at me pointedly, almost like a test of some sort, but for what?
That hot slow-moving anger started to build again. I did not ask for this. I was not even really asked. Even if I said no, I would have been made to go. If I had been given the manual, I would have read it. If I could have done the training, I would have, but I was never given options.
That is what I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t even get a word out. Whenever I try to speak for myself, someone speaks for me, “Still, though we can easily force a connection if they are found lacking. Plus, they have some lab training, so they could still be useful,” Alec states, and grabs the discarded tablet and starts pulling up my files.
Dr. Augustine takes it and starts going through it, “Well, look at that, there is lab training, anthropology, and other social sciences. They covered that up with your military career.” Her tone was not as agitated, but still very close to being impressed, “Glad you’re not just another idiot with a gun.”
Apparently, everyone here is great at making first impressions. Dr. Augustine puts the tablet aside and starts to walk around the lab to the link machines. She starts to speak, but I can’t pay attention to her, because Aria and Alec pull me off to the side.
“Since you don’t know what to do, I will be fitting you with a monitor on you and your avatar. This is to make sure that nothing happens. I will be coaching you through everything, and all you have to do is listen to me.” Aria states as she grabs my shoulders and holds me still as Alec goes behind me and starts placing things on my head and face.
They both start to explain something, but are talking in unison, and I cannot keep up easily. Luckily, though, I am saved by another new face who hopefully is better at making first impressions. “We really have to get started; this can wait. Most importantly, right now we need the drivers to link,” He then takes me off and leads me to the linking bed right next to Jake’s.
“Thanks. When they are both talking about their work, it is hard to keep up. I’m (Y/N)… Sullivan by the way,” I introduce myself, and he gives me a nod.
“No worries, everything here can easily be overwhelming. I’m Max Patel. Feel free to just call me Max. I’ll help you with linking and monitoring your brain activity to make sure you don’t get stuck,” Max introduces himself.
I laugh at the last part, because to me that sounds ridiculous, “Oh, good, glad we have someone for that. Would hate to get stuck and not come back,” I say sarcastically as a joke. Max Patel does not say anything, only gives a doubtful look. If Max was not joking, then I know there was a very real possibility of having issues. This realization unsettled me greatly.
After that I try and focus on the conversation Dr. Augustine and Jake are having before the door closes. When it does, I close my eyes and take a breath and try not to think about how this feels like a coffin. I am not dying. Not before I get the chance to do something for myself.
I relax, and then I am gone.
Waking up was odd. I couldn’t focus. Slowly, things came into view, and I sat up. The science guys taking care of me were concerned and trying to ask me questions. I ignored them and just wanted to slowly relax.
That failed when I got slapped in the face with something. I quickly got up and nearly tripped, but was successful in pushing the blue guy in front of me. “What the hell is wrong with you!?”
I feel something move behind me, and I quickly turn around to see what it was, but nearly fall. Thankfully, I was caught by my previous attacker. I hear him laugh, and it is both irritating and familiar, “Hey, watch it (Y/N). Who knew I would be better on my legs than you?’’
I get up and turn to look at him, even though he was big, blue, and had more hair, I could still tell it was Jake. Unfortunately, I don’t get to tell him he may be blue now, but he is still ugly when I hear the chilling words, “Sedate them.”
That won’t happen, not this time.
So, before anyone can protest or grab anything, I am ripping out my leads and then bolting. When I rush outside, I shield my eyes from the light instinctively, and I notice a blue figure beside me. It was Jake. Should have known he would follow me.
Then, for a moment, everything is forgotten. Everything but what is right in front of them. Green grass, space, clear blue sky unobstructed by buildings and billboards. Most of all air is so fresh that it almost hurts to breathe, nothing like the stale-smelling, recycled air, and nothing like the chemical and smoke-laced air of Earth.
We quickly notice some other avatars playing basketball, and Jake and I look at each other. It was unspoken and had a great meaning we could not understand, but there was an understanding to it.
Although that did not last long before we were on the run. The science guys and Norm were trying to catch us. Jake and I immediately bolted. Jake was a little slow at first, but quickly caught up. I may have missed my chance to call him ugly, but I won’t miss another chance to mess with him.
