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Pandora's Templar

A Work-In-Progress Story by Coranth Dehanae

Chapter 22

(Continued from Chapter 21...)

'Humph! Time to stop pissing around and get out there,' I thought. Then - still concealed from sight - ever so carefully, I weaved my way through the writhing bodies of 'They Who Could Not See' and made my way over to the corral, whereupon I lightly leapt inside it, and then swiftly began attaching the Timed Warp Beacons to the taparrabos of our captured females. So injured and ill were they, that most did not react when I attached the Beacons; even Lompor's wife, Maena - whom was usually quite talkative when at her best - spoke not a word. 'I hate to be so callous, but that's probably a good thing' I thought, 'we don't want them knowing we're here; not until it's all over... for them.'

I worked as quickly as I could - attaching six Warp Beacons to six taparrabos of six of our females in record time - but when I moved to attach the final Warp Beacon that would free my beloved Na'vi friend Txe'lan from the depths of this accursed place, well, that's when things took a turn for the eerie... Although I was concealed - although no one could see or hear me - as I approached her, Txe'lan painfully lifted herself from the cradle of filth in which she lay and turned her head to stare straight at me, blinking bloodshot, blackened eyes inset within a bruised and battered face, as she rasped through dry, cracked lips, "I... I knew you would come, Txa'vit. I knew you would come; I knew you would save us. Oel ngati kameie. Nga yawne lu oer, ma yawne."

Her voice - barely audible above the din of the horrors happening around her - was so quiet, in fact, that for a moment I wondered if what she'd said had been a figment of my imagination. Had she just spoken, or was I just hearing things? Then, a moment later, the content of what she'd said registered in my brain. 'What the f--? Where did that come from?' I wondered, staring at her for a moment, dumbfounded. 'She didn't just say what I think she did, did she?' In all the time I'd known her, Txe'lan had never spoken of any romantic feelings towards me except, perhaps, for the time she'd slept with me in my bed, when I'd suffered the nightmarish visions of 'They Who Could Not See'; she'd told me that her parents would be "honored" if I accepted her as my mate.

'That can't be right, can it?' I questioned, pulling my thoughts back to the subject at hand. 'I'm not even of her species and we're just... friends... aren't we?' I hoped so, for I had no intention whatsoever of walking the path of a certain race traitor of humanity from a certain fictional film... 'Bah, I hate that movie--and I haven't even seen it!' I thought, angrily. 'Fuck that shit!' A shudder coursing through my body, I shook my head as I pulled my thoughts from dangerous waters. 'Damn... it's got to be fever or some other sickness that's affecting her mind!' I concluded. 'Why else would she just... come out and say that, here of all places? Unless... she really does love me. Nah...'

Shaking my head, I carefully attached the Warp Beacon to the taparrabo of my Na'vi friend, setting its coordinates and timer to match those of the other Beacons. 'I hope these things work. If their timing mechanisms are accurate, Adun willing, they should all activate at once; every female - including Maena and Txe'lan will be moved safely to the Autodoc. After that... we bring the pain!' with my work completed, I carefully weaved my way through the disgusting orgy of They Who Could Not See' and made my way back towards the Tsampongu, still hidden in the shadows. Upon my return to them, Lompor faced me, the snarling visage of his helm eerie in the light. "Are things well, ma Olo'eyktan? Is it done?" he asked, softly.

Without any hesitation, I nodded, before replying, "It is ma Tsmukan, and things are well indeed; our females will soon be taken from here, back to Txra'kon We'er." At this, a great weight appeared to lift from the entire Tsampongu, many of the Na'vi - though they kept alert - relaxed, their stances loosening somewhat. All that changed, however, when I raised a hand with five fingers uncurled; the Na'vi resumed their stances and beneath his helm Lompor grinned ferally - this was it. I began to count backwards, lowering my fingers with each number counted. Five. Four. Three. Two. One... Zero. The first sign that things had just gone pear-shaped for 'They Who Could Not See'... was when the females they had captured from Clan Tawkami - during their retreat from the earlier battle - disappeared, all at once, in a burst of blinding, cerulean light.

The second sign that things had just gone pear-shaped for 'They Who Could Not See'... was when they heard the powerful ìley sounded by our Tsampongu as they parted to let the Reavers fire. The final sign that things had just gone pear-shaped... well, that was when the Scarab Drones exploded in their midst! Before the multitude of horrors could even think to act, over half of them were utterly decimated by the thunderous, fiery blast of the exploding drones. When they had attacked us first - earlier, upon the surface of Pandora - we hadn't been prepared at all... but now we were. As they raced toward us to flay us alive with claws and teeth, the Reavers with their manufactured Scarabs made them pay, brutally, for every step they took.

When they got within ranged attack distance, Master Oo'ano and the United Hunters rained death and destruction upon them with multiple devastating Photon Cannon blasts, or - in the case of the traditionalists - modern 'Tek Arrows' equipped with explosive heads, shot from beautifully decorated ceremonial bows. If the horrors survived that, however, and managed to close to melee distance, things became even worse for them; beneath the covering fire of the Hunters, Master Warrior Lompor - roaring like the mighty Palulukan after which his armor was modeled - tore them asunder, hewing their limbs with his Psionic Blades, or even breaking their spines with monstrous, armor-enhanced strength!

Inspired by his actions, the Warriors he led - though they could not hope to do the same - fought with fervor unmatched by any Na'vi before them; with his might and that of both Eywa and Txra'kon We'er with them, they would purge this Enemy forever from their world! Whilst this was happening, dear readers, I did not stand idle; on the contrary, my armor and Templar Robe soon became stained crimson with the blood of 'They Who Could Not See' as I set about decimating them with Psionic Blasts and 'Micro-Storms' - blasts of manifested Psionic Lightning from my hands. Even Tsa'hik San'eya got her chance to do battle; at my side - protecting me as I waded into the thick of the maelstrom - she danced with elven-like grace, wielding her Sýs'scál'tár with deathly efficiency as she hewed and hacked the limbs from her foes!

And whilst all of this was happening, dear readers, the mighty Protoss Reavers kept up their tireless, unending assault - 'THOOM, THOOM, THOOM' - the sound of their tiny but oh-so-powerful Scarab Drones a constant accompaniment amid the raucous din, as the War Machines continued to manufacture them and launch them at the Foe! Alas, however, even with the Na'vi equipped with the best weapons I could give them - and even with the might of the Dragon Weyr's powerful Reavers to aid us - it still wasn't enough! "Fall back!" I commanded as 'They Who Could Not See' began tossing biological grenades at us; the heads of their own fallen, filled with a mixture of toxic vomit, corrosive acid, and other lethal substances too horrific to identify.

Dear readers, I know it seems laughable, that we could be stopped by weapons so simple and primitive, but the vile substances these grenades were filled with could deplete our shields in moments! "Fall back now!" I repeated. "Aynga Tsampongu, to the Tunneling Machine! Go, go!" "But what of the Enemy?" Shouted Tsu'ket. "We must not run; we can defeat them!" Upon hearing this, Lompor - after tearing one of their heads from its shoulders - thumped the brash fool for his idiocy! "Our Olo'eyktan sees much clearer than you, skxawng!" he roared in Tsu'ket's face. "Txa'vit knows that 'They Who Cannot See' will overwhelm us with their sheer numbers and vrrtep weapons if we do not do as he says! He says we must retreat, and so we shall but we will make them pay for it!" Thus, we fell back.

You must understand, dear readers, that we did not turn and retreat; no, we actually moved backwards up the tunnel such that we could still protect the Reavers even as we moved back to the TBM; we made those vrrtep bastards pay with blood for every bit of ground they took from us! When we arrived back at the TBM, fortunately - due to our psychic bond - the Dragon Weyr was aware of the situation, and thus, the machine was powered up and ready to go. As fast as they were able, the mighty Reavers retreated into their docking bays whilst the Na'vi of the United Tsampongu stormed up the TBM's multiple docking ramps. When the last man was inside, however, - and 'They Who Could Not See' attempted to follow him - the ramps became lethal traps and hindrances to the foe!

Feet were burned when the ramps were superheated; bodies were impaled when spikes sprouted suddenly from them; and many of the foe were crushed to pulp or sliced to pieces when said ramps finally closed! Even worse, when 'They Who Could Not See' attempted to surround and overwhelm the great machine with superior numbers, the shield surrounding the machine - which was far stronger than our own personal shields - repelled them... or, they were gored upon the blades of the machine's cutting head, when it spun into motion as we prepared to return to the surface! "Breach the Seal, my friend!" I shouted, as I joined Lompor and San'eya in the Command Center once more. "Unleash upon them the hell of their own making that is Aywiya Vitra Txampay!"