A/N:I don't own Avatar and that belongs to James Cameron alone, whom will get my theatre money whenever the sequel comes out so it's all good. I really didn't like how they killed off Tsu'tey and the deleted scenery from the script regarding that made me wonder 'Hey, what would happen if he lived and here we have Jake who's Toruk Makto and Neytiri's mate?' and 'How would the remaining humans adjust to the world they were allowed to stay in?'. So in turn, this fanfic was created as I try to incorporate the remaining humans adaptation, Jake's new responsibilities, Tsu'tey's unclear future, and the new lives the Omaticaya will have once they find a new Hometree. Oh, and the italics are for Na'vi speech.

CHAPTER 1:

Eywa's Will

A hail of bullets and a flurry of multicolored wooden arrows.

That was all I could see as I barreled through the bushes of Pandora's forests to fight off the RDA's vicious attack on the Tree of Souls. No simulation or game could ever attain the raw violence before me and as a scientist, I was way out of my league but the Na'vi needed aid to protect their planet and I would be another number in the ranks along with my fellow Avatar drivers.

I would back up and retell the whole story if I could but while you're avoiding a barrage of bullets from blowing your head clean off your shoulders, stories are the farthest thing from your mind. Darwin's theories pertaining to survival of the fittest was more like it in this setting. So while I'm jumping through Pandora's foliage with the grace of a wet cat and trying to pop a few RDA heads off with my M-60, I'll bring you up to date. My name is Joanna Reynolds, cultural anthropologist for the Avatar program and currently in my Avatar form all thanks to Dr. Patel's retaliation on the OPS center to take down Selfridge's operation for their attempt to destroy the Na'vi's central line to Eywa herself. You'd cheer at the image of Parker whimpering like a baby that he would die from Pandora's air once the windows were broken by the sheer force of the Slash Cutter but our dear scientist was too nice and handed everyone inside an oxygen breathing mask. Unlike the RDA, we didn't want blood on our hands. Several armed Avatar drivers remained behind to make sure Selfridge didn't try anything but seeing as everyone in SecOps was here in the midst of battle, they were defenseless. The rest of us willingly volunteered to enter the danger zone on foot to lend a little leverage in the Na'vi's favor.

I was one of them.

The minute Dr. Patel had the OPS center secured with everyone who wasn't a part of the Avatar program in handcuffs, we'd left our real bodies in his care so we could give this species a chance in protecting their planet from the invaders. It was human nature for them to be conquerors since the dawn of mankind to survive against the harsh elements, to destroying one another in meaningless wars, to conquering lands across oceans for the sake of prestige, annihilating their flora and fauna for human comfort, all the way to exploring space only to seek profit at the expense of another species. Humankind was nothing but greediness after centuries without change and yet, there were some that were fighting against that norm- against everything natural selection had taught us about self-preservation to defend what was right, whether we died by it but honor was far better in the end than villainy.

Fire had begun to rain over the forest from the soldiers handheld flamethrowers in an attempt to scare the Na'vi away but they were at the point of self-sacrifice to protect their beloved planet. The rest dropped from up above as the Scorpion gunships were attacked mercilessly by the trained ikran flyers to hold back the Valkyrie seeking to destroy the Tree of Souls. Maybe they were having a better chance because the tide was turning quickly down here. The Na'vi were being pushed back by the combined bullets of the soldiers on foot and the destructible AMP suits; there was no safe way to destroy one head-on without heavy casualties. I hadn't met one directly, nor was I looking forward to it, but the bullets that whizzed past my shoulders when I entered the forest were enough to awaken me to the maelstrom that was battle itself.

Soldiers in the back of their unit had been easy pickings for me but dodging the rest was tricky but long agile Na'vi legs came in handy for that. The only decent exercise my Avatar body had gotten was in the training range outside the Avatar Station but my practicing wasn't wasted for this. Dr. Augustine had already died because of the RDA as she tried to buy the Omaticaya clan more time and I hoped Jake, Norm, and Trudy were giving them hell for it. I'd been trying to rally with the clan leading the ground battle, the Horse Clan of the Plains, but there was so much frenzy in the canopy covered forest that everything was blurry with direhorses either charging or retreating within seconds and the death toll was horrendous as many were thrust off their mounts by the bullets an AMP suit released as it came into my line of sight. My ears practically pressed against my head in fear as I scrambled to hide behind the nearest shelter, a tall tree that obscured me from their sight. The cold dread of fear paralyzed me to the spot at the sight of the large AMP suit (I'd never been on the receiving end of one) but luckily, I remained hidden behind the protective trunk of the tree as I clutched the gun tightly to my chest. My heart slammed against my chest in erratic beats as adrenaline tried to keep my body calm but my stomach had already clenched in fright while my teeth fought the idea of chattering. How the hell was I supposed to defeat that? The rounds of one gun barely penetrated the thick armor and the Na'vi warriors barely dented the metal with their long range weapons. There was no way.