“Guess you got the hang of your legs, Ariel,” I laughed out, keeping pace with him. As we run, I glance around trying to take everything in.
I heard Jake laugh then scoff, “Better than you with your eyes. Watch it!”
With that warning, I look in front of me to see what he was going on about, an AMP suite was right there. Without thinking, instead of stopping or dodging to the side, I leap up and partially climb over it. I jump off and immediately catch up with Jake, who lets out a shout.
“Hell Yeah! Didn’t think you were going to make it!” Jake shouts
I only stop running when Jake does. Part of me wanted to keep going because nothing hurt when I ran, and I didn’t need to catch my breath. It did give us a moment to take it all in again.
I hear Jake sigh and let out a small contented laugh as he buries his feet in the dirt. There was no weight to it, and he was definitely not brooding. Although I do not blame him for brooding. Becoming disabled from a battlefield does put a damper on things. “You look like yourself, Jake. I guess you like being blue.”
Jake ignored me, but just from his smile, I knew the answer. Our little moment was interrupted when someone called out to us,” Hey, Marines!”
“Damn,” Jake muttered.
I realized who she was at the same tim Jake did, when he asked “Grace?”
Dr. Augustine rolled her eyes. To be fair, though, she was far less annoyed and angry now, so recognizing her was a little hard. “Of course it’s me numbnuts,” She picks off a fruit and tosses it toward us.
Both Jake and I catch the fruit at the same time. Then we look each other in the eye. Jake always had a pretty good damn poker face, but this new body gives him away. His ears are going slightly down, and his tail starts flicking from side to side. “Dibs,” he says quickly and then tries to shove me away.
This instantly makes me scowl. He did this type of shit back in the field, and even then, I was not going to let him win. So, we began to fight over the fruit like a couple of children. “She tossed it to me!” I protested
“Well, I caught it first.” Jake retorts
“That’s a big fat lie little boy blue! I catch it first!”
“Like hell you did. You grabbed it after I did!”
“Give me the fruit, Jake!”
“Over my dead body.”
“Well, don’t make it that easy!”
“Enough!” Grace shouts at us both, exasperated and amused. We both stopped, which was disappointing, because I had just gotten Jake into a chokehold. I was about to win.
I let Jake go, and like the sore loser he was, took the fruit and gave me a stupid smile. Grace shakes her head and picks another fruit and hands it to me, “Glad to see both of your motor controls work excellently.” She watches for a second. I know Jake, and I are acting like children, but it is a little hard not to. I don’t feel the constant low ache in my head and back at the moment. My knees don’t hurt when I stand, and they didn’t hurt when I ran. Pain that I was so used to, I don’t feel it. There is no way I can speak for Jake, but by the fact that he is digging his toes in the ground and moving. He is feeling good as well.
Grace looks at me and gives a curious look, “Odd, usually the avatars have yellow eyes instead of (Y/E/C).”
For a second, panic grips me, and Jake looks at me harder and laughs after swallowing a mouthful of fruit, “Not that odd. That’s Y/N’s usual eye color. They had it changed after they had a surgery to get their eyesight back.”
Grace stares me down for a second before speaking, “Well, I was just surprised that their eyes don’t look like the others. It might make it hard for them to befriend the Na’vi; all the Omatikaya have yellow eyes,” even though she makes it seem like she is not worried, I know her tone. The polite but tense draw of her words when something has gone wrong may mess up the plan. She studies a bit longer, and each second, I grow less hungry for the fruit in my hand.
“Since you two seem to be acclimating well. Let’s get you some clothes,” We hear some slight huffing and another avatar wearing the same hospital gown we are finally catches up and Grace smiles, “Norm, glad to see you finally make it.”
Norm lets out a laugh and smiles. After picking out a few outfits for our avatars. We train. Nothing that was not uncommon for Jake and I. It was all stuff we did in early Basic training. Norm was a bit slow, but we had his back. No man gets left behind.
