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Pandora's Templar

A Work-In-Progress Story by Coranth Dehanae

Chapter 41

(Continued from Chapter 40...)

No sooner had I finished speaking with the Dragon Weyr than I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. Turning about to face whomever it was that had done so, I beheld Jake as he stared at me with a concerned look on his face. "Srane, ma Olo'eyktan?" I inquired softly in Na'vi. "Are you okay, David?" the Clan Leader of the Omatikaya asked in English. "You had a glazed look in your eyes; like you zoned out on us for a moment, there..." Nodding to him in acknowledgement, I replied in the same tongue, "I'm okay; I was just talking to the Dragon Weyr." Upon hearing my reply, Jake affixed me with an incredulous gaze - as though he didn't quite believe what I'd said - and then, he blinked before asking, "You can talk to the Dragon Weyr? But... but your Homestead is many miles away from here! How can y--?"

"I have a... a form of Tsaheylu with the Weyr" I answered. "A psionic bond with it. It is integral to the correct operation of the Weyr, such that it can let me know if things go south there. Anyway, the Weyr says that the shuttle we came in on will be back here in two days. When it arrives, Ieesha and I will load the missile onto it and then it'll be taken away, back to the Dragon Weyr for disposal." Upon hearing this, Jake slumped slightly as a relieved sigh escaped him. Then a moment later he turned to address his Clan - whom were still standing about, their weapons drawn but as of yet unloaded - in order to tell them about all we had been speaking of. Suffice to say, by the time Jake finished his explanation of events, the reaction of the Omatikaya to his words was mixed, to say the least.

Some members of his Clan were making noises of discontent - they wanted the terrible Sawtute weapon gone along with the unnatural ketuwong Tawfya'o - whilst others were extremely grateful that the missile would be dealt with so it would do no more harm. Many wondered about the 'lost' man, unlamented beneath old Hometree; whether he could truly find his peace with Eywa after all this time. Others were anxious about travelling through the Tawfya'o to this mysterious, living kelku called Txra'kon We'er, whilst some were curious to see my Homestead and the land that surrounded it, wondering what sort of life their Tawkami brethren led there.

Once Jake was able to calm things down and get all to put away their weapons, an Omatikaya man - Kolyat, son of Twy'll - bravely spoke up. "Our Olo'eyktan tells us that the terrible weapon left behind by your people will soon be dealt with, Txa'vit, but what about our lost brother, this man whom you say is beneath our old Kelutral? What is to become of him?" Rage-fuelled murmurs and shouts of discontent followed his question - the Clan desired answers and by Eywa they would have them - and so I raised a hand for silence. When the Omatikaya calmed I answered, "Tomorrow, when the sun rises, we will return to Old Kelutral and carefully remove him from beneath old Kelutral; then we will do our best to restore him and make him intact.

We will also search old Kelutral for whatever possessions he might have owned in life; these will either be buried with him, passed to his family should they come forth and identify him, or they will be given to the Clan. After that, well, you will be able to bury him properly; he should be able to find peace, at last, with Eywa." The Omatikaya, thank Adun, seemed satisfied with all I had said; thus, as they gradually began to drift away to resume their morning meal I heaved a sigh of relief. Once only Jake, Neytiri, and Mo'at were left, as the two females thanked us both for a job well done - which caused my beloved to lower her head bashfully - Jake clapped his hand upon my armored shoulder and gave Ieesha a respectful nod. "You've done well today, both of you" he said.

Then, his eyes narrowed as he gazed at the missile and asked, "But what are we going to do with this thing for two days? Is... Is it still dangerous?" Almost immediately Ieesha and I both shook our heads as I answered, "Nah; it's in Stasis..." and then explained to him what a Stasis Cell was and how it functioned. By the time I finished my explanation, Jake was more than impressed. "So" he said, "a Stasis Cell actually suspends an object slightly out of phase with local space-time? That... That's really cool!" With a nod of my head, I replied, "You got it, and it is. So long as a Stasis Cell is sealed and activated any object placed in it is suspended until such time as the Cell is opened. When a Cell is opened, the object inside returns to normal space-time."