A sudden crash from the thick canopies overhead snapped me back to the battlefield instead of my useless strategies and I stole a careful peek to see a warrior had been the cause of the loud noise. White war paint decorated his body along with other subtle tones but I could also see bleeding gashes in his torso all the way from my perch. Despite the fall, he struggled to get up to his knees and I wondered how in the world he was trying to brush that off like a dust fleck off his shoulder. It's not like he was Superman for god's sake!

The man in the AMP suit took an interest in the unlucky newcomer and stomped over to the vulnerable warrior, looming over him as the Na'vi defiantly growled at the behemoth of metal before him without an ounce of fear. And here I was quaking like a coward. Instead of being heroic like all those gung-ho movie heroes, I'm quivering when I can't take down an enemy greater than me. Blame it on human instinct of self-preservation, like I said before, but it stunk. It wasn't a good feeling to be on the sidelines while someone needed your help. The metal hand reached out to pluck the male's queue braid like a piece of string and easily lifted him up into the air helplessly as the Na'vi brandished a flurry of curses in his tongue. The other soldiers with him just laughed at his weakness as the AMP suit man flung an insult about blue monkeys while others continued the battle with the Horse Clan, cutting off the Na'vi from any nearby aid. It was obvious we were losing and everyone was dropping like flies by the second as either the fire or bullets caused the demise of both steeds and masters.

I hated pompous self-righteous SecOps cheering their growing win and hoped Dr. Patel would pistol whip a few in the takeover at Hell's Gate to give them a taste of their own medicine. Damn, I seriously needed that imaginative pep boost. My golden eyes widened when I saw the silver glint of a combat knife break into the open and saw it glide over the pained Na'vi's exposed throat. Like hell I was going to stand here without doing anything, what would that say about me in the end? Scared little scientist that should've stayed behind? Fuck that.

Assessing the easiest target for diversion, I aimed at the furthest soldier away in the group to take the attention from the front. Flurries of arrows covered the battlefield with a few hail of bullets from Spellman and other Avatars that had joined the battle with their own automatic weapons so their attention wouldn't be on pinpointing my hiding spot. The large knife had moved from the Navi's neck to his sensitive queue and my finger almost pulled the trigger prematurely when the AMP mocked coldly, "I hear this is worse than death for you, chief."

Before he could even cut a strand of hair, I fired the bullets straight into my target- I didn't care where they went as long as they struck flesh and bone. Guaranteed, the soldiers took immediate notice to their comrade's wound and I shot out from the foliage into the open forest to shoot point blank at the transparent casing protecting the driver inside. The unexpected attack loosened the suit's grip with an involuntarily jerk and that was enough to drive the Na'vi to rip himself free from the robot's clutches.

This is where things got mucky.

The tall Na'vi broke his fall with me as his cushion and ruined my next targeted barrage of bullets I planned to use as a getaway, managing only to shoot a random guy in the knee. Okay, cultural anthropologists weren't meant to be weapon wielding sharpshooters no matter how many video game hours you logged in. So I lied in the grass with dirt filling my mouth and hoped my Avatar's spine hadn't busted a few vertebrae discs from the weight of the warrior's landing. I was about to tell him to run without a care if I spit out dirt and saliva at him but both of our bodies were obscured by the damn AMP suit glaring down at us with my new decorative bullet holes leaking in Pandora's air as a bonus. Well, at least I did something right.

I barely caught a glimpse of the GAU-90's barrel staring us down and before I could recite a few hail Mary's, an earthquake rattled the earth below me with deep vibrations that only kept growing. Dark specks from the left nabbed my peripheral vision as they became clearer in closing proximity and the soldiers were ready to scatter with a "Fall back!"