When it came to sleep, Jake was playing with his braid thing. I just lay flat on my back and sat there listening. Trying to drown out the noise of the other avatars, humans, and machines. Faintly, I could hear the wildlife screeches and hoots and other noises I had never heard before was present. No place on Earth sounded like this anymore. Not even when I was on the battlefield. The jungle was silent; very few things could be heard. Now I know how wrong that is.
Then I close my eyes, ready to sleep. When I open them, I am back in that white casket machine. I open it up and stretch. Jake, Norm, and Grace had already opened their pods when I was sitting up. Everyone but Jake looks concerned. Max comes over and immediately starts to look me over.
Naturally, I comply, but I still question, “What is the issue? I thought everything went well.”
Max makes a slight face, like he is trying to figure out what to say. Which is never a good sign, “Ah, there was just a slight delay between you and everyone else. About 15 seconds.”
From his cautious tone and the look Grace has as she also comes over. Paired with the worried gaze of Jake, to whom Norm is probably explaining the issue. There was an absolute assurance that this was not good.
What is worse is that this is going to have to be told to my sister. Which made me start sweating. I knew I was going to be in some real shit.
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Field Guide to Pandora: Ch. 2 Journey to Pandora
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Ch 1. The incentive/Ch. 3 Make it Blue
Word Count:2,827
Summary: You finally are on Pandora and meet and old friend.
Warning: Evil brother-in-law and some self-doubt, questionable grammar, and finally spelling errors.
Author Note: Sorry guys wanted to have this up sooner. Had family issues and was trying better with the grammar. English is my first language, but it was not my strongest subject. I may have mispelled Cryo a lot. Along with other words. I have been trying to flag, but there is only so many I can catch. Again, I have never been great at English. So, apologies, and hopefully, as I write more, I can get better. Other than that enjoy!
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After paperwork and packing, everything was set to go to Pandora. Well, the packing wasn’t so much about what we were going to bring with us, but what we were going to leave behind. A trip there and back again is a little over ten years. Who knows if the RDA will keep their word on keeping our stuff safe? Luckily for me, I did not have a lot.
I was paid well enough to have a studio and a few special things. Mostly, I took my notebook, a few books, and some digital storage that had my favorite movies, books, and memories stored on it. My packing did not take nearly as long as Alec and Aria’s did. I had a lot fewer trophies and certificates proclaiming superiority. Mostly, it was me packing and lifting while they discussed what to do. Which was not unusual. Since I had started working for them, I was the heavy lifter.
During the whole process, though, a heavy feeling was being placed on me. Almost like Earth’s gravity was keeping me down. Wanting me to stay home. Almost as if when I left, I was never coming back. This feeling was not new to me. When I briefly joined the military and got my first mission, I felt this. Just this time, there was something different about it.
There is a hesitance I feel with it. One thing is stopping me from wanting to go and do my job. I had almost an exact feeling with this on my fourth and last mission in the military. I was doing some scouting work and then got attacked. I lost my eyes, and my buddy in the unit lost his legs. After that, I thought I would be blind forever. At first, I relied on my parents and sister for help. Quickly, they decided I was a nuisance, blind. Then, right as I am starting to get used to my new life, they make me go get surgery on something experimental.
My sister, Aria, with the help of a colleague and our parents, gave me new eyes. Specifically grown from my DNA and double-matched with my mother’s and father’s. Then once they were put in, I could see. The only thing wrong was that they were not my original color. My sister so graciously helped and made sure my new eye color matched hers almost exactly. That was the first time, at least in a long time, I remembered my parents giving me a genuine compliment with no constructive criticism to follow it up.
Won’t you know the weird things that pop into your mind when you’re scared and about to do something that will change your life? Here I am trembling and thinking about old grievances. How bitter I was having to pack all of Alec’s and Aria’s things. I should be happy I did not have as much stuff to worry about, and that I am not bringing that many items. As well as I should be happy that my sister and family gave me new eyes without asking. They even changed the color of them, without asking.
I should be grateful for it. I should be grateful for them wanting me to be like Aria. I should… but yet I wasn’t.
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When you go into the cyro, most feel it as just like closing your eyes, going to sleep. Except don’t fall asleep, so you don’t dream, and you don’t rest. Except I could swear I did. Dreaming of a place that was both wild and calm. Dreams always have to end sometime.
