I'll be nice... (Colonel Quaritch X M! OC)

Do you copy?

Time didn't work the same in his cell, which was illuminated by those bright lights all around the clock. Mil'hō had no way of knowing where the sun stood and therefore the Colonels orders did not mean a lot to the young Metkayina. He carefully let his fingertips caress his own spine as well as he could, since his shoulder still gave him a hard time. Quaritch had left him alone right after offering him to join them in their next flight to one of the villages Mil'hō assumed to be further south than Awa'atlu. Just the thought of breathing in some fresh air made him shake with excitement. It had barely been an entire day that he had been captured. However he had never even spend an hour without being able to see the sky. He missed the water as well. His face twitched slightly when the sharp pain sliced through his lower back. He had touched the root of his tail. This definitely wasn't good. He felt unstable without the help of the strong, muscular limb. How was he supposed to swim like this? He tried not to let the panic run over him, but still ended up sitting on the cold metal table just staring at the wall, until his door opened with the quiet hiss that announced one of the sky-people. He couldn't hear any coats shifting; a noise which he had assigned the scientists with. Had Quaritch returned? He carefully glanced over his shoulder, to look in the direction of the doorway in which another Na'vi was stood and rolled his shoulders back slightly annoyed. "Thought he was supposed to be ready for eight hundred", Mil'hō recognized the pattern in the foreign language that probably had something to do with numbers. The tall Na'vi with rather big eyes and a strange second pair of black eyes on the top of his head didn't appear to be trying to communicate with him. The tone of his voice suggested that he was complaining about the young Na'vi. "Are we leaving?", the Metkayina replied in his own language. It would take him a lot longer than a few hours to adapt and attempt to speak their strange language. He was really struggling with the thought of how he was supposed to imitate some of the sounds that simply were a part of their language. The tall Avatar nodded with a serious expression. "Me. Lyle Wainfleet... uh-... Soldier", he stammered in Na'vi, gently petting the weapon hanging around his chest. It looked similar to the one Quaritch had strapped to his waist. Mil'hō already didn't really like him. He clenched his jaw and raised himself from the table. When gravity sort of did it's thing and pulled his tail downward, he could barely suppress the quiet howl building up in the back of his throat. Usually injuries hurt worst when they were fresh and just healed off or at least stopped aching as badly after a while. His tail hadn't even bled when he had fallen onto it. But the pain still seemed to get worse every minute. "I don't want to get tied up!", he stated matter-of-factly whilst slowly creeping toward the doorway which was entirely taken up by the huge Na'vi. This man seemed nearly as broad as Quaritch. His body, however, had something bulky about it, where the Colonel looked trained and agile, with muscles in all the right places to be as deadly as possible. Mil'hō hadn't doubted for a second that the tattooed soldier would be nearly as flexible and probably as fast as some of the forest-Na'vi. Keeping up with the Metkayina in the water was more or less impossible for him. He just didn't have the right physique, since the avatars were based on forest Na'vi. If his tail wouldn't just hang down loosely right now, Mil'hō could have caused quite the damage with it. The tails of the oceanic clans were particularly muscular, since they used them to improve their movement under the water surface. Evolution simply had done what it did best and made them more durable and stronger. Mil'hō carefully made his way towards the door and stopped right in front of Wainfleet who looked him up and down for a moment, probably debating whether or not he should put the red cuffs on him that dangled on his belt. Since he didn't perceive Mil'hō as a potential threat he simply shrugged it off and gestured for the hallway. They marched a couple of minutes in silence, until they reached a door behind which the rodent-like looking interpreter was waiting for them, already fully prepared to leave and breathing through one of their masks. The young Metkayina slowly began to feel a little dizzy. He assumed that he was able to breathe their kind of air for a few hours before his body began rejecting it, since he had noticed the transparent mouth pieces the Avatars wore around their necks. At least he could leave this laboratory soon enough for it to not cause any harm to his lungs. He bared his teeth at the interpreter anyway. "You speak my language and pretend to study us, only to get me into that machine?", he hissed at him darkly in Na'vi, hoping the soldier understood it just as badly as he attempted to speak. Lyle didn't look too bothered. His instructions were clear and simple and they did not involve keeping the Na'vi from talking to the only human on the ship that was able to understand what the hell he was babbling. He didn't know how the Colonel had been able to learn that much of the language just by listening and repeating. To him these noises meant nearly nothing. "I wasn't told they would try to force it out of you. They said-..", the middle-aged man pulled himself together before spilling all the information