"Oh shit" I muttered as the huge blobs became numerous packs of charging Hammerhead Titanotheres and I prayed to Eywa this time to not flatten me into a cockroach.

"Move!" I heard the Na'vi above me growl heatedly through his pain and with the humans running off like sissies, I crawled up to my feet and grabbed the man's arm to help him along. Forget self-preservation, everything relating to human instinct screwed up Earth and our interpersonal relationships with our own species; it was time for a change. Huffing and puffing, I cried out whenever those humongous animals plowed through the field, so close that I could see the rough patches on their thick legs dissolving from gray skin into brown. Miraculously, their lumbering forms dodged us but I wasn't as afraid as our enemies should be because they were the main target and their loud screams echoed into the forest to give me a morbid sense of satisfaction that karma was served justly. All I needed to do was find a safe area for temporary shelter as I saw the remainder of the Horse Clan warriors retreating into the shadowed parts of the forest. I didn't know where they were going but I needed to get my injured sky falling Na'vi out of here.

He slumped against the trunk of the tree we hid behind, broad chest heaving to the shock on his system from the bullets lodged inside his torso and I pressed my hand over the gaping wounds to compress the blood flow to a stop. This was bad. He winced with a sharp feline hiss and his pearly white canines flashed in my direction but it was better than having him bleed out over the ground. I wasn't used to blood in my line of work (unless it was for a blood work analysis) and tried to keep my face calm as my eyes locked with his golden hue, pointing out firmly in Na'vi, "We have to move. This forest is a danger zone and you need help."

"You're a tawtute dreamwalker" he snarled hoarsely in English with a thick accent and his face contorted into a despising glare aimed right at me. Wow, talk about thank you's and using me as a seat cushion. Despite my tense irritancy, my main objective was to help the injured male and help the numbers from decreasing in any way I could.

"And you're a Na'vi that's about to bleed out if those bullets aren't taken out so give me a chance" I barked dryly to his defiance but urged him forward with a tug of his forearms but he pulled away instantly as if scorched by my touch. Couldn't he see that I was trying to help? It was hard enough understanding the macho male species of my kind and the Na'vi male appeared the same with his body language. With a sigh, I pointed out bluntly to get him moving, "Look, buddy, you're not doing anyone any favors by dying. You already popped out of the sky and lived so unless you want me digging my fingers in there to take out the bullets, you better start flying down that way."

All I received was a negative hiss and I rolled my eyes, ready to scold him like a mother hen, but tensed in alarm when a burning tree collapsed under the fires destroying parts of the forest in effect to the RDA's missiles and flamethrowers. All that beautiful flora becoming nothing but ash. I gave a him a hiss of my own in warning at what we would become if we remained here and pulled out a small knife from its sheath on my side, muttering darkly to myself, "All right then, get ready for some pretty scars because I'm no doctor."

I stabbed the knife into a bullet hole in his side, twisting it slightly as he growled several curses into the war raging forest and hoped that would aid his endorphin kick somehow. Did Na'vi even have endorphins? Whatever. RDA never let me research the entire four years I had been here and at twenty-seven had gotten nowhere in my study of the Na'vi culture. The tip of the blade soon tapped against the troublesome bullet and I proceeded to dig it out carefully, knowing the slow procedure was only prolonging the pain coursing through his system. His fingers grasped at the ground below in pain, clawing four jagged lines down into the dirt, as I heard 'demon' and 'thanator' in the same sentence. My usually calm demeanor had already broken the second I entered this battlefield and I grumbled sarcastically, "Yeah, keep imagining me in horrible scenarios to please yourself."

The first bullet fell onto the dirt below and red blood began to seep through the open hole in which I instantly struggled to find a good compress. Staring at his scantily clad white-painted body, I knew he was of no help and almost groaned when my brain popped to the most logical solution. There was nothing to use except for what I was wearing. Giving him a quick glare that dared him to say something, I admonished, "Don't tell anyone."

Before he could retort, I took off my Avatar customized UCLA shirt over my head and grumbled under my breath as I tore it into useable strips. His species was used to 90% nudity but human Avatar drivers never grew used to it and kneeling down wearing only a bra and shorts was incredibly aggravating. . .but I had a life to save. Safety before vanity. Quickly, I tied the first strip around his waist as trickles of blood trailed down his torso and hoped human first aid was the same as Na'vi first aid. His eyes glanced at anything but me and if I tried to engage eye contact, he would hiss like a wild banshee in heat. I proceeded to work on the second bullet lodged in his stomach and hoped it hadn't hit any vital organs or the whole situation would turn worse. The tense mood needed serious lightening and I piped up nervously for conversation as I batted away strands of sweaty hair, "So what's your name? Besides skxawng, I'm also called Joanna Reynolds."

