Jake soars through the sky, painted and geared up with tens of warriors following closely behind. It was their third raid of the week. Strategically targeting the RDA's main supplies.
He lets out a yip, receiving calls back from them as they approach train tracks.
Tanhì flies straight over them, painted up to match her husband with her bow in hand, one mission in mind. Take down the train.
Jake turns his head, looking for her and she raises her bow, sending out a yip for him.
"Ground team go!" He touches his throat mic, commanding Na'vi on horses to attack as Tanhì readies her bow, waiting for the signal.
Jake turns to her and nods, she knocks a grenade on an arrow, pulling out the pin and firing at the track. Successfully blowing the metal railway up resulting in the train to overlap, crash and flip through the air off the track in flames.
Flying off, she lets out a call for other flying warriors to follow her, taking down any chopper in site, Jake sparing a last glance at her. A silent plea to ewya to keep his mate safe before giving the signal for the others to shoot from the sky.
He flies straight at one ship, firing bullets at it's engine, changing course when it blew up, dodging another that began shooting at him, narrowly missing his ikran, voice projecting for Tanhì.
Hearing her mate's call she swoops in, firing an arrow to the human manning the door gun, flying backwards to shoot the pilot, sending the chopper crashing into the ground.
Tanhì shouts a victory cry, raising her arms in tune with the other warriors who join her when the aircraft's flames grow stronger, burning the material and the sky people inside.
"Go! Scatter and retrieve." The ground team rushes off, cracking open larger crates and taking the supplies within them.
Tanhì lands seeing bullets scattered from broken crates, strapping her bow around her chest. She helps the others, lifting the intact ones, handing them off to be stacked and carried back to base.
A drone hovers above the wreck and her ears flicker, turning sharply and spotting the small machine. Seeing a discarded gun. She picks it up, placing a lone bullet in the slot before aiming straight at the lense, shooting it down causing the screen to go blank from the ops center.
Dumping the weapon in another crate, she lifts the wooden box up as Na'vi clear the last available amenities in the area.
"Let's go. Two minutes people, let's go." Jake watches the operation from high ground. Eyes searching for his wife among the crowd of blue, spotting her handing off crates.
From above, their sons are look outs. Neteyam searching the sky like a hawk for incoming enemies.
"Bro we have to get down there, look!" Lo'ak turns to him, pointing with his head at the wreckage.
"Absolutely not. No, dad would skin us!" Neteyam shakes his head, fearing the words their father would rip them apart with later.
"Come on, don't be a wuss." Lo'ak sends him a mischevious smirk before flying down, Neteyam's words falling on deaf ears.
"No, Mom will be angry- Lo'ak, get back here you-" He hisses, following after his brother.
On the ground Norm takes charge, grabbing crates and handing them off hurriedly.
"Take all of it, RPGs, grenades, everything!"
Landing, Neteyam calls after his brother, securing his bow over his chest, running to catch up with him and moving around the busy bodies at the scene.
"We should not be here!" Lo'ak ignores him, beaming when a warrior hands him a gun, shouting out a war cry. Neteyam grabs him firmly, pulling him away from the commotion.
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Ma Tsawke (Book 2)
Romance(UNDER EDITING) Follow Tanhì and Jake's story as they navigate through life's many obstacles. "You are too hard on them, Jake. They only want to make us proud." She crouches, placing a hand on his thigh. Jake looks up at her and she sees his eyes wa...