he had to his potential enemy. The boys tail really did not look too well. Obviously he secretly hoped the Tsahìk would be able to use her connection to Eywa to fix it... and he wanted to watch. That would bring his investigation of the Na'vi species forward by a huge step. He didnt address this whilst talking to the Metkayina for obvious reasons. "Quaritch said that they prepared a vest for you. Since you will be flying in a helicopter for the first time, I would advice you to wear it. He might be a bit rough from time to time but he knows what he is doing", the man informed him just a few seconds before a door in front of them slid out of their way, allowing them to leave the building and step out onto a broad, grey platform. Mil'hō's expression brightened and his entire body relaxed. It had felt like he had been disconnected from Eywa all day somehow and now that he was able to see the blue sky above his head, his certainty that he would make it back home, returned to him bit by bit. A deafening noise set in just before them on the deck. One of their machines let out a yowl before the wings on its top began spinning, until Mil'hō could barely even see them anymore. A hand gripped hold of his neck and began dragging him towards that metallic demon, his entire body fought against moving towards. He slowly began recognizing the strength the Colonel's grip had when he was focused on moving him anywhere. His hands did begin to feel familiar. He registered his voice very close to his left ear, though the hand in his neck prevented him from seeing how close the tall Na'vi had actually moved his face. "There is exactly one free spot on the bench. Put on the vest and make yourself invisible", the rough voice sent shivers down his spine, though he couldn't really focus on that since they arrived at the thing the interpreter had called "Helicoper". This was important information Mil'hō would have to be able to recall in case Jake Sully knew anything about these kinds of machines. He had been one of the sky-people once after all. Mil'hō's face twisted a little at this thought. There was nothing people like Quaritch had in common with Jake. He was very sure of that. He grabbed hold of the edge of the helicoper and pulled himself up into the cabin slowly, feeling the Colonel's hands on his hips as he was helping him up. Even though he neither trusted the rat-man nor Quaritch, he still threw over the black vest, which one of the soldiers around him helped him zip up close. He felt weirdly trapped wearing something as tight as this thing over his entire upper body. He wasn't sure how this would help him survive a ride in this machine, but the interpreter had said it might and that gave him a little sense of security. Before he could have dodged the tall Na'vi's hands, Quaritch already held onto his newly acquired piece of clothing and pulled him close so he would be able to understand him. He looked a lot more in his element out here than he did inside of the laboratory. The look of his yellow glowing eyes felt just as piercing, though. "There is a chip sewn into your vest. Try to run away out there and I'll have you back in two minutes and you will receive a good old ass-beating. Do you copy?", he growled darkly, intimidating Mil'hō quite effectively. The boy forced up his defensive emotional walls and pulled a face at the Colonel instead of answering him. Quaritch pulled him in even a little further and let his huge hand slide to the back of his head in a silent threat that he would go for his tswin if need be. "Do you understand?" He did sound a lot more impatient now, forcing Mil'hō to back down at least a little. "Yes, Sir. I understand", he still tried to look annoyed rather than scared. If his father had taught him anything it was he couldn't show fright. Especially not when the Colonel was still right in his face and only slowly let go of his head. Mil'hō didn't know why it seemed to be so hard for Quaritch to just take his hands away and moved backwards a bit to escape his other hand as well, which was still holding on to his vest. Miles swallowed down a quiet growl and removed his hand from the Metkayina, before letting himself hang out of the helicopters door. The tall man held himself by a handle inside, so he was able to bow forward without falling. He hit his fist against the outside surface of the helicopter two times and showed someone in the cockpit, whom Mil'hō couldn't see, a thumbs up. It didn't even take two heartbeats before the helicopter raised from the ground and barely a minute later the trees underneath them looked small enough to fit into the young Na'vi's palm. Mil'hō couldn't bring himself to say anything over the entire course of the flight. He didn't even open his mouth to be precise. His body was tense and all his muscles flexed like that would prevent him from falling out of the open door, right to his very certain death. This certainly was not his element and he would very much prefer to be back on the ground. Quaritch showed his teeth in a broad grin, when he noticed the boys discomfort. "Calm down, Boy. We'll arrive before you know it. Look outside and try not to throw up into my copter", his voice sounded pleased and sarcastic at the same time and Mil'hō nearly snapped at him, when he felt his hand on his shoulder, patting him. Quaritch couldn't suppress his grin during the entire rest of the flight, whilst Mil'hō's thoughts drifted off entirely, imagining what pushing the Colonel out of the opening would feel like.