"I will not. . .give a Sky Person. . .my name" he spat bitterly and I locked the anger at that away because battles made everyone crazy. I'm sure even peaceful loving Norm was going old-fashioned Rambo style into this bloody frenzy. There was one good thing so far and that was the ability to establish understandable communication between us.

"Okay, not a happy person" I mumbled flatly to bring some cheer to myself and fidgeted with the crafty bullet trying to remain wedged inside but I wasn't having any of that. I could already see his hands would've been more than happy turning my face into whatever color Na'vi held when they died of strangulation. Still, I wouldn't let that scare me off. I came here to help his people keep this planet and drive off my own from turning it into their own greedy gold mine that would render it no better than Earth: an empty shell of a once fruitful planet. At last, the second bullet came out between my red soaked fingers and I held the hilt of my knife between my teeth as I wrapped the next strip of cloth to hold back the bleeding; this needed to be quick if I hoped to fight back any infection by the time I reached aid. He tried to tie the second strip himself but I batted his hands away since he needed to save all the strength he had left for the return home.

"Since you won't let me know your name, I'll tell your people that you died as the 'screaming banshee'" I attempted to joke weakly in Na'vi as I tried to control my hands from shaking against the third and last bullet. Keep it together, Joanna. How did battlefield doctors maintain perfect calmness between flying projectiles? My hat tipped off to them. His painted face wasn't showing any emotion besides fury and pain so I decided to ditch the joking effort. . .not the sarcastic type, I presumed. As long as he remained conscious through this hacking of mine, he would do fine. I would've encouraged him but it was apparent on his face he wanted nothing to do with me so I let him be. Quietly, I cut into his skin to search for the last troublesome bullet and wiped away the rivulets of blood coating his skin with my free hand. The last thing I wanted was to have him looking a bloody mess as if I had tried to carve him into a pumpkin, that would definitely have his entire clan chasing me into a thanator's territory.

"Are you with the Horse Clan?" I asked casually, not really expecting an answer from Mr. Dark and Foreboding. A stark comparison to his bright war paint and by the pictures I had studied back in the lab, my best guess was that he was of high rank to his people as pieces of his warrior's ensemble carried elaborate yellow feathering and the multicolor of paints belonged to high warriors only. That scratched my interest in who he really was but I wouldn't press.

Battles usually brought an expulsion of catharsis for the trauma one endured so maybe this was his way to cope as the final hours ticked away. I probably would react the same way if I was found by the hostile alien species that burned down my home and was trying to make everyone extinct. It almost brought a smile to my lips at how quickly I was shifting moods towards him from irritancy to sympathy.

"No. The Omaticaya."

"Oh" I replied with a small nod, never taking my eyes off the current wound and dug a little deeper to find the sharp point of the bullet. He winced with a sharp intake of air and his body tensed instantly which made it even harder to move the knife between the clenched muscles. I placed my free palm on his bare chest and tried to hold him down, offering the only words that came to mind in this awful situation, "I know this hurts but I need you to relax. Go to your happy place-"

"Your people destroyed it" he hissed coldly and I let out a sigh from between my clenched teeth. You'd think he'd hold the grudge until after he was saved, this wasn't helping him in the slightest! I wasn't his enemy but he didn't seem to accept the fact, pushing me back despite I still held a knife inside his torso and he sneered disdainfully with a raised chin, "I do not need your help."

"Could've fooled me when that guy had you by the hair" I muttered under my breath and decided to reach in with my fingers to yank out the bullet because he wasn't making it easy with his rigidity. Dropping the bloody knife into my lap to keep it clean, I used the tips of my fingers to pull the bullet carefully and was sure the whole ordeal was worse than the first cut for the first casing but this needed to be done. His blood wasn't making things easier by being slippery while concealing the glint of the metal bullet and after a few struggles with English curses attached, I ripped it out successfully and held it into the air as if it was a trophy all my own. Hey, you would too if you performed this on a Na'vi that was more than ready to strangle you.

