Avatar: A lost survivor on Pandora

, the Lost Child said after the prosthetic was snugly fitted onto Mìruk's right hand, straps made for it to fit and adapt to the limb if need be.

, the teen didn't truly understand what was asked, his heart thumping too loudly in his ears for this and by inadvertent he moved various muscles group within his forearm, wrist, two good digits, and palm.

All gave various data to a myriad of sensors within the prosthetic, they almost instantly traveled toward the microcomputer and it translated every piece of information into action as the various micromotors wired to life in silence. 

The wood thumb flexed completely, followed by the wood index finger doing the same before the two extended again, Mìruk froze at that, his father having approached had a very similar reaction, Tutee's eyes widened at the sight, mind racing to what Liam did this last time and the mention of a 'prosthetic' and the Tsahìk of the Olangi smiled slightly at the sight.

The teen might be an idiot but that equates to him needing to suffer more than necessary and whatever unknown artifact the Lost Child had made seemed to be able to replace a hand in more than a simple appearance. 

'This is his blessing… the Lost Child's blessing.', she thought, approaching closer, putting a hand over her great-granddaughter's shoulder as she did so. Old age didn't come with many positives and she was getting weaker day by day.

This being held many surprises, and as he said becoming an enemy of his promised many great harm, that she held no doubt. 

She dearly hoped many would show it this way and didn't antagonize him due to past experiences with the Sky People, but she wasn't naive, she mostly hoped he showed himself to be merciful. 

She was sure even if he currently was weaponless, and wide open to any attack he must have plans in place if either of the foreign tsakarems acted rashly. Or even of her people, as unpleasant and shameful bringing the thought was. 

She held little doubt the hunter she exiled, a reckless psychotic boy that she held little respect for, came back for some sort of revenge and died by the Lost Child's hands but it was just as possible he got killed from many other sources. The All-Mother was not as merciful as one might think.

Mìruk gasped as one of the artificial digits moved again, flexed and unflexed, an ecstatic smile appeared on his face, eyes almost watering in joy at the sight, he tried to move each of the two digits again failing but the earlier vague explanation of Liam now made sense…

Using what was left of his right hand, flexing the two remaining fingers with various groups of muscles the two artificial fingers moved in accordance. 

'The microcomputer and motors seem to be well calibrated together… It will mostly need training on his part to learn how it properly works. But he seems to do good.', Liam thought, pleased with his craft, his implant glowing slightly brighter as packets of data from the prosthetic were delivered to him.

, the Lost Child interrupted himself, his silver eyes focused on Mìruk, the male teen's entire body was trembling, his head down and left hand grasping his right wrist.

< Thank you, thank you… I thought I would have… Thank you. I-I thank you.>, the teen mumbled, a voice that would have been inaudible to a normal human and it was also shaky filled with disbelief and joy, his entire being transfixed on the wood hand as he slowly moved the two artificial digits, disbelief and a plethora of other emotions in his eyes.

, Liam said with a warm smile, he put his left hand into the pouch at his side 

He mimicked the action of picking something he took out a small round purple fruit and throw it at Mìruk whose eyes widened and he reacted on instinct grabbing the fruit within both living and nonliving fingers, and as Liam said a pressure could be felt when the end, almost rugged, part of the digits touched the fruit while there was no sense from them whatsoever. 

Mìruk took a bite and smiled in excitement, blood rushing in his body as he ate the fruit without much ceremony and moved the artificial finger, closing and opening his fist. Each time he did disbelief could be seen, he felt like he was in a dream.

, Liam added, smile growing slightly, his eyes then briefly shifted towards the two foreign tsakamens.

They stayed apart, seeing they were alienated wouldn't be the biggest of hyperbole but they stayed vigilantes keeping their eyes and ears on him and his actions with the Olangi clan's young ones. 

Their expressions were hard to read but conflict could be seen in their eyes. This act he did was quite impactful to them, neither were nihilistic or experienced enough to believe it was planned, or at least planned to somehow manipulate their feelings and better their impression of him.

Not this way anyway, even if it would be quite flagrant to humans. Though if these two were here or not Liam would have built the prosthetic. He just wouldn't miss the chance to show what he was capable of and that he had more than mere words. 

In all cases it was a heartwarming scene, to see such a young teen be almost brought to tears by a gift that gave him back lost bodily function due to a traumatic event. 

Neytiri, in particular, did pity his situation, he reminded her of many teens who act this way, some less lucky than him. Death of children was extremely common.

Hakuto on his part saw the teen as reckless and deserving of such punishment through the damage of the wounds but all the same not deserving of death. Stupidity was not to be praised, and appropriate action needed to be set.

'At least they do seem to be able to think things through. Rational individuals even if of different ideologies are always welcomed… And being on roughly good terms with them is but beneficial.', the man internally remarked, he needed the RDA to be driven off Pandora, mostly the military part of it and for that, the help of the native was required.

Ultimately something temporary but it will give time.

He couldn't do this alone nor did he want to even be part of what would be a war in the first place. Killing and causing death was extremely selfish but better than getting killed or experimented upon, the life of the innocents mattered to his consciousness but his own life and well-being mattered excessively more than simply feeling good about himself. 

Cowardly, cold, monstrous even but rational, being emotional and overly emphatic will not be of help much here.

Not that any actions he could take to stop the RDA will happen without the need for extreme violence and/or putting himself in great danger. Warning the Na'vi was pointless for now, not that they will truly believe him.

, Tutee declared in excitement, forgetting to stay composed. She ran, jumped, and then hugged Mìruk from the back causing him to yell incoherently as he fell toward Liam who with an amused smirk simply dodged them by stepping aside.

'Huh… I did expect a positive reaction from them but I might have underestimated it.', Liam thought, for him it was a bit less than three dozen hours of work, not taking into consideration the wood treatment that took time too but not his direct intervention was required for most of it.

Doing a prosthetic with only a few measurements and not a great understanding of Na'vi anatomy and biology, and no prior experience in that domain was, to put it mildly beyond exceptional. 

And he could have done it faster, he took his time since he wanted something relatively robust, robust enough to work for at least a few months as the hand of a reckless teenager while being reliable and as well not completely horrendous looking. Form and function working in tandem were always what should be thrived for when attainable. 

It could be better, way better but there was no real need to use more time and resources. It was a simple gift.

Just as Tutee said he gave him a 'new' hand, it would be very impactful towards the teen who might have dramatically thought his life was over and hid it, but this in any case was a new chance, though it was still not a real hand, a lesser version of it. 

Also why he didn't make it more lifelike, it isn't a real hand, there is no reason to pretend that it is, it wouldn't help the teen's mental health. Mìruk, as cold and difficult as it sounded, needed to get over it. 

His right thumb and index finger were gone for good unless the use of cloning technology or similar regenerative solution were clearly out presently and even then he doubted the teen would accept.

, Askwye, the chief of the Olangi approached, staying at a safe distance from the great austrapede and said voice filled with joy and honest gratitude yet still stern and composed, his feature softened stand mirthful amusement could seem as he gazed upon the Mìruk and Tutee.