Blood & Bond
Summary: Jake Sully’s daughter from earth joins the resistance.
Pt.1 Pt.3
For years, you believed your father was dead. For years you grieved him. You were so young when he left, only having his dog tags and one single picture to remember him by.
No body to burn, no funeral to let your tears out.
It was painful.
So imagine the joy you had when you found out he was alive when you got to Pandora. Your dad, he wasn’t dead, he was alive! Not only that, but he became a hero to the Na’vi here, Toruk Makto they called him.
Then imagine the joy slowly turn into anger, than to pride and go down to dread.
Anger because the RDA lied to you for years of your father. Pride, because Jake did the right thing, and didn’t turn the other way when the Na’vi were in need. Dread, because you were on the wrong side of this war. And you just dragged your daughter in it.
Harding putting those men in front of a fire squad was just the last straw for you.
“You sure about this plan of yours Bub?” Malcom asked, glancing down at you as you scanned over a map you’ve been staring at for a good hour.
“Yes. I got Cora’s things packed. Everything is ready to go… we just got to wait on our new friends.” A small slimmer of doubt creeped in your tone. You were scared, reasonable. This was not only your whole squad’s lives on the line but your daughters.
Shes your whole reason for living. Probably the only thing that kept you from going bad like the rest of the RDA.
“You sure no one will start to question were your little girl is?” Malcom adjusted his vest.
“Trust me, they won’t wonder where a kid is around this time. The Na’vi fighting against the RDA like this is not what was expected. No one is going to wonder where a kid who plays no part in this fight is at.”
Malcom glanced to a picture of you and Cora, both smiling wide in front of a school. Ah, Cora’s first day of elementary school. Malcom remembered how he had to pick Cora up that day because Ardmore had you on some punishment that kept you away from home for three days.
“Unless it’s your kid. You know Ardmore has got this weird fascination with you.”
“But Ardmore isn’t here now is she?” You sighed, your tone sounded more aggressive than intended.
“I’m sorry. I understand that you’re worried about the plan. Things can go south real fast. But we need to try… please.” You begging tone caused Malcom to let out a heavy sigh.
For years, Malcom viewed you as a leader. A strong fighter who fought with honor and courage. But none of that ever let him forget that you were still a child. His own son, who passed long ago, would be your age right now. You were a child fighting in an adult war. A stupid war might he add.
“Okay. We’ll try it.”
Cora was scared, she didn’t understand what was happening. Why was she and Malcom running through the big rainforest right now.
Why did her mom have her things packed.
Cora began to slow down, running out of breath.
“Cora! Come on we can’t slow down!” Malcom grabbed the girls arm.
“I can’t— why are we running! My mom-”
Malcom cut her off, his tone slightly panicked.
“Your mom will explain everything once we get to somewhere safe. Right now we need to run, before it gets dark!”
The two kept running through the forest, their panting and heavy footsteps were all that could be heard. Cora wanted to cry, she already was. The mask that was allowing her to breathe fogged up every few seconds from her heavy breathing and tears.
Once the two arrived at resistance HQ. The young girl stuck to the now ex-RDA soldier like a koala. Hiding behind the older man’s back. Avoiding everyone’s eyes.
“Malcom Delgado, I’m Alma Cortez. Welcome to the resistance. I’m sorry we couldn’t send in a scorpion to get you two. I hope the trip here wasn’t too harsh?” A woman’s voice is heard, but Cora didn’t waver, choosing to keep her head down.
“We made it without running into any predators.” Malcom glanced behind him, seeing Cora suck behind him.
Alma noticed the young girl hiding. She gave a small smile, tilting her head.
“And this must be Cora. Hello, you must be tired from the run here. If you want to take a rest we have a living area where you can lay down.” Alma spoke in a soft and gentle tone, seeing how shaken up Cora was.
Cora gripped Malcom’s arm.
“… where’s my mom. You said she’d explain once we got here…” Cora’s shaky voice caused a long silence between the two adults.
“Come on Bub, let’s settle you down first, Kay?” The older man gently led Cora to the living area.
Priya came up besides Alma. Priya watched Cora and Malcom walk away with sad eyes.
“Updates on Walker?” Alma spoke, her eyes not leaving the two new comers, especially Cora.
“None yet, So’lek spotted Walker and her Squad recollecting near Threaded River 35 minutes ago. He lost track of them after that.”