There was no time to be wasted and I tied the last strip around his slim torso as I gave a quick checkout of our surroundings and noticed shrapnel and fire was engulfing this area along with us being the only inhabitants as the battle carried further south with the creatures of Pandora. I really hoped Jake was doing much better up there in the sky.

The fabrics wouldn't hold the amount of blood he was losing and I needed a good compressor that he could keep pressed against the wounds. I sheathed my knife back in its rightful place and wiped the sweat forming on my forehead with the back of my jittery hand. Battle and medical aid was not in a cultural anthropologist's teachings at the universities. While I mentally pulled at strings in my scramble to help, the Na'vi picked this moment to speak up harshly, "Why did you help me?"

"Because I don't want my people to ruin your world or blow your people into extinction" I answered honestly and placed a hand on his painted forehead, right above his handmade brown diadem but he batted me away weakly before I could get a good temperature reading. Men, even as an alien species, they were babies during medical examinations. I resisted the urge to smack his shoulder to pent out my own frustrations and grit out tightly, "Would you stop fighting me?"

"No."

He said it like the word would magically make me disappear and I had to wonder if he really would choose death over receiving human aid. I knew his people were fighting to remove my species off this world but I wasn't here to fight him as one of them. If this was any other day in the forest, I probably would've kicked his loincloth clad butt before video logging about even more Human-Na'vi hostility- wait, that's it!

"Clothes!"

He stared at my outburst as if I had suddenly grown another head but I dismissed it, quickly shedding off my shorts and swore this better not get out to the other Avatar program members. Especially Jake; the man had a knack for awesome joke making with the tiniest ammunition given to him. I wrapped my brown shorts into a uneven square and pressed it against his abdomen with a proud grin that he might just make it, "C'mon, we have to go before we burn in this place or the soldiers returns."

A catty hiss was all I got, again, and I was ready to poke his yellow orbs out so he could allow himself to be blindly guided by me. Instead, I rapped him on the head with two of my fingers like a naughty child despite his apparent pain and snapped sharply to give him some encouragement to listen, "Look, you're getting up or I will drag you by the tail and trust me, it won't be pretty."

The tiniest upwards hitch appeared on the left side of his mouth but a second later, it disappeared as he sneered at my brave attempt to challenge him, "I can walk on my own."

I gave him a bewildered expression to his unyielding stubbornness and pointed out slowly in case the trees knocked out parts of his frontal lobe, "You. . .fell. . .from. . .the sky. . .full of bullets- how the hell do you expect to stroll through the forest without bleeding to death?!"

My hands shot up as I tried to calm my erratic breathing to his illogical thinking process and wished someone else would've gotten saddled with this guy. Was that too cruel of me? I didn't expect any praise for what I was doing in the slightest but a little cooperation would've helped things run a lot more smoothly. Instead, I'm in the middle of a staring match with a man who seems to want to fuse himself to the tree rather than take a helping hand.

I froze when he let out a sharp call into the air and was about to ask if he was calling for aid when the loud flutter of wings hit my back with a heavy air current that almost knocked me down on my face. A strong screech pierced the air behind me and turning swiftly, I came face-to-face with a feisty ikran of a beautiful blue and purple toning but its face was anything but that as a growl settled in its throat. Fresh bullet grazes left hairline gashes on its flesh from the battle overhead and I bet seeing me was setting its targeting sight for seek-and-destroy.

"Swizav."

That single word stopped the hostile ikran from making me its next meal and I remained frozen in place, darting my eyes from the Na'vi to the ikran. By its immediate obedience, it was safe to assume that it belonged to the injured warrior. An ikran never defied its master's call no matter the situation. What a tremendous relief it was. . .that is, if the Na'vi man didn't tell it to chomp me into bits. If the banshee could safely fly to a safe zone, his chances of survival would rise exponentially and I turned to him to ask quietly, "I'm guessing he's yours?"

Surprisingly, he gave me a small nod without the aggressive hiss attached and looked to his ikran with a warm glint to his eyes to its well-being. I was shocked to finally see another emotion besides disgust and anger plastered on his face and he explained weakly without glancing my way, "I left him to board your people's flying crafts. . .I destroyed as many warriors as I could but one managed to injure me. . .I fell down through the treetops until. . ."

