Hello everyone, I know I have kinda been ignoring my other stories and I apologies for that. I just can't seem to get any steam up to write any of them. It isn't that I have stopped completely even now I write a few paragraphs for each of my stories. Problem is that I'm constantly getting ideas for new stories which wont leave me alone until I write them down. Heck I've even written two more Naruto fic's, one Psych, one Chuck fic, and one Inuyasha fic. This is the only one however that I feel most confident with and can put up.

It's almost a retelling with a definite slashy mpreg twist. So if you don't like any of that alien man lovin' I'd say this isn't the fic for you!

Thank you and enjoy!

Summary: They say compared to this place Hell is a vacation, but to me this is paradise. Welcome to Pandora. Slash Tsu'tey/Jake

Chapter 1: Welcome to Pandora

'When I was lying there in the VA hospital, with a big hole blown through the middle of my life, I started having these dreams of flying. An expanse of emerald forest beneath me, the harsh wind hitting my face filling my lungs with cool air… I never felt so alive.

Sooner or later though, you always have to wake up…'

With a gasp 27-year-old Jake Sully woke up out of his vivid dream. He blinked a couple of times, his light blue eyes adjusting to the dim light of his surroundings. It took a while for him to figure out where he was, his mind a muddle of thought, his body sluggish and mouth and throat feeling like he had eaten cotton wool. A beeping sound alerted him to look up where the holographic projection indicated that he had arrived; a part of him wondered where it was that he had arrived.

Suddenly there was a loud hissing sound and the small compartment flooded with light, blinding him. Arms reached in, fingers wrapped around his shoulders and he felt himself being pulled out. He tried to struggle, his arms flailing around while his legs dangled uselessly.

"Calm yourself soldier, you have just come out of extended hypersleep, you're just a little disoriented," came an authoritative voice, a small torch in hand shining light into his eyes.

Slowly Jake remembered where he was, the interstellar spacecraft, the 'ISV Venture Star', a vessel carrying rations, equipment, and soldiers to a distant planet known as Pandora, or in other words, hell.

"I need a nurse here, this one is paraplegic!" the doctor shouts.

Ah, another thing he didn't want to remember: he couldn't walk. They can fix spinal when you got the money. But not on vet benefits, not in this economy. Earth, or at least what used to be earth, was now just a husk of its former self. With overpopulation and pollution becoming a huge problem most of earth has been declared as a dead-zone, where people with money hold all the power, and a soldier is no better than a hired mercenary.

"People, you have been in cryo for five years, nine months and twenty two days. You will be hungry, you will be weak. If you feel nausea, please use the sacks provided for your convenience. The staff thanks you in advance," said a man dressed head-to-toe in an army outfit.

That's why he was here, even though he couldn't use his legs; at least that's why going to Pandora was his only chance, and the program he had been put under might give him a chance. The Avatar program. He still remembered how he had gotten into it. The board meeting he was called to a few days after he had found out his brother Tom died.

"You know why you are here, don't you?"

"It was lucky that you were twins, quiet extraordinary really."

Jake stayed quiet as the Sergeant, a company lackey, sat on the opposite end of a long table. A holographic image of his brother projected on the screen. They both worked for the army; his brother was a brilliant scientist who graduated with honours, enlisted to go into an explorative new Program known as Avatar. Just three years into his training he was killed by a mugger; he didn't even have any money on him.

He took another path, chose to be a Marine, a grunt, but he didn't become a marine for the hardship. To be hammered on the anvil of life. He told himself that he could pass any test a man can pass. But after what the war did to him a part of him died, losing his legs killed him, and now he was here.

Surrounded by people that wanted to exploit him.

"You know that your brother was taking part in the Avatar Program," said the general.

Jake nodded.

"Good, then we won't need to explain much. You see the fact that your brother's death means that the company lost a valuable asset," added the company representative.

Tch, these people's concern was simply touching, but that's how these corporate types simply worked. It was all about the money.

"And because of that we wanted to ask if you would take over your brother's contract."

'The egghead and the jarhead. Tommy was the scientist, not me. He was the one who wanted to get shot light years out into space to find the answers. Me - I was just another dumb grunt gettin' sent someplace I was gonna regret.'

He had watched his brother's body burn, his body engulfed in flames as he was cremated. His life had ended so prematurely, Jake had always thought that between the two of them he would be the first to go.