Gesturing to the missile I continued, "Basically, so long as all of the Cells remain intact and aren't damaged, the missile's perfectly harmless. Still... Tell your people to keep the hell away from it, just in case." If his gaze could have melted steel, dear readers, than that's what would have happened as Jake glared hard at the missile for a moment, before turning away in disgust, and returning his attention to me as he said, "I will. I do have one question, though..." Slowly, Ieesha and I wandered around the Gravitic Sled, carefully making sure all of the Cells were intact and undamaged. "Shoot" I said as we completed the circle. "I heard what you said to Mo'at. Why are you taking the missile back via shuttle? Why can't you just... warp it away back to the Dragon Weyr via the Gateway?" he asked.

Wearily, I leaned against Ieesha's body as she and I turned to each other and shared a long look. Then, I answered, "You want to know why we don't just send the missile through the warp?" When Jake nodded, somewhat impatiently, I continued "Stasis Cells use a partial Warp Vortex to do what they do, okay. Ah, let me put it this way: imagine, if you will, that I warp you somewhere... and Neytiri happens to be standing upon the exact spot where you warp in..." At my words, Jake visibly paled, swallowing thickly to moisten his suddenly dry throat. "Oh shit..." he rasped. At his words, I gave a nod of my head as I replied, "Yeah. Two or more Warp Vortices opening atop each other do not play nice. The result is often... messy."

Swallowing again, Jake nodded shakily and then, a moment later - once he'd composed himself - he said, "Uh, okay... look, get yourselves out of that armor, rustle up those two rascal pets of yours then come join the Clan and I for afternoon meal; you've more than earned it!" With a nod of acknowledgement to him, dear readers, that was what we did. After stopping in at our Field Tent to swiftly doff our respective Encounter Suits - which the Dragon Weyr swiftly shifted away for cleaning - Ieesha and I gently bathed each other in the sun-warmed waters of a rushing river just a stone's throw from new Kelutral. Therein Ieesha once again apologized for her harsh words, but - as we gently washed the sweat and grime from each other's bodies, softly kissing, touching, petting and nuzzling each other all the while - I murmured, "Don't worry about it, love; it's over and done with. Truthfully, I'm just glad the missile's dealt with!"

At that, Ieesha nuzzled me and softly kiss-licked my face, her relief filling my thoughts as she replied, ~So am I, sweet David!~ Then, a weary sigh escaped her before she continued, ~I'll be glad to sleep tonight knowing that we're both safe...~ Wrapping my arms gently about her head in a hug, I kissed the tip of her snout and then - as I continued to hold her large head in my arms - I murmured, "We're not out of the woods yet, love; there's still more work to do at Old Kelutral..." At this, Ieesha nodded, her happiness filling my thoughts. ~I am aware, sweet David~ she replied gently. Then a moment later she gained a sly, cheeky look as she continued, ~Heh... guess it's time to put all those episodes of 'Time Team' we watched on Austar's History Channel to good use...~

Playing along, I jokingly channeled Phil Harding, one of the Archaeologists from the show, "Well oi've spent all me loife on Pandora, and oi've got some real archaeology 'ere for you Oi'eesha: an orthentic Na'vee skeleton from the toime of the Great War!" At this, my beloved couldn't help it; howling with laughter she flicked some water at me with her muzzle! I splashed her back, dear readers... and then, the water fight was on! A short time later, Ieesha and I ascended from the river, our bodies clean, our bath complete. After drying herself, my beloved thoughtfully dried me with her Telekinesis, and then we dressed in our casual wear again before returning to new Kelutral to join the Na'vi for afternoon meal.

When we arrived there, at first, those of the Omatikaya Clan whom had not yet met Ieesha were somewhat shocked and intimidated at the sight of a Toruk-sized Ikran walking about on the ground. With the exception of a species that dwelled in caves beneath the ground, normally, most species of Ikran didn't grow as large as Ieesha, and they didn't follow their Aymakto about on the ground like a tamed Nantang; they usually roosted high in the upper canopy of Kelutral with others of their kin. A moment later, however - after I had sat down with my Clansmen at the Fire Pit - everyone relaxed as Ieesha settled down behind me, rested her head in my lap and then used her psionic powers to subtly alter everyone's perception such that she appeared to just... fade into the background. She became just another Ikran...