Alma nods, not surprised that even So’lek lost track of the squad.
“Walker is good at tracking, even better at hiding.”
“But why would she try to hid from us?”
A grimace formed on blue face she wore.
“We aren’t the only ones watching her.”
“Miss Walker, I’ve been looking forward to properly meeting you. My name is Lilian Torres.”
You stared at the woman in front of you. Her long white coat made it obvious she was a scientist. You went back to cleaning your gun.
“You must be the one in charge of my Avatar?” You questioned. Torres smiled
“Ah! As sharp as the rumors say Miss Walker.”
“The rumors also say I’m a heartless bitch who puts a bullet in who ever tests my patience.” You set your Gun down.
“Why are you here Torres, I haven’t been in my Avatar for a month. Shouldn’t be any problems with it.”
Torres cleared her throat.
“Well, that’s the problem, you need to be in your Avatar at least once a week. If you’re to fight in it, you need to get used to the body.”
You sighed. For some reason, being in that Avatar just doesn’t feel right. You don’t like it, it’s not you.
“Ardmore really wants you to get used to the body. So please?” Torres began to beg. You stare up at her, your expression unreadable, but one thing was clear.
You were not happy.
“I’ll tap in before lights out.” You let out a grunt as you lifted yourself up, walking away from the woman.
It’s been three weeks. And Cora was still refusing to talk to anyone but Malcom. When she did talk, she asked for her mom, asking when she’ll be back. Asking if she’ll see her again.
Cora is no fool. She knows the RDA is filled with bad people. She’s scared her mom won’t come back.
Cora gripped her mother’s dog tags around her neck. Curled up on a bean bag facing the metal walls.
Alex and Priya were watching the young girl from the entry hub.
“Feel bad for the kid. Can’t imagine what shes going through right now.” Alex sighed out.
Priya nods, than let’s out an excited gasp “We should do something to cheer her up! I’m sure we snatched a few bored games from abandoned facilities from the upper plains.” An exciting idea that could help Cora put her mind off on the negatives.
“That sounds like a good idea… but she won’t even talk to us. Hell she won’t even look at us.”
Priya frowns. Alex was right, but she still wanted to try.
“Let’s ask Malcom what Cora is in too, maybe we could find out anything that could help!”
As the two ran off to find Malcom, So’lek(who was listening to their whole conversation) glanced over to where the sad looking girl was. Sulking like she has been for days.
She looks so small. Humans are small, but he has only seen adult humans. Children on the other hand, are far more smaller. He wonders what in the world The Hound was thinking bringing a child to Pandora.
“Do you know how long it took to brake you and build you up to be the perfect soldier?” Ardmore’s harsh tone could be heard, slightly muffled, but the sternness in her voice was clear.
“For years I took time to craft you into a murder machine! And you fall apart the moment you see that man’s blue face? Is that how easy you’ll fall?!”
You felt your head sway, blood mixed with your saliva dripped from your gapped mouth. Your heavy eye lids took more energy than needed to stay open.
Ardmore stared at your beaten and bloody state. You really were her favorite. She cared for you in her own sick and twisted way. Like how a parent would beat you till your bruised up and say ‘I did it because I love you’ sort of way.
But this wasn’t out of love. It was the want for control, controlling someone like you. Someone so strong yet so weak gave her some sort of peace of mind.
But right now, even when she had you chained up and beaten. She did not feel in control. And it was all Jake Sully’s fault.
After all these years, Ardmore thought you would come to hate him, he left you on a dying planet and started a whole new family like you didn’t exists! Yet here you are, caught trying to help your squad defect.
“You know, maybe it’s my fault too… I let you keep that kid. She made you weak.” Even if you had Cora far before you met Ardmore, that woman had enough power over you to take Cora away from you. Maybe you wouldn’t have been so easily swayed by Jake’s near existence.
“… just kill me.” Your raspy voice finally croaked out. Ardmore snapped her head at you. Kill?
Ha! Don’t make her laugh. Why would she just kill one of her greatest creations. You’re the Gray Hound for gods sakes! A name that sent fear in so many hearts.
Ardmore walked closer, her steps loud with purpose. “I’m not gonna kill you sweetheart. I’m going to punish you.” A twisted smile creeped up onto the older woman’s face. You could see the gears turning in your head.
