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#𝙿𝟺𝚃𝙷𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚁 : neteyam , an independent roleplay blog for james cameron's avatar franchise . characterisation is heavily headcanon influenced, extremely low activity, and highly critical of canon material . alternate universes & crossovers available. formerly found at @sayitan .

#pinned.

i will watch afaa but im probably gonna have a lot of critiques

#. ooc . › professional yapper .#as an indigenous person i have never trusted jc #to tell an accurate indigenous story #he's failed with the last 2 will fail with this one

shepcdr

SHEPARD WAITED, AND HE SCOURED THE WALL of thick greenery before him with keen eyes — watching the spot from which he thought the voice emanated and searching for any a hint of movement or life within. but his guess was slightly off, he realised as he caught a flash of deep blue above, right on the upper edge of his vision. his head snapped up and, on instinct, he shifted backwards, the slight relocation tactical in nature rather than at all fearful. though shepard hadn't needed to move at all; he had barely glanced up when the shape sprung into motion, plummeting from its perch to the ground before shepard with a fluid, calculated grace. the man (?) before him straightened to full height, towering before him: all lean muscle, most certainly alien but rather humanoid ( with the striking thinness and the limberness of a salarian, but with all the sharpness and sleek verticality of a turian ), the now visible streaks of lighter colouration rippling throughout azure skin. with perhaps less thought than he should have given to the decision, shepard holstered his weapon, lowering his hands to his side. he let a moment of quiet pass, allowing the dirt and the dust set airborne by the stranger's entrance to settle and for his silent inspection of the massacre to finish, before taking two paces forward: an indication of his ( relative ) harmlessness and an invitation to be, too, observed.

" that obvious? " shepard asked with a quirk of the lip, feeling quite comically small; with even their slightly closed distance, he had to crane his head further upwards to meet the bright and equally inquisitive gaze. no humans on pandora, then, or else nothing exactly like shepard.

it took him a moment to realise that his translator hadn't been set off, and that he'd still understood. " you speak english, " shepard said, tilting his head in mild surprise. without permanent human colonies or populations established on pandora, that was even more curious. he wasn't so educated on the history of pandora, beyond a quick skim of the weather conditions, the native flora and fauna, and minimal detail of the native populations in the little time they'd had to prepare between hackett's urgent request and their quick arrival. but given the alliance presence here — and the presence of the rda, too, an organisation that thus far seemed largely human — maybe knowledge of english wasn't all that unusual. still...

" i haven't met many non-humans that speak earth languages. mostly common trade language, at best. " any alien knowledge of english, with the far reaching availability of translation technologies, was unusual and impressive. quiet admiration gave quick way to a curt nod in acknowledgement of the question that followed.

" i'm commander shepard, formerly of the systems alliance. i got word from old colleagues that alliance squadrons have gone missing in the area. i'm here to investigate ... hopefully to bring them home. " a hope that he was beginning to realise might have little basis in reality, given the overwhelming readiness of the armed forces that had swarmed shepard.

he picked through his memory for debriefing he'd had on pandora shortly before deploying planet-side. " you're — na'vi. " he paused, waiting for ascertainment or clarification.

" ... i haven't been on pandora before. alliance work kept me in other parts of the galaxy — haven't personally come across any pandora natives throughout the galaxy, either. " he thought he might have heard mention of the moon and its people tossed about in one embassy or another on the presidium, two years ago when his mission required considerably more dealings with ambassadors. ( and when he had the time and the willingness to entertain the occasional politician seeking favours: for a little help from a well-supplied and heavily-armed third party that didn't mind a little dirty work for a small share of the profit. ) but, generally, the majority of the embassies' background talk flew over his head.

shepard turned, pointing at the soldiers sprawled across the forest floor behind them. " the rda. what can you tell me about them? "

p4thfindr

neteyam had grown acustomed to his height dwarfing the other galactic species, but he had also learned not to assume that his height would determine a fight. he had seen the maneuverability, durability, and firepower of the others, to let his guard down was not in his nature. still, the foreign soldier holstered his weapon, approaching with an air of openness that neteyam was quick to mirror. his expression softening as the foreign soldier's mouth quirked, a brief flash of amusement. ❝ the gunfire gave you away, ❞ neteyam added, nodding upon the soldier's observation and tipping his head slightly to one side, considering.

❝ it is a difficult language, ❞ neteyam confessed, ❝ the translator's don't always convey what's important. ❞ the more neteyam had learned of human language, the more diverse and complex it had become. english appeared to be the most widely understood and used however, though there was more to his understanding of the english language than what he had shared. it had been his father's language once, and when the rda had returned, it had seemed a wiser decision to ensure that he understood the language of their enemy.

neteyam raised his fingertips to his forehead, lowering his hand in a formal gesture of greeting. ❝ commander shepard. ❞ neteyam tested the soldier's rank and name on his tongue, the vowels dragging slightly but otherwise, his pronunciation smooth enough. ❝ i know of the alliance. we have friends, humans who help against the rda. some were alliance once. ❞ he explained carefully, they were few but of the few, neteyam counted them among his family and many had earned the respect of the clans for their assistance in sacking the rda many years ago.