When I'd worked at the Chionesu Judicator Assembly, back on Aiur, this technique was something she'd often used to assist me during negotiations with particularly difficult alien species; people would gradually cease noticing her or - sometimes - even forget that she was there at all, and would speak more freely. To them, my beloved would be just another decorative statue or fixture within the Assembly - it was as if she had always been there - but all the while, she would be sifting through their minds, ferreting out their darkest, dirtiest secrets - all the rotting skeletons in their closets - secrets that could then be used against them... Here on Pandora however, her subtle ability to alter the perceptions of others wasn't at all for malevolent purposes.

She merely employed the technique merely to get the Omatikaya to relax around her - and when the afternoon meal resumed, she ceased using it. Shortly thereafter, Lompor passed to me a packed Sumin jilt'luy but - as Na'vi etiquette and tradition dictated - I did not eat from it first. With a smile, I passed the Leaf Plate to Oo'ano so that he could partake of the food laid upon it. When he had taken from it what he wanted, he then passed it back to me so that I could eat. Exaggerated stories and jokes, talk, gossip, and raucous laughter resounded up from the Fire Pit as that Sumin jilt'luy - along with quite a few others - was passed from kin, to kin, to kin, such that each Na'vi man, woman, child, adult, and elder fed his or her neighbor.

With afternoon meal eaten, Ieesha and I began to recover from the stress and tension we'd experienced whilst disarming the Nuclear Missile. Together, we walked about the Omatikaya Kelutral, drinking in its natural beauty, spending time with each other, and helping the Omatikaya with whatever it was that needed doing, from cleaning up after the afternoon meal, to carving and crafting wares and jewelry, to tending the Fire Pit; any odd jobs we could find, we did, and let me tell you all, dear readers, that work was far easier, and much less stressful, than our previous work on the ancient Nuclear Missile! When the day ended, after evening meal Ieesha and I retired to our Field Tent wherein we doffed our casual wear, stripping down to nothing as we prepared to sleep.

However, Ieesha and I did not sleep until later that night. Instead, as Falkor and Miracle slept next to each other in a corner my beloved and I gently touched, caressed, kissed and licked each other as we carefully explored every inch of each other's bodies. Eventually, I kissed, caressed and licked every inch of her swollen vulva until she climaxed in a soundless gasp, her thick, sweet essence rushing from between her thighs to pool upon her hind legs, my body and the tent's fleece-lined floor. Even as I licked her through her orgasm - doing my best to drink down as much of the rich heady and utterly delicious substance as I could - she returned the favor.

Tirelessly and persistently she lapped and suckled at my hardened member and testes with all the gentleness of a newborn hatchling until - with a softened gasp - I, too, achieved climax, splashing my seed upon her ever-licking tongue and deep within her muzzle; to her, a rare delicacy that she drank of greedily. Even after our mutual climax she continued to lick me, hungrily inhaling my scent with her sensitive nose, smelling the full range of pheromones that were lost to my own. Ieesha even tasted them - her sophisticated taste buds picked up my body's chemical signals - and the flavor of raw male arousal acted like a catalyst that only encouraged her further, to keep on licking me until I experienced a second climax that I, of course, reciprocated.

Shortly thereafter, Ieesha gently cleaned us both with her fine-pointed tongue and then, for a time, we just lay together there in the tent, as close as we could be to each other; she with a foreleg and wing draped over my body and I with an arm languidly thrown about her long neck. After a moment - as a soft yawn escaped me - I carefully rolled around beneath her wing to press my back into her chest, spooning gently against her body. Then - with the love we held for each other flowing back and forth between us through our bond - as Ieesha lowered her head to gently lick-groom my hair, she said, ~I love you, sweet David...~ It is a disheartening truth that most - but not all - men fall asleep after sex for a number of reasons, one being that a man's body chemistry changes after orgasm.

A biochemical called Prolactin is released, physically altering his body and making the man very tired. The second reason that a man might fall asleep after sex is that it is thought that exertion during sex and after climax depletes the muscles of energy-producing glycogen. Fortunately, dear readers I experienced none of these problems; my glycogen levels were fine due to fitness and eating healthily, and even as the natural Prolactin was released into my body I slowed its release with but a thought. Thus, as my beloved said those words - feeling relaxed, warm, content but only mildly sleepy - I murmured, "And I love you, Ieesha. You know I do; you're my Everything. Well... archaeology tomorrow."