Zada was raised as a weapon of mass destruction, manipulated by the people who killed her family when she was only 3, said people wanted her to help them kill more of her race, to completely wash them out of the world, and she was going to do that.
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I woke up to my dad shaking me awake. He held a fake smile as I opened my eyes.
"Zada, its time." I sat up quickly hovering over him slightly. For being a woman, I was taller than an average man of my race.
I stood up at a feet of 10'7 as I walked over towards my closet which was specifically built for me while my father left the oversized room so I could change.
The clothes in there were very much human but there were a few things that I insisted.
What I normally liked to wear, my father completely disagreed with, I liked my everything to flow as I sat high up in a tree...but instead I had to wear a full armor plate as soon as a man in their prime looked my way.
But today, he said I could wear whatever, which I was going to take full advantage of.
I grabbed a hidden box behind my clothes. Inside it had a pair of knee high combat boots, and a revealing jumper. When it was on I walked to my mirror and admire myself.
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A knock came from my door causing my ears and nose to twitch.
"ARE YOU DONE?" I walked over to the door to reveal my father standing impatiently behind it.
He grew irritated when he seen what I was wearing.
"Zada, when I said you could wear whatever, I ment wear something protective— WE'RE GOING TO A WAR! THE LAST THING WE BOTH WANT, IS FOR AN ARROW TO PIERCE YOU!" I covered my ears as he screamed, his face turning red with anger.
"Y'know what- I said you could wear whatever you wanted, so what did I expect." I laughed as he walked away from me in his own little tantrum.
I followed him towards front deck as our ships began to fly towards the jungle forest. Normally, bsing more than 5 feet taller than him would have me far ahead, but we walked the sam pace out of our own personal built base
We'd been planning this course of action for years while our escape goats did the actual inside work.
Oh this was going to be great!
Me and father stood up front next to Parker who sat in the camanders seat steering the wheel.
"You brung the alien with you?" He looked at my father with amusement
"Show some respect, punk, she has more authority than you'll ever have." His fist clenched and uncleched as he grit his teeth together. He didn't really get violent in front of me but that didn't mean he wouldn't.
"Sorry, sir." He bowed his head slightly before shutting up completely.
"How far away are we, Park man?" I leant in beside him to look at our surroundings.
"Well, considering we didn't leave home base too long ago, I'd think we weren't close at all." I heard the straight viol in his voice as he stared straight ahead only to earn a hard glare from my dear dad.
"One more word, and im smashing your head against the glass." I stared between the two as I tried not to laugh. I covered my smile with my jet black hair as the tension settled in heavy.
"We should be there in about 30 or so minutes." I nodded my head with a grin on my face. Even if Parker was rude to me, and kind of racist towards me, didn't mean I wasn't going to treat him any different because I knew they were juat words and ifhe ever did actually put his hands on me—
It. would. be taken care of.
I wanted to sit down somewhere but I was genuinely too big to sit in one of them. I looked around for something else to sit on when I caught sight of I giant table.
Oh thats where father would plan attacks..now its where I'll be sitting.
I hopped on top of it earning a few stares before a scientist woman walked towards me.
"You shouldn't be sitting on that." Not going to lie, her voice was kinda hot-
"You in my business? Don't do that." I waved her off earning a gasp as she walked over to my father hoping to earn me discipline only to get sassed at by him too.
She stomped away back to her office, embarrassing for her.
As I got bored my mind wandered to all the times my father would braid my hair, and train me on his own time. Gradually teaching me to fit in with other Na'vi, to act, and deceive. I even knew their language by heart.
The ship came to a full stop causing me to loose balance and almost fall off the table. We'd been hit.
I ran up to the front just in time to meet eyes with a ban with black paint all over his face, feathers adorned his hair, guns in his hands, and a smirk on his face that made me feel things deep, deep down there.
People were flying all around us, attacking our ships and out numbering us by a hundred maybe less?
"ZADA, GO, NOW!" I quickly ran to our loading room and grabbed my machine gun. The opening of the ship opened quickly causing goose bumps to rise onto my open skin.
"Fuck, its cold!" I started walking away from the opening, that was when fire surrounding me and the ship to tip completely removing my feet from the ground.
I fell out with a scream, my hair covering my bision as I fell, Ikran and other Na'vi lpayed me no attention, thought I was a "dreamwalker."
"Glide towards the ground." I heard a woman voice ring in my head quickly taking over my actions.
As soon as I made it towards the big leafs of the jungle, I held on to them, switching sides each one until I made it to a sturdy enough tree branch.
As I watched my footing, I heard a hiss from in front of me. A woman with short black hair tried to throw herself at me only to get shot twice in the head halfway. Her body fell limp off of the tree with A thud.
"Leave their bodies where they lay, never pray, and NEVER EVER show sympathy!" My fathers voice rang in my head as I ran from tree to tree.
From there on out, any man or woman that came hurtling over towards me, got shot twice before I moved on to the next.
My father was going to be happy, sure, A few lives were being lost but for the greater cost. The humans could live normal lives without these people hurting them.
