Dancing In Pandora | Miles Quaritch x OC

Chapter 8

Viktor had sprinted so fast, he felt as if he was one with the wind. He had accustomed himself to using his body to navigate and run, bringing the 4 winded marines to safety. Please, Eywa, save us, save my sister, save Quaritch, save me, give me strength and allow me to deliver these marines to the base, safe and alive. Please, please help us! All he could do was run while tears streamed down his face, hoping his prayers could be heard. The 4 marines couldn't move about, they most definitely had bruises in their sides from all the jostling from the running, and they couldn't help but feel helpless and hopeless knowing their Colonel was out there with the beast. But they knew they would've been nothing but burden. Even now, they were burden upon this kid's shoulders. They had listened to him mutter prayers for all of them, to some Eywa. They saw his tears as it streamed down his face, quickly drying in the wind, but would be then be replaced soon after with another wave of tears. And so they kept quite, allowing the kid to save them. Viktor didn't stop running, not even when the base finally came in sight. No, he kept running until he was finally right in front of it. And by the time the humans inactivated the turrets and rushed out to assist him, he finally collapsed and blacked out. Sister-

The marines were led to the med bay along side Viktor's Avatar, but Viktor woke up from his link, he ran outside the lab and ran to the main control room. As soon as he barged in, he located Selfridge discussing with a few people about something. But he didn't care about anything else right now.

"Get someone out there!" Viktor screamed, snatching everyone's attention.

Selfridge was confused, "Mr. O'Connell, what's going?"

"My sister is out there! A Thanator chased after her! Colonel Quaritch is chasing after them as we speak, so get a team out there NOW!"

"But we can't just send a team out, there are protocols-" Selfridge attempted.

Viktor stalked towards the man, despite him being smaller than his sister, he was still taller than Selfridge. And so he towered over the corporate slave and glared into his being with hell promised in his eyes.

"Protocols will be the least of your worries if there is a single scratch on my sister. Roman may or may not be dead, but the O'Connells will still make sure your existence, never existed."

And so without further ado, Selfridge had teams send out a search party. Chaos ensued that night, everyone was doing their best to locate Ms. O'Connell and Colonel Quaritch, knowing that if they didn't find her, and she was dead, they would be too. While all the teams were sent out to locate Ms. O'Connell, the Na'vi hid in confusion, wondering why humans started searching for something during Eclipse. They hid, as Eywa hid everyone.

Viktor was at the Avatar link pods, staring and praying desperately at his sister's pod. Her still being in the pod, with her calming heart beat, he felt better knowing she was still alive. And prayed she found a safe place to hide. He would make sure the world burned if his sister died. And he wouldn't be alone, no matter how much he hated the O'Connells, he knew they treasured Viktoria. And so if word got out she died a few days in Pandora, they would raise hell in Earth, and then Pandora. If Roman was alive, he would destroy Earth in advance. But if he was dead, Richard, Marielle, and Mikael would do the job in his stead. One thing he learned about the O'Connells were that they were ridiculously over protective of their loved ones. Viktoria had been their older sister for years despite their rocky relationship at the start and despite their tense intolerance when Roman was dying and he had created a will in advance with most if not all of the inheritance going to Viktoria. Well mostly it was Mikael, Marielle loved her the most, Richard a close second. Viktor loved them sometimes, but he would only ever have Viktoria in his heart. Sister, be safe, be alive, be unharmed, because if not, I won't be the only one committing galactic homicide.