ꎇ꒒ꌩꀤꈤꁅ ꅏꀤ꓄ꃅ ꓄ꃅꍟ ꂦꂵꍏ꓄ꀤꀘꍏꌩꍏ (ꍏꃴꍏ꓄ꍏꋪ ꊼ ꂦꉓꌗ)

\\ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟜//

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A gunner fires from the door of a Samson. There is a crash and the head of a banshee lunges in the open door, jerking him out. Other banshees tear at the pilot's windshield. Neytiri watches in awe as the ground troops scatter in disarray. The viperwolves flash past her, ignoring her. She senses something and turns slowly to see a thanator emerging from the smoke behind her. A glistening black demon. She stands paralyzed before its stygian gaze, and the thanator lowers itself until its head is just above the ground. It holds that position, waiting. Trembling, she approaches the waiting demon, smiling softly to herself when it did not snap at her attempt to touch it.

A smoky hell. Fires burn all around. The troopers are disorganized, falling back. Shooting at shadows. Panicked yelling fills the comm freq. Wainfleet and another ampsuit are charging together through the smoky gloom. 

"A and C squads! Rally at my pos! I want~" Wainfleet ordered before nothing but screaming rang through on the comm.

"Who's screaming God damn it?!"

"We gotta get outta here! Whoever's in charge, call for extraction!" A trooper screams over his comm. 

"Shut up you crybabies!" Wainfleet scowls. 

Something slams into the other 'suit, tackling it out of Wainfleet's view. Wainfleet whirls around to see his squad mate missing. He moves through a screen of foliage to reveal the ampsuit ripped open. Driver gone. Blood inside the cockpit. He whirls around at a sound in time to see a thanator leaping straight at him. Wainfleet raises his cannon but, WHAM!! It's on him, slamming him to the ground. The cannon goes flying. He's face to face with its nightmare jaws, right outside his canopy. On its back is Neytiri, and it's a toss-up which one looks more pissed off. The thanator rears back, muscles ripping as it poises to strike. 

K-KRAAACKK! Slams its teeth right through his canopy. Wainfleet's screams are brief. Neytiri's demon mount rears up and its triumphant roar echoes through the forest.

Back on the human base, Max runs down the hall, leading the other scientists. He's yelling into an aircom headset.

"Rogue One, Rogue One, this is Max. Tell Jake and Nate we are in motion." 

"Get in there. Barricade the door!" Max commands the scientists. 

The door to the link room is hurled open and the scientists charge in. Science geeks barricade the door as avatar-drivers scramble into their link units, and pull the clamshells down. Max checks the door is secure from his side then runs down a connecting corridor.

Nate signals and a formation of hunters roll in, diving at the lead shuttle, which is already besieged by winged creatures. The cargo ramp is the scene of a pitched battle. Na'vi hunters hurl themselves off their mounts in waves, overwhelming the troopers. Hunters are shot, falling out of the ship, as others fly in. They shoot arrows and spears from the end of the ramp, and troopers fall back deeper into the fuselage. The panicked crew chief slams a switch and the ramp begins to close, a second before he is cut down by a spear. Jake's Leonopteryx plummets at the shuttle from behind. He swoops down, flairs to reduce speed, rolls off his mount, and lands, tumbling on the shuttle's broad back as gunners try to swing their guns toward him but he buries them with his AR, still running forward and Jake pulls two grenades from his battle harness, yanking the pins out with his teeth. He hurls them down the intakes of the VTOL turbofans as his leonopteryx banks in a tight arc back toward him. Jake sprints down the hull as the grenades explode, shattering the turbines, which riddle the fuselage with shrapnel and Jake leaps into the air, landing on the back of his mount and reconnecting. They flap away, gaining altitude as fire blasts out of the bottom of the shuttle. 

On the flight deck, the pilot feels the ship dropping. 

"Mains to a hundred percent! Get me airspeed!" The pilot and copilot slam the throttle levers forward and the fusion engines blaze, thrusting the shuttle forward. It still falls, its remaining lift fans screaming, until it's clipping the tree tops when it gets enough translational lift to fly and the pilot pulls back on the stick, lifting the nose. 

"We're good!" He calls over to his men. 

Behind him, a surviving Na'vi hunter runs forward and buries an arrowhead in his neck and chest. The shuttle climbs out of control, at full acceleration. It slams into the underside of Mons Veritatis. It explodes, and hundreds of tons of flaming debris drop back into the forest. On the flight deck of the other shuttle, the pilots watch the wreckage falling.

"Valkyrie Two is breaking off. And if any of ya'll want to get off this piece of sh*t planet, you better cover our ass, 'cause we're the only way back to orbit." The pilot screams. 

"Roger that." Gunship pilots respond. 

From the Dragon cockpit, Quaritch watches the shuttle bank away, with most of the remaining gunships following.

"Get back here you worthless pukes!" He yelled. 

"Are we breaking off?" The pilot questioned. 

Quaritch draws his pistol.

"What do you think?" He is over the edge... no logic in his brain now.

Only death... Back in the ops center, techs and troopers crowd around consoles, listening to all the yelling and confusion as they try to plot the disintegrating battle. 

"What the hell is going on out there?" Selfridge questioned, in growing alarm.

Back in the rainforest regular troopers and volunteers flee through the jungle, scrambling to board Samsons as they touch down. In the Dragon cockpit, the pilot listens to comms from Hell's Gate. 

"Sir, all ground units are falling back to the LZ!" Quaritch's jaw clenches.

"Stay on target..." He seathes. 

On the horizon of the Well of Souls, Mo'at looks up as the Dragon appears over the trees like the shadow of Death. Around her, the Na'vi mothers clutch their children to them. Quaritch sets the target cursor on the mother tree and what it recognizes is the ghostly figure of Mo'at. 

"Switch missiles. Arm all pods." Quaritch barks. 

"Arming."

"Let's see what these blue bastards do when I bitch-slap their goddess."

Jake's Leonopteryx drops toward the Dragon like a Mig 29. He pulls out his queue, skimming over the ship. Uncoupling, he rolls backward off his mount and hits the ship, skidding, on the hull of the Dragon. He rolls to his feet, already running as Quaritch sees the leonopteryx fly overhead and flap away with no rider. He snap-looks aft to see Jake sprinting along the spine of the ship, yanking two grenades from his battle harness, pulling the pins with his teeth. Quaritch shoots his hand out and slams the pilot's cyclic stick hard over. The Dragon lurches sideways, rolling sharply with a roar of protesting rotors, flinging Jake off his feet. The grenades miss the turbine intakes. One bounces off the ship. The other lodges against a cowling and Jake slides off the ship, grabbing hold of a missle as K-BLAM! The grenade blows a two-meter hole in the hull, filling the ship with Pandoran air. 

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