❝ i am neteyam of the omatikaya, na'vi. ❞ he confirmed. it didn't surprise neteyam that the commander may not have met another na'vi in his time, few of the people chose to travel beyond pandora, and then only for matters of great importance. neteyam had always wondered about the worlds beyond their stars, about the world that his father had once belonged to, but his curiosity was quickly doused when his home was threatened.

❝ few venture beyond pandora. we have everything we need, ❞ neteyam admitted. he glanced briefly to the dead rda soldiers scattered at their feet, his expression tightening with distaste. ❝ they're thieves. poachers. killers, ❞ neteyam said as his tail flicked with agitation. ❝ they destroy the land for resources, steal the wildlife for study and profit, and kill when the people resist. they are enemies of na'vi. ❞

he straightened slightly, golden gaze flicking back to meet the commander's eye, ❝ there is an rda outpost not far from here, they may have information or technology that can find your alliance squadron. there are many, heavily armed. i will help. ❞ neteyam informed matter-of-factly.

#shepcdr #shepcdr . 001 .#. mass effect au . › blue worlds .#IT'S OKAY I WAS AWOL ANYWAY #we been knew that neteyam is an overachiever #the boy is obsessed with knowing things #i also just think it's funny the na'vi hear about the reapers #and are like 'you know what we don't need to know actually'#sidenote: i love your writing and shepard and your reply #jumpstarted my neteyam muse the second i read it #thank you <333

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this is a private & selective portrayal of 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 from the media avatar , written by darian. headcanon based ; heavily canon critical. this blog is anti james c.ameron. studying themes such as: rebellion , the chosen one , wanderlust , survival , found family , ptsd , love , rebirth , broken promises , & new beginnings.

adored by darian ( 28 , she/they , pst ) ©

#gnawing on the bars of my enclosure #promo tag.

what jewel are your bones made of?

— onyx .

reserved ( by choice ), decisive, self-sure, and self-contained. selective, resolved, close-minded, intuitive, deliberate. opaque—my secrets are not for you. scrying—i can seen more than you know. sharp—i know where to cut.

tagged by: nada tagging: @tidalhaired , @alootus , @cleopautja , @ru5t ♡♡♡♡

#. dash prompts . › behind golden eyes .

jakexneytiri

oh this quote goes HARD

#. aesthetics . › with a touch of the moon .#BARK BARK BARK BARK

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Divulging something unnervingly private to a stranger, let alone being forced to reflect on a weight she still carries by that decision, further downturns her pointed ears. Traitors to the RDA are swiftly deported back to Earth and sentenced to thirty years in prison, or at least humans are. What they would do to a recom might be a by-law needing to be written. So why risk it?

A few beats of silence betray the struggle with herself to admit what is the driving force behind what she knows appears irrational. She is no RDA lackey, but a higher-up who always believed the way forward for a dying Earth was off-planet.

Her brow cannot furrow any further as she stares at the young warrior, his curiosity carried with caution. Irrational or not, it does not behoove her to lie, and not a lie that can be easily verified at their destination. Still, he must be cautious as she is by keeping her voice low, careful.

“Because I did not sign a contract for an office job to be killed in a war they won’t stop. I can’t be a part of it anymore. But I can’t go home either.” Her palms press flat against her stomach. “I thought if I, if I make this choice, maybe I could live with myself again.” A settling breath brings a pause. Her chin lifts an increment, returning the poise she's known for.

“You can verify it with Spellman.”

p4thfindr

There was still much about the RDA's inner workings that puzzled Neteyam, but he had read and heard that the new Dreamers were nothing like Norm, they didn't sleep and connect to their Dreamer bodies, they were them. Somehow mimicking the very same transition that his father had undergone but wrong somehow, unnatural. They had not been touched by Eywa, they had not passed through her eye and been reborn, instead, they were disposed into the tankborn bodies they now inhabited, and like his father, there was no going back.

Neteyam's ears flattened against his skull, her words cutting through him like a knife. Like her, he could not return home. Like her, he wished to find a way to live with himself again. For a moment, his expression shifted into something akin to mourning, a grief that seemed go age his features and weigh upon his stiff shoulders like the weight of the world. ❝ There is no going back from this, ❞ Neteyam said softly, though he was speaking to her, it was clear that these were words he had spoken to himself often.

The warrior composed himself, casting a careful eye over his prisoners now, though they still appeared haggered and sore, they were no longer panting or wiping sweat from their brows. Several had removed their coats, tying them around their waists. Perhaps, they had not asked to be a part of the war, perhaps they were as much victims of the RDA as his kin.

❝ It's time to move. ❞ Neteyam alerted, speaking at a volume that all could here. He met Brianne's eye again, gaze lingering for a half-second longer than needed. ❝ Follow. It is not far now. ❞

#prvtocol #prvtocol . 002 .#. nightshade verse . › brothers keeper .#. interaction . › thread .