In the little space of the chamber, I noticed there were little drops of water in the chamber. There is a slight sense of panic that shoots through me, thinking that something was leaking. That stopped when I noticed one of the drops slowly floating directly above my nose. The only thing that was leaking was me.
After that, a scientist pulled me out and checked me over. He was saying something, but I was not quite concentrating. Nothing looked or felt right. I escape from the space I was in and start floating. When I try and move, I feel too weak. There is a dull pain in my head and eyes that grows worse as I float
I feel someone grab me, and then another. Then I feel a sharp pain in my left arm, and slowly it dulls to a mild headache that one would get after drinking. Still not great.
When I finally register what is going on, Alec is messing with a tablet and has it hooked up to my pod. While Aria is still holding me and administering an injection to me. I feel another sharp stab and instinctively pull my arm away. Aria snatched it back and started to chastise me, “Will you hold still. Something messed up in your pod and didn’t properly give you the injections. You almost came out with no eyes.
I groaned, and if my eyes did not hurt, then I would have rolled them, “Well, that would have just been lovely. Good thing we have an extra set.”
I tried to joke, referring to the avatar. Aria scoffs and ignores my comment as I try to ask something, but I get ignored. Aria is discussing something with Alec, and as quickly as I can, I reach for a bag and vomit. This was off to a good start.
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“So I guess that is the start of it all. What made me come to Pandora? How I got here and everything. I even got to see an old friend whom I met in the Marines. Who would have thought I would see Jake Sully here? He may be more military than me, but it will be nice to have someone who knows and gets me. Oh, and get this-” My monologue, the camera gets shut off by someone turning it off mid-rant. With a swift movement, I grab the perpetrator’s wrist.
Alec just looks at me, displeased, and I quickly let go of his wrist. Alec takes the camera away and starts taking it to upload the video I just did. I cross my arms and get up to follow him, “You do know it is rude to cut people off when they are talking to a camera. Especially for science. purposes.”
Alec does not stop what he was doing, but at least acknowledged me with a scoff, “Again, you are not a scientist. At most, a lab assistant. Besides, you were rambling for about 30 minutes. You have not even gotten into your avatar, so there is no point in speaking for that long over stupid things.”
His words hit a weak spot of mine that has been hit far too many times. I try not to let it get to me, but that is a futile endeavor. “Well then, what is the point? Why make me do this when supposedly I have nothing interesting or informative to say?
“Because you will be doing this every day, and you need to get into the habit of it. After your logs are done then they will be loaded and backed up, so that way if any get corrupted, they can be salvaged,” He informs, boredom spilling from his tone mixed with contempt, like he is being forced to talk to a child.
I really, really hate my brother-in-law sometimes. “Well then, it’s safe to assume you won’t listen to this one.”
Alec nods and continues loading it up, only glancing at me when he is not busy, “Correct assumption for once. You might make it as a scientist yet,” he lightly mocks before continuing, “Better to just keep to the facts rather than any personal stories and grievances. Even experience. If you get hurt, we don’t need to know unless it was by a plant or animal. "
I just nodded and rolled my eyes., “Yeah, got it. Well then, after a certain point, I will make a mark for when you can cut it. That way, you don’t have to listen to my personal grievances.”
Alec does not say anything as I go to leave. I don’t even try to find Aria, already knowing she is probably speaking with Dr. Augustine. Instead, I go and find the one person who does not already have an opinion on me based on what my sister told him. If anything, at least my mess-ups and mistakes were my own and not from what my sister said.
Through the different places, I find him just finishing up his own video diary with Norm and Max there. Once done, I hop on over and sit on the desk, “Well, long time no see, stranger. Love the ride you have.”
I tease him lightly. Jake laughs and spats at me, but I dodge. When I dodge, he never swings again to try and make contact, and when he does, it is never hard. “Shut up, (Y/N). Can say the same for you. Nice eyes.”
I laugh and dramatically blink, “Thanks, custom-made. Wish I could say I grew them myself, but I didn’t.”
