Post by Toruk Makto on Sept 12, 2010 3:30:31 GMT -5
The figure steps from the darkened corner of the avatar sized link pod and takes a seat at a giant-sized chair in front of a camera which is far too small for a Na'vi, or in this case, avatar hand. The camera is adjusted with a jerk. The dirty face comes into auto-focus and the figure relaxes with a sigh and flops against the back of the frame chair.
"Another long night," he says, looking to the right and out the window. Had the camera been pointing that way, a dawn blue would have shown.
"With the clan just about settled in our new Hometree, I have decided to take the advice of Mo'at, and have a special secluded site made just for Neytiri and myself. Mo'at tells me she and Eytukan had a similar place.
"She also tells me that every olo'eyktan as far back as they can remember, since before the first songs, has had a special place with his or her mate." He brushes the top of his hand across his left cheek to wipe the sweat still beading from this night's hard work.
"Work has been going on every fourth night. Every other one is half the night, the next is all night long. Like tonight. And it was hot up there tonight. Even the ikran were restless." This time instead of using his hand, Jake grabbed an old shirt, discarded after one of his avatars had obtained Omatikaya status, and wiped his forehead with it.
"Here in the next few nights we will have a great celebration at Kelutral in recognition of our new home, and to remember the fallen warriors from the War."
He almost spat the word 'War' and then paused for a brief moment to drink some water from a two liter bottle. "We lost many fine warriors. Too many to count. Too many mates torn from their loved ones, so much sorrow. As their leader, I have no idea how to help them in this great loss. Neytiri and Mo'at have been holding rituals at Vitrayal Ramunong to help the survivors commune with their loved ones through Eywa."
He frowns towards the camera. "Our clan is shattered. Not only ours, but the clans that aided us too. By my own estimates our clan has lost about sixty percent of its warriors, hunters and gatherers. The neighboring clans, though not as large as the Omatikaya, lost a similar percentage. There are so many children with no parents, or only one. This tragedy will take lifetimes to heal.
"All of the other clans bordering us, the clans that helped fight the humans, will be here for the celebration as well and for a high ceremony at the Tree of Souls. A lot of preparation has been going into it. Planned hunting parties to the new grounds where the sturmbeest roam, and the groves of fruit trees. The other clans will also bring food and supplies. It'll be like an old Earth pot-luck." He smiled this time.
"After the ceremony at the Tree of Souls, I plan on taking Neytiri to our new private place. It is high in Iknimaya and on the far side of the ikran mountain, Mons Veritatis; that thing is huge."
He took in a deep breath, "No, ours is much smaller, not too small however, with a pair of water pools, one over the other with a waterfall dropping from the top to the bottom pool. Beside that is a nice sized cavern.Tonight we worked on the firepit. We, being my Na'vi engineers. A lot of customary singing. I've been learning a lot on this construction job."
"Also, I've been learning the tradition and importance of making a proper hammock - in this case for Neytiri and myself. It is a long, long process and has been the main focus of my time away from the clan while up there. I can't wait to see her face." There is a misty-eyed faraway look in his eyes for a moment as a slow smile appears.
Suddenly he looked over his shoulder as if expecting someone, ears flicking a little every second or so. "Well, better wrap this up. She's been getting upset at my frequent and patterned time away these many nights without any explanations. Mo'at refuses to tell her anything, and Neytiri knows that her mother knows something. It's been humorous to hear about."
He leans forward and flips the switch, and the screen goes blank.
LOG ENTRY: 0006
LOCATION: SELFRIDGE OFFICE
RESEARCHER: JAKESULLY____ID# 256 OZU 004___LST: 06:21:08:22
P.I.: AUGUSTINE, G__________I D# 013 SGQ 023___DATE: 10/04/2154
"Another long night," he says, looking to the right and out the window. Had the camera been pointing that way, a dawn blue would have shown.
"With the clan just about settled in our new Hometree, I have decided to take the advice of Mo'at, and have a special secluded site made just for Neytiri and myself. Mo'at tells me she and Eytukan had a similar place.
"She also tells me that every olo'eyktan as far back as they can remember, since before the first songs, has had a special place with his or her mate." He brushes the top of his hand across his left cheek to wipe the sweat still beading from this night's hard work.
"Work has been going on every fourth night. Every other one is half the night, the next is all night long. Like tonight. And it was hot up there tonight. Even the ikran were restless." This time instead of using his hand, Jake grabbed an old shirt, discarded after one of his avatars had obtained Omatikaya status, and wiped his forehead with it.
"Here in the next few nights we will have a great celebration at Kelutral in recognition of our new home, and to remember the fallen warriors from the War."
He almost spat the word 'War' and then paused for a brief moment to drink some water from a two liter bottle. "We lost many fine warriors. Too many to count. Too many mates torn from their loved ones, so much sorrow. As their leader, I have no idea how to help them in this great loss. Neytiri and Mo'at have been holding rituals at Vitrayal Ramunong to help the survivors commune with their loved ones through Eywa."
He frowns towards the camera. "Our clan is shattered. Not only ours, but the clans that aided us too. By my own estimates our clan has lost about sixty percent of its warriors, hunters and gatherers. The neighboring clans, though not as large as the Omatikaya, lost a similar percentage. There are so many children with no parents, or only one. This tragedy will take lifetimes to heal.
"All of the other clans bordering us, the clans that helped fight the humans, will be here for the celebration as well and for a high ceremony at the Tree of Souls. A lot of preparation has been going into it. Planned hunting parties to the new grounds where the sturmbeest roam, and the groves of fruit trees. The other clans will also bring food and supplies. It'll be like an old Earth pot-luck." He smiled this time.
"After the ceremony at the Tree of Souls, I plan on taking Neytiri to our new private place. It is high in Iknimaya and on the far side of the ikran mountain, Mons Veritatis; that thing is huge."
He took in a deep breath, "No, ours is much smaller, not too small however, with a pair of water pools, one over the other with a waterfall dropping from the top to the bottom pool. Beside that is a nice sized cavern.Tonight we worked on the firepit. We, being my Na'vi engineers. A lot of customary singing. I've been learning a lot on this construction job."
"Also, I've been learning the tradition and importance of making a proper hammock - in this case for Neytiri and myself. It is a long, long process and has been the main focus of my time away from the clan while up there. I can't wait to see her face." There is a misty-eyed faraway look in his eyes for a moment as a slow smile appears.
Suddenly he looked over his shoulder as if expecting someone, ears flicking a little every second or so. "Well, better wrap this up. She's been getting upset at my frequent and patterned time away these many nights without any explanations. Mo'at refuses to tell her anything, and Neytiri knows that her mother knows something. It's been humorous to hear about."
He leans forward and flips the switch, and the screen goes blank.
LOG ENTRY: 0006
LOCATION: SELFRIDGE OFFICE
RESEARCHER: JAKESULLY____ID# 256 OZU 004___LST: 06:21:08:22
P.I.: AUGUSTINE, G__________I D# 013 SGQ 023___DATE: 10/04/2154