My eyes open to the top of my cryo unit. One of the sleep matrons of the ISV Venture Star came over and unbuckled me. I float off of it, and drift over to Jake Sully, of whom I made fast friends with before we were sent off to Pandora. Jake was a paraplegic marine before he was sent off on this expedition to this moon. Apparently his brother was signed up to go but was mugged, robbed, and killed before he left. The government then approached Jake with the offer to go because his brother's avatar was already made. An avatar is worth millions of dollars, and is a piece of human and a piece na'vi DNA mixed together to create a body that is na'vi like in appearance and functionality, that takes multiple years for it to grow to standard size. They approached Jake with the offer because he and his brother were twins, so their DNA was close enough to work, and the fact that they didn't want to waste the avatar helped it go along.
Before I signed up for the trip I was an engineer, designing and building AMP suits, air regulators, and guns for the RDA. Before I did that I went through university majoring in mechanical engineering, and had a minor in computer science. I liked to think that I was a smart person while doing all that but I don't really know. I'm about six five (6'5") with dark brown almost black hair. I have a deep blue eye, with my other being slightly more green. Before we were allowed to go to Pandora, we were trained to shoot and how to take orders.
"You've been in cryo five years, nine months, and twenty-two days. You will feel hungry, you will feel week." Called one of the matrons.
We drift over to the lockers and get something to eat. From there we go to the ship to Pandora shuttle. Wow that's weird... Pandora... that's going to take a while to get used to. As the Falcon shuttles us down from space, I watch out the window and see a large mining operation happening to get the unobtanium, the little pieces of rock that is the point of sending all of us out here.
As we approach Hell's gate, which is the main base of operations, Sargent Colonel Major, or whatever gives us the speal on how Pandora's very air is deadly poisonous to our bodies. The others disembark and march off to the very first debrief with the head of security,I stick behind with Jake and walk out with him.
"Hey look the meat's on wheels" said the greeting grunt one, who I later found out is actually Lyle Wainfleet.
" Now that's just sad" said greeting grunt two, pitying Jake because of his condition.
We arrived late for the briefing but got the gist of it. You go out, you act like a dumbass, you come back with an arrow through your chest. So yeah, nice and cheery first day introduction.
After the intro 'the death hole' Jake and I split up. That's me, Vaughn Calloway, head of the team that designed the AMP suits , and made them on earth. Now I'm shipped out to Pandora to do on site upgrades, fixes, tweaks, creating, and to make sure things run smooth. Now the only reason I'm recording this is that I'm sure no one will hack or steal the vid log. How I know that they won't is a) I have it so it records to a local disk/drive in the bottom, instead of the R.D.A.'s data bank, b) I have a touch identification pad to open the door to get the drive open, and c) I have encrypted the storage drive my self and had other computer scientists try to hack in and if they did succeed then it would wipe itself clean, before they had a chance to see anything.
As for me when we split, I went to see my 'home' for the next few years. It's not barracks with all the bunks, if your wondering, it's the hanger where I'll be spending the majority of my time here. In the hanger they store and care for all the AMP suits, Scorpions (you know the attack helicopters), the Samson's, the Dragons, and in the lockup in the back is where all small(er) guns are stored, which ranges from Wasps, (what's with these guys and naming things after insects and reptiles, can't wait until I find something thing that isn't.) which are the standard handguns, assault rifles, combat shotguns, the occasional rail gun, a few grenade launchers and flamethrowers, and rarely you could find a personal weapon of somebody's choice that was brought back by a friend after they died.
As I snoo-ahhh.. look around the lockup I saw a twisted, and beaten AMP suit in the back that seems to had some one try to fix it but didn't really do much to it. I don't blame them for giving up though because from what I saw it was missing most of it's left hand, it's right leg was twisted around so it was facing backwards, most of the right shoulder was missing and it probably had many other problems, not to mention the numerous claw marks and both red and purple blood splashes on it. I was going to investigate it more but I was interrupted by the head of maintenance, who I was supposed to report to but forgot to. She gave me the low-down on how even though I'm maintenance, I could be called upon for fire support on the official excuse of them needing field repairmen, but really it's just for more guns.
Once I finished chatting with the head, she told me to go check out the rest of the hanger. I checked out the Scorpion storage, and as I was walking through the AMP hangers I saw colonel Quaritch and Jake talking to each other. When they finish talking, the colonel walked off in his AMP suit and Jake started to wheel off. I ran to catch up to him, and asked him how his day went, and let me tell you that it sounded a hell of a lot better than mine. After about an hour of stumbling along together we found our barracks which was weirdly only us even though it had twenty bunks. Oh yeah as a post script, I asked the head about the AMP suit at the back of the lock up and she said that I was welcome to try and fix it but so far no one who tried had any luck, and she also didn't say who's it was and what happened to it.
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An. First fic. Really welcome constructive criticism, and hope to go far with the stories idea. WARNING; updates may be few and far between.