Jake rolls his eyes and makes a move signaling he is rolling away. I walk beside him, as I know we are most likely going to the mess hall. He speaks up when we finally make it here and have our own little spot. A hefty plate of military rations and a quiet corner bring me back to the military days with Jake. Like always, Jake can’t seem to be okay with silence and is the first to speak, “So you’re going to tell me the reason why you go by Sully rather than Sullivan? Is it some weird declaration or something?”
With that question, I choke on my food and almost spew the food at him. Once my throat no longer burns excessively from choking, I croak out, “No. No way in hell this is a declaration, Jake.”
He laughs and nods, “Don’t know whether I should be offended or relieved with how fast you responded. I will say that since I consider you family, it is good.”
I shake my head and continue to eat, and Jake, still not liking the silence, rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “So you’re just not gonna tell me why you go by Sully after reassuring me that you’re not into me? You seriously gotta start talking more. Whenever I get an answer from you, I just get more questions.”
“Trust me, it’s not that interesting,” I excuse myself. No one usually wants to hear me ramble, “Besides, I am pretty sure you have more interesting stories.”
“Nah, not as interesting as yours. Last time I knew you were still (Y/N) Sullivan with (Y/EC) and blind because of shrapnel from that attack we got caught up in. Now you’re a Sully and have totally different eyes that you can see out of and have a different color. I think I can be interested in what you have to say,” He huffs and moves his wheelchair so he can be a little closer and hear me speak. “You have my undivided attention. I am not going anywhere.”
I just shake my head and take one last bite. With a shift in my seat to make myself comfortable, to tell him the story that he seems to think might be interesting, “Okay, where to start. Well, after I went blind and got sent home, I had to rely on my family. It was harder on them than it was on me. Once I started to get used to being blind and getting around, that is when my family surprised me with new eyes and a surgery. I awoke being able to see and got a new color. My family took the initiative to give me a new eye color to help me restart.”
It was longer than I meant to make it, but hopefully enough information to make Jake happy. He nodded and whistled, “That must have been expensive. I know the VA benefits did not pay for that. It couldn’t pay for my legs.”
I nodded along before speaking, “Well, it pays to have connections. My sister used her connections and got a colleague to help, and got me new eyes. Honestly, I was more of a science experiment rather than anything. It mostly went well. Unfortunately, though, when they messed with the color, my body tries to reject them, but I have to take medicine to make sure that it doesn’t.
When I elaborated more, Jake went quiet, which was never good. After a second or two, he finally spoke, “Sounds like they gave you a surgery you didn’t ask for and eyes that aren’t yours.”
When he said it made sense enough, I wanted to agree, but I couldn’t. Either because I was wrong, since my sister and family did do this to help in their own way, or he was right and I did not want to admit it. The answer did not matter; I remained silent.
“Well then, we are moving on,” Jake scoffed at my lack of verbal answer. “Sully, why that?”
“Well, when I got my eyes back and got better. Well, sort of better. I wanted more for myself than cleaning up after everyone at the bar I worked at. Don’t get me wrong, whatever I cleaned up at the club was better than what I dealt with in the Marines. There was a part of me that wanted more, or at least to try and be more,” I rambled in a quiet tone, “So I asked my sister for help. I figured getting into science would be good. The only problem was that I am a black sheep, so to speak. I am the disappointment of the Sullivan family, who were doctors and successful for generations. So, after some familial deliberation, it was decided I would change my last name. For the purpose of making sure I would not make a laughing stock of my sister and her husband. Well, that and possible nepotism lawsuits. Sully was similar, and you were basically my brother in the Marines. I would not have survived without you.”
Jake huffs a light laugh and shakes his head, “That is more explanation than you have ever given. Which is good, now the only questions I have are about your family life. Though I doubt you will spill any of that easily.”
He was right. There is no way I would say more. Even if I tried, I couldn’t say much. Every grievance and annoyance dies on my tongue when I go to say anything. How could I complain? I had a mom, dad, and older sister. Most of the family was smart except for a few black sheep. We were not poor, and I never went without clothes or food. There wasn’t much for me to complain about.