"Think of it this way soldier, it won't mean that just because you can't walk anymore doesn't mean that you can't have another chance."

And somehow that seems incentive enough.

Next he found himself strapped to his wheelchair, at last a familiar object. His fingers graced along the alloy of the wheel, slowly pushing it back and forth, testing his grip and underused muscles. Others walked past him, lumbering towards their lockers to get changed out of their clothes. Jake opened his own locker, taking out his regulation vest and cargo pants. He pulled the dark green vest over his muscled chest, before looking down at his legs. They were thinner than the rest of him, shriveled from not being used. He detested the sight of them.

Jake bent over, placing the trousers under his legs; he picked one up, feeding it through the right pant-leg and getting it over his ankles before moving on with the other. Slowly he pulled it over his knees, then with some maneuvering managed to get them under his butt before buckling them shut. Good thing they were baggy so he couldn't see how thin his legs were. He reached further into his locker and got out his boots and socks and slowly put them on before grabbing his duffel bag. They were being moved on quickly.

He ignored the looks he got from the others, Jake didn't need their pity. Finally he got his bag out and strapped it over his back before wheeling himself to boarding stations of the smaller transport ship knows as the 'Valkyrie', where every soldier was being directed to. He pulled himself out of his wheelchair and sat down on his designated seat before folding it closed and strapping it to his side. He was packed in tight with forty other soldiers in a small hull, masks were hanging behind each chair.

"Please ensure that your belts are put on properly and secure, thank you," came the electronic voice.

There was a loud bang as they were shot away from the interstellar spacecraft the 'ISV Venture Star', and through a small window just to his right he saw an infinite space. Jake had never really been into astronomy, again it was another thing his brother had been fascinated with, but he still thought that space was a beautiful place. Then just ahead the swirling blue gas giant Polyphemus came into view, it looked like a smaller version of Jupiter without the rings, instead 14 moons surrounded it. The most prominent one being their destination, Pandora.

Pandora was the fifth moon, from what he was taught in orientation. Discovered by the first interstellar expedition in 2129, Jake still remembered watching the news report when they talked about the first other planet except for earth that held life. The probes sent through showed Pandora as a lush rich paradise filled with strange flora and fauna. Jake had never seen anything like that on earth. A planet brimming with life.

"Prepare for decent in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5…"

The hull shook like crazy and he felt he was being pulled out of his seat. So he gripped the side of his seat tightly and closed his eyes while the g-forces did their work, creaking the thick metal of the cabin. Soon he felt the shaking slow down as they breached the atmosphere; he opened his lids, blue eyes blinded by the light penetrating through the window.

He blinked in astonishment seeing the blue sky, but suddenly he was taken back to his continuous dream of flying. A sea of green flew under him, with massive cliffs towering over everything. Great scarves of cloud swirl around the mesa tops. A primeval landscape, vast and forbidding. The trees are alien, the colour too cyan. There are waterfalls, rivers, and distant flocks of winged creatures. It all took Jake's breath away.

Suddenly the virgin rainforest gives away to an open mine pit.

Jake's blue eyes widened when he saw the lifeless crater as if a cookie cutter had been used to disembowel the landscape. Trucks and excavators the size of three story buildings roamed the crater excavating precious minerals from the ground. Beyond that was their final destination, the only human colony on Pandora in an area known as Hell's Gate.

Hell's Gate is a cluster of squat concrete and steel structures surrounded by a chain-link fence over 10 meters high, topped with razor wire. At the corners were bigger towers with sentry guns swiveling on servo mounts. Jake guessed that the lush forest hid more than he could imagine. The Valkyrie roared above the treetops, it nose diving down towards the colony and then coming to a slow hover over the open landing pad and landed with a loud slam.

"Okay everyone, Exopacks on!" shouted the crew chief, a tall black man donned in military clothes and cap holding an exopack in hand.

"Remember people, you lose your mask you're unconscious in 20 seconds, and you're dead in four minutes. Let's nobody be dead today, it looks bad on my report," he shouted.

The other marines chuckled at crew chief's joke and pulled the exopacks over their heads, even stood up taking their packs out and shouldering them. Jake strapped on his own mask. The breach doors opened and one by one the crew chief ushered them out one by one.

"Go directly into the base! Do not stop! Go straight inside!"

He was last; he ran his gloved hand through his brown hair nervously, then reached beside him to pull out his wheelchair and unfolded it. With some effort Jake managed to haul himