Avatar: A lost survivor on Pandora

It has been a bit more than fourteen hours since Liam woke up from his second meeting with Eywa, a very impactful evenement as when it happened he could feel the deity in a way… in a fundamentally different way, there was a sort of connection, a tie, a bond, that was born between both.

Waking up after what he just experienced with his heart hammering powerfully in his ribcage and his body covered in root in an almost sensual way was bizarre, though not as unpleasant as one might think. At least it was a very 'positive' result. 

One of if not the best possible outcomes, but again when you have a reasonable individual anchored in reality with similar interests things tend to go very smoothly.

It was a weak connection though, it was more of a general awareness, similar to when he is below the ground facing the Tree of Soul but everywhere.

As such it was unlike the ones with his tames, not as deep or powerful, he couldn't communicate through it, at least not with direct words, he could feel how she felt in various ways but that was very blurry and he supposed she could do so as well. It was a two-way street, both equal.

He wasn't sure how to feel about this, but he was instinctively aware, even when he was 'asleep' that it wasn't a threat to his well-being and that he could cut it off, but that he didn't exactly know how.

It invaded his privacy in a way none could but again he did this to himself and he wasn't much better in that aspect as he could do so to her as well, there was no reason to be outraged. 

And he was sure the All-Mother must possess empathic abilities in the first place, be they psychic in origin or from 'regular' senses such as the capacity to detect various hormones in the air or read magnetic fields and the likes. 

He always was a bit of an open book to her, that much he could deduce, everything on this moon was an extension of herself, at least it equalized things out.

He didn't hide it from the Olangi, he couldn't even if he wanted the Tsahìk having immediately noticed a change, a shift in how he was, but what he got other than shock, marvel and disbelief wasn't of much help. 

It never had happened before, though this wasn't something new with him involved in it. He was an anomaly in many ways, events never recorded in history were to be expected.

Though the mention of having managed to get the All-Mother direct help gave a sense of euphoria. It muddled the primal rage they had when they learned the Tree of Voices was cut down as if it were a vulgar bush, it wasn't where their ancestor reposed but it was all the same.

The Tsahìk and tsakarem and a few others had already sensed something went wrong but they didn't think of something like this.

'Still, Max didn't have to die… It's unpleasant.', Liam thought with a deep frown, anger with a hint of sadness hidden within his eyes, information from Max's smartwatch in his mind, he was aware of his last heartbeat and knew at what exact nanosecond his heartbeat for the last time, his death both was and wasn't in vain.

Max's death could have been easily avoided, prevented in so many ways, he didn't have to die but hyper-focusing on the past wasn't going to help. The one to blame was the one who shot and only the one who shot, going to blame others or himself was pointlessness in its perfect form.

He was friends with Max, nothing exceptional, but Max was one of his only human contacts. He knew the man quite well, and saying it didn't hurt would be lying, the fact someone after, a bald man under the name of Lyle saw, took the smartwatch as some kind of trophy didn't help. It simply angered him.

Thought the smartwatch was perfectly working and thus Lyle Wainfleet as someone quite high placed and close to the head of the SecOps let him spy on them since Grace, while alive, wasn't responding it let him know Hometree was already set ablaze.

And that Grace and Jake were there, in their Avatars he supposed, and had helped in evacuating most of the Na'vi, it was sad but that was life.

'At least thank you, Max. Now I'm fully in… They are all fucked, they can't even begin to understand how much. And the rest managed or were given the chance to escape…', he smirked slightly. 

He could understand why they could escape, they weren't considered enemies, in the sense they weren't considered a real threat or a threat at all for that matter. No matter the point of view, though, it was still a very stupid decision to let them go.

You don't play with food unless you want to be turned into food yourself. He was very grateful for the absolute idiocy of the one who made this decision.

It was Quaritch the one who let them go, someone Grace had not painted in the best of light. The war veteran was a sadistic trigger-happy psychotic sociopath piece of what worse humanity could give birth to. A rabid dog who until recently, was on a leash. 

And comparing a rabid dog to him was insulting the dog.

He didn't receive further messages from Grace after the one that said they were coming back to Hell's Gate a day ago but he could hear everything from her smartwatch, from when she was threatened to be shot, her horrified scream, and where they were going up to when she entered a zone with magnetic disturbance.

As for what Max did, Liam could have not needed his help but it would have led to several problems and limitations, he was immensely grateful for Max's sacrifice even if he would have preferred for it to not happen.

Or that Max did this earlier, but convincing someone when you can be considered a being that for all intent and purpose could be a genocidal maniac who you will give access to what would help him enact said genocide was hard. Hard but not impossible.

He only needed the right time to strike as a subsystem of Overseer was now well hidden within the main system of Hell's Gate, rapidly spreading, mimicking, and slowly eating every 'primitive' line of codes by a copy of the same but altered code for it to stay hidden until deemed necessary. 

A virtual cancer, a cancer under his control. You don't make a disease you aren't immune to and in perfect control of after all, or you don't make it sentient and have a sense of self either for that matter. 

However as information of what was in direct connection to the main system came he learned that the vehicles used were in total independent of said system, it was by their designs for the pilots to be fully autonomous, other than messing with the communication system and some minor unimportant function he couldn't do much to them.

No means to simply turn off their entire army, but still very useful in many, many cases. It wasn't as useful as he had hoped for in a hypothetical best-case scenario, but it was confirmed as the best-case scenario for a reason.

It made sense, the pandorium messed up a lot with technology and so to have the computer and other important components like the motor and life support of a vehicle not clearly separated was a potential loss of human life and machinery and as such a great loss in profit. 

And those machines were made for war in the first place, one thirty years in the future of his time. As such, digital war at that time would have extensively progressed and was by all accounts just as much of a threat, if not more. 

Technology is humanity's greatest strength and weakness.

Having a way around such attacks was to be expected. Either way, it was a problem he had prepared for, and why an army with the capacity to destroy them was a must. 

, Tutee next to him asked as she finished pouring the explosive concoction within a fist-sized, by Na'vi standard, ceramic recipient.