After we both laugh at some unspoken joke, I decide to change the subject, “You excited, Jake? We finally get to go into our avatars. Almost did not think I would make it here.”
Jake nods, but I can see his hesitance. There was a doubt and a guilt that plagued him. He was excited but ultimately worried. We understood what it meant to be in the shadow of the smart and successful sibling, but he was the only one who knew what it was like to lose that sibling, especially since it was his twin.
“We are not the scientists they wanted, but we are the Jugheads they got. Who knows, maybe we are meant for great things. I have always believed that a scientist’s head is too full to learn anything. They have steadfast beliefs and laws they refuse to change.” That was my best try at reassuring Jake. If I could not understand his pain, I can at least see it and try and help him.
Jake smiled lightly and shook his head. When he speaks, his tone is low and still filled with doubt, “Maybe you’re right, or wrong. Most likely wrong, but I appreciate the effort. I guess Sullies stick together.”
He offered out his fist for me to bump it. I did and shook my head, “Yeah, I guess ‘Sullies’ stick together. Even though technically I am not a Sully, but a Sullivan.”
That comment earned me a scoff and a flick on the forehead as he left his mess and started to wheel away, “You didn’t have to ruin the moment, you idiot,” he shouted out to me.
I let out a loud and boisterous laugh. Then I quickly pick up his mess and mine and throw them away before running to catch up to him. Then we discussed what we thought would happen tomorrow. Additionally, 8:00 felt way too early after about six years of sleepless cryo travel.
Field Guide to Pandora: Ch. 1 The Incentive
Summary: The pinnacle moment that lead to the reason that you left to go to Pandora. What happened and the ideology that helped you go. With persuasion from the RDA.
Word Count:2,322 words.
Content Warning: Manipulation, Hitting, and bad grammar.
Author Note: So the x reader version won. I stayed up late and worked on this. No beta reader and unfortunately no grammar check. I may go back and fix it....maybe.
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When I started working for my sister and brother-in-law never did I think I would have it easy. I went from failing in anthropology, barely getting a year out of my short lived military career, then failing again now to this. Being sat down in a chair With someone from the Resource Development Association sitting me down on one of the uncomfortable stool in the lab and staring me down. While I was being lectured by both my brother-in-law and sister like I was in the fifth grade and stole something.
“Do you have any idea how big this opportunity was? The advancements that could have been made? The discoveries?” Alec practically shouts starting to pace.
I feel a little bad and want to say my peace but my sister jumps in not giving me a chance to speak, “How stupid could you be for messing this up? They were asking for me and you gave them your DNA instead!”’
“Hey!” I quickly shot up in anger at being called stupid it wasn’t even my fault, “The agent didn’t come here asking for Dr. Sullivan. They walked in calling for a Sullivan and I thought it was me. I thought it was for that co-worker of yours who needed to test stuff with my DNA. If anything it was his companies fault for not making sure that the dna and information. matched before taking it,” I tried to defend when i pointed at the RDA member my sister quickly slapped my hand away hard and with no hesitation.
The man in the suite slightly raises a brow but, says nothing about the slap. He sighs but just stay neutral, “I will say they are not wrong. The technician did not check to information, but we were under the impression that there was only one Sullivan here.”
I hated how he said it. Like it was an annoyance to even speak about something something other than himself, “Dr. Sullivan. There is only one Doctor Sullivan here,” I corrected him. My sister worked hard and earned her degree.
Alec my least favorite but also unfortunately my only brother-in-law gave me a slight glare at correcting the man before trying to placate him, “Well yes we are sorry for that impression. Well you are also not wrong my wife’s sibling goes by the last name Sully instead of Sullivan. We did that because they did not really want to change their last name and… we did not want to be accused of nepotism for hiring them as a lab assistant instead of anyone else,” Alec leans in slightly to whisper to the man. Even though he did not whisper low enough because I still heard everything Alec said, “My-in-law did not have a job and we did not want them to get into trouble so we gave them this job to hopefully get them on their feet.”