“I think it’s time you properly take responsibility for your squads actions for trying to defect.”
You felt your heart drop to your stomach. She won’t kill you, of course she won’t. Death is your only escape. And Ardmore will never let you escape.
“Is this yours?” So’lek held a sketch book with Cora’s initials on the top left corner.
Cora’s tired eyes slowly shift up to the large blue man. She didn’t speak, only stared before reaching out for the book. So’lek lets his hand lower for her reach.
“You made these drawings yourself?”
Cora only nods in response as she flips through the pages of the sketch book, stopping at a certain page before holding it up to the man.
“Mom.”
A detailed sketch of the girls mother was on the page she showed. So’leks brow raised, slowly lowering himself down to see the picture more clearly.
She looked younger from the picture of Gray Hound from the holo table in the HQ. Drawings must be from the young girls point of view. That’s what So’lek thought.
“Yes. Your mother.” So’lek was clearly not understanding why she was showing this to him.
“I heard you’re really good at finding people… can you find my mom?” Her question was more like a plea. So’lek paused, thinking on his response.
“Your drawings are good. You should go out into drayers bowl and draw the water falls and rocks. I’m sure she would like to see your new drawings when she comes to HQ.”
Cora’s brows furrowed. She understood what So’lek was trying to do. She thought on it, maybe it would be something nice for her mom to come back to. She always smiled at your drawings.
Cora stood up and grabbed a mask and oxygen tank and ran off to Malcom.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Tuk ran to her father crying.
“Oh baby girl, whats wrong?” Jake lifted Tuk up in his arms, having her on his lap.
“Why are you crying baby girl?” He began to wipe her flowing tears with his thumb.
“I didn’t mean to do it daddy! I’m so sorry.” Tuk sobbed as she lifted up what she was holding in her arms. A dead stingbat.
“I killed it! I swung to a branch and fell than killed it with my butt!” Tuk began to sob, holding the stingbat close to her chest with gentle care.
It took all of Jake’s will power not to laugh. He just let out a fond smile and gently took the stingbat from Tuk.
“It’s not your fault baby, okay? You didn’t know.”
Tuk slowly calmed down. She smiled at her father before giving him a hug.
“Love you daddy.”
Jake immediately hugged his little girl back, memories of (Name) came flooding in.
“Love you too baby girl.”
Familiar sounds of beeping from a monitor was all you heard. First it was bright lights shining down on you, practically blinding you. Then a blurry face came into view, looking down at you from an angle that you could only assume you were laying down.
The beeping from the monitor became clearer, as did your vision. The face that stared over you began to look too much like Ardmore. Oh, wait. It is her.
“Rise and shine sweetheart.” Her mocking tone echoed in your head. You winced, feeling an intense pain in your head. Nothing like the usual migraines you usually have.
Things were still a little woozy for you, but you were able to sit up. But…. Something felt off. Why was this room so small?
Your eyes shifted down to your feet. Blue.
Your brows furrowed, your head turned to Ardmore.
“Get me out of this body.” The expression of the avatar turned dark. The large blue hand gripped the equally large shirt on it.
Ardmore stood there with a twisted smile.
“No can do hun.”
The avatar stood up, tried to storm over to Ardmore. But Ardmore held up a small remote, and pressed a button.
“AUGH!” The pain was sudden, so intense it caused the avatar to fall to her knees. A metal color was wrapped around her neck.
It felt like an eternity till she shut off the shock color.
“…What have you done to me… where is my body!”
Ardmore slowly steps closer. Her steps echoed in the white room.
“Your human body? Oh. Oh do I put this lightly?” She stopped in front of the avatar who was on the ground dubled down. “That body is gone. Finished. Cold as ice by now.”
The avatar’s long tail curled. Its ears slowly slick back as its eyes widen. Seeing as she’s not wanting to come to terms with what was just implied, Ardmore decided to slam it down.
“(Name) Walker, is dead. Your human body. Is dead.”
The Avatar froze. Staring down at the gray marble floor in utter horror.
“You went crazy, and then got yourself killed trying to escape… you cost me a lot of money sweetheart. I’m not letting you go to waste.” Ardmore would go as far as sticking you into your avatar.
“Hey, but don’t worry. You’re still Gray Hound. You’ll always be Gray Hound.”
Her words translated to you.
‘No matter what body you’re in. You will always be my property.’