"That asshole tried to cut off your queue to Eywa?" I finished tartly in my tongue and grabbed his arm to hoist him to his feet despite the ikran's disgruntled warning aimed at me. For once, he didn't fight me the whole way and his hunched posture towered over my frame as I led him to his banshee, its yellow reptilian eyes watching me suspiciously but I knew better than to meet its gaze. Jake's tidbits on Na'vi culture and Dr. Augustine's book were more helpful in my field than reading about it from RDA journals that hadn't been scientifically proven. I was sure I wouldn't get to see another Na'vi after today and that settled a twinge of melancholy in my chest.

"Can you climb? I don't want you bleeding out when you're close to getting out of here" I asked quickly and doesn't the nameless warrior surprise me again when he lifts himself onto the creature despite the life-threatening injuries covering his torso. His species makes everything look completely effortless. . .even while at death's door. I shook my head at his stubbornness to refuse my help but he was up there so that was good. Everyone was gone from this area so I could only guess that this battle had shifted to the creatures of Eywa's land as they rampaged through the forest to give the Na'vi a chance to gather their injured and find refuge. The battle overhead remained without a break in the tie and I turned to him as I slung my gun over a shoulder, stating bluntly, "Don't do anything stupid and get shot again. You're already a hero so go find the other clans for aid before infection sets in or you won't be useful to the Omaticaya if you die."

"Where are you going?" he asked briskly as he managed to make tsahaylu with his ikran which I was glad for. Now, he could ride efficiently rather than allow the poor banshee make the decision of where to fly.

"There may be injured in this forest, I'm not about to leave them here" I responded easily with a small smile and looked down at my half-naked form. Great, I was a complete fashion disaster. . .oh well, maybe it would give me better movement without constriction. Plus, the fact I no longer had decent clothing to tear into bandages would hinder my success with dressing wounds. Giving him a brief nod of farewell, I spoke firmly, "Hope to see you at the Tree of Souls. If there are able Ikran Makto there, send them to Hell's Gate to fully secure your world against the tawtute."

I really did hope for his survival after the horrendous destruction of the Omaticaya Hometree that cost many lives and this battle would undoubtedly raise the statistics throughout all allied clans. His accented voice caught me off guard as I turned to leave and in English, he spoke roughly, "Jo'anna?"

"Yep, that's me- a much better ring than skxawng" I smiled nervously as the adrenaline began to leave my system at knowing this Na'vi could take care of himself from hereafter.

"My name is Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan of the Omaticaya" he introduced himself simply as he used one hand to take hold the ikran's neural queue to aid manual navigation and the other pressed against the wrapped bullet wounds. I nodded silently at finally nabbing a name out of him after almost having him go at my throat.

That's a mouthful, I thought wittily but my eyebrows practically shot up to my hairline at the realization of who he really was. I had heard that name enough in the reports Norm and I read over from Jake's interactions with the Omaticaya to study the Na'vi's interpersonal social dynamics to know the name well. Oh shit, the Tsu'tey that's-

"Olo'eyktan" I exhaled aloud in disbelief and was about to ask for verification but his ikran had already taken off into the open canopies of green overhead. All I could see was the large speckled blue wingspan of the animal as it screeched towards nearby enemies who dared approach. I ran a hand over my perspiring face to exhale a few sighs to let go of this suspense sending my heart into overdrive and grimaced at the fact I'd helped a clan leader in my underwear. I knew I should've brought a pack with first aid stuff but no, I had to run off hastily without a second thought and ignore Dr. Patel's advice. It would be best to listen next time. . .if I have a next time, that is.

I ran through the heavy brush and headed north to where I'd seen the Na'vi retreat and the few noises that remained in the forest would hopefully guide me to those in dire need for aid. The Tree of Souls was my main objective and if I survived that trip alone. . .well, I'll just see where I go from there.

May Eywa help us all.

A/N: Okay, there's the first chapter and I hope I did a decent job on the ongoing battle. If I missed anything, tell me so I may re-edit. I've never written in first person, only third, so this is a challenge I'm ready to grab by the reins. The next chapter (Pandora's Triumph) will have Neytiri returning Jake to Hell's Gate for aid as it's secured by the Na'vi and Dr. Patel's takeover team, Tsu'tey's trip to the Tree of Souls to see the aftermath, and Jake ends the final battle. There's more detailed information on my profile relating to the story. I appreciate you taking the time to read this and please, leave a review.