Lies… well most of it lies. I know I looked offend and glanced at my sister to see if she would correct her husband. She did not even look at me. Aria’s focus was on the suite man from the RDA and nodded along like it was the truth. Which it wasn’t but i still don’t defend myself no one would believe me anyway. Not when the great Doctor Sullivan says otherwise. I had a job maybe not a good one, but I worked. I came to them wanting to make more for myself rather them being the saintly martyrs they wanted to pain themselves to be.
The RDA man just nods and stares me down. When he does this I match his look until Aria smacks the back of my head and reprimands me lightly. To her instruction I look away, but I do not miss the subtle smirk the man has. He looks satisfied and men like him when they get that look always mean trouble.
“Well this situation looks like one big mix up, but I think we can come up with something,” The RDA man says and adjusts his sleeves.
Aria and Alec both look hopeful and slightly relieved. I just sit still and try to not show my emotions on my face that gives away my thoughts. I may not know what everyone is going on about, but I have a strong feeling like its nothing good. My sister, Aria, decides to speak up, “So is there a way I can do it then? Instead of my sibling?”
The RDA man shakes his head and speaks again lightly rubbing his chin, “No, we already spent the money and the time creating it. If you two were identical twins then you could just go as planned, but since your not identical then you can’t. Your DNA may be similar but they are not the exact same, so it won’t work.”
“Thank you Mr. Suite for explaining how basic genetics work to a room of scientist,” I say sarcastically but it quickly earns me another smack to the head by my sister. Which this time I may have earned but it was well worth it.
“Technically you are not a scientist,” Alec reminds me. He always has to be right for some reason.
Again Aria does nothing to remedy the situation and correct him. I guess technically they are correct. It still feels hurtful to be not considered a scientist. Especially after all the hours I have spent with them working. Helping analyzing data and organizing samples. Still I don’t even know what this is about.
“What are you even talking about for this to be a big deal. What is going on that my dna screwed things up again?” I ask surprising myself with how bitterly I asked the question.
Aria rubs her face and sighs looking as if her child had to explain something for a millionth time. Which if she or if anyone else explained it once at least I could understand the big deal, “Alec and I were going to join the RDA for a study expedition to Pandora.”
That sent a shock through me. Everyone has heard about it. A place of green and mystery. Some still thought it was like a fairy tale. It always sounded like a place of dreams to me, “We were going to go to Pandora? Like actually go?” I ask a little to excited and hopeful.
Which was correct, Aria didn’t look me in the eye. I was not apart of that ‘we’. The suite man clears his throat, “Well you are now. Since there was a mistake instead of getting Doctor Aria Sullivan’s DNA we got Y/N…”He paused trying to figure out what last name to use. My legal last name or the one I went by.
“Sully-”
“Sullivan-”
Aria and I answered at the same time. With Aria declaring me Sully instead of the Sullivan I considered myself. The man took both named but nodded and said nothing. Almost as if he didn’t want to make a decision for some unspoken choice.
“It really does not matter anyway. The thing is Y/N can take your place Dr. Sullivan. Your sibling seems good at taking direction and they can be out in the field and gathering data for you. Which I think is a good compromise,” He offered staring me down as if almost challenge me to refuse.
Aria and Alec both look at each other before nodding. Aria goes does work while Alec is left to finish whatever this is, “Aria and I think this can work. We will start to get preparations ready. I will leave you to fill them in.”
With that Alec also leaves to go do some more work leaving me with the suite man. He took a step closer and lost all the professional charm he had for my family. Clearly to him i was not worth the energy, “You will be taking Dr. Sullivan’s position now. With the dna mix up an avatar is being created of your likeness instead of Dr. Sullivan’s. Which means you will be gathering data and dealing with the hostile inhabitants of Pandora. Which maybe to some advantage considering you do at least have some military training and your studies in anthropology could be of some use.”
The information hit me like a ton of bricks. Me going to Pandora and getting an avatar! I had heard of such experiments being whispered but did not think it was real. Well ever really going to happen with me, “What? No absolutely not. That is insane. I don’t have enough conditionals for that or experience. Ask anyone they will tell you I can’t do it.”
He smirks and it makes me sick. I know I just gave him some information but I don’t know what, “Well I am not asking anyone. I am telling you. Think about it. You doing this will prove many people wrong. You would get a great career out of this. Plus the pay would be good,” He drawls out. He is not wrong the experince and recognition could help. I could finally make something more of myself. Make something of myself…, but something still feels very wrong. Like he could sense my hesitance, “Come on. Think of this as a fresh start. No one on Pandora probably knows about your situation. You could prove yourself and be something no one expects. Plus don’t you owe your family. Especially this opportunity. It is her life’s work after all.”
I glanced over to Aria as she works. She has worked her whole life toward something like this. A break through like no other. Maybe this can be a moment for both of us. Completing something she has been working so hard on while I could finally be make a solid name for myself. Be Y/N Sullivan without shame from anyone.
With a simple nod I agree. After that he starts speaking again and Alec and Aria come over once again. With all honesty I try and pay attention but nothing stay. All their words and voices feel like intelligible noises. When I try to think the only thought that pops up is the story of Pandora’s box… well technically jar. I can’t decide if its a warning or just a random thought. Either way I will find out one way or another when I finally get to Pandora.
Field Guide to Pandora Which Pov should I do?
Oc version
Reader (Y/N) version
Or try and post both versions?
Guys so sorry I put the vote up for 3 days instead of one. Thought I clicked the oneway when finally made the decision between the two.... my bad.
Field Guide to Pandora Which Pov should I do?
Oc version
Reader (Y/N) version
Or try and post both versions?
Field Guide to Pandora Vol. I: Introduction
Author Note: So here goes nothing, but I am just gonna try and toss this out there. Here is a Tsu'tey pic. I have no clue if I want to do an x reader or maybe an oc. I can do either. With Jake becoming like an adopted brother. This is like an introduction thing. Interpret it how you wish. No one checked this so good luck. I read avatarloverfrfr fan fiction and got inspired to write one.
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If you could get the chance to start over and be something new without any previous notion of your own limitations and reputation would you do it? To have that complete freedom to start again like that one barbie song tells us from Princess and the Pauper. Getting opportunities like these and succeeding was very rare to have. Not unless you knew someone. Which in my case I was lucky and had two people to help. My brother-in-law and sister.
Both of them worked in the sciience field which in a era where the Earth was dying was a pretty good field to be in. My brother-in-law was a big name in Information Technology with all the degrees and had a big fancy job. Yep, Dr. Alec Yesswas very much a catch to many, but he was taken by my sister Dr. Aria Sullivan.
Dr. Aria Sullivan is my sister and she keeps her last name because she worked hard for her doctorates and was not going to change her last name since it was on her degrees. She was the pride and joy of the family. Loved school and constantly studying. We used to be close as kids but as adults we had lives and I mean very different lives, but she was still there for me in ways that mattered. She got into data science and could keep track of numbers better than any algorithm. Her specialty was in flora and fauna and currently she was working on some secret cloning project
Personally I was not always the best example of the Sullivan family. According to many of my family members. I have been odd since child hood. I was more creative and spent more time with art and creating stories rather than just studying. Eventually I found sociology and anthropology that helped me find my place in the world. Studying that felt like it gave me cheat codes to be able to function in society. Although going to school for anthropology was not the best move in a dieing world when you wanted to in the humanities.
Everyone is scrimping and saving for resources the best that they can. People are dying over and the people are not heartless. They grieve and. care, but they don’t want to die first. Which gives the look that they do not care. It is because of this trying to find a job is so much harder to get. Well that and the anxiety, self confidence issues, as well as its hard trying to live in a place with so much noise and everything makes you on edge.
Also by the fact that most circles knew of me by now. The disappointing Sullivan. Well most of the time the phrases and titles people used were longer and more eloquent but it all came down to the same thing. Which is why when I finally had enough I begged my sister and brother-in-law for help. Aria let me come on as an assistant to work on mainly organizing paper and numbers for both her and Alec.
This was my chance to start over in a new field and hopefully make someone proud. Unofficially even I changed my last name to Sully that way i would not hurt Aria’s reputation too much like Alec was worried about. While also gaining myself some freedom and distance from being the Sullivan’s greatest disappointment. Although never would I have dreamed this would send me on a journey that would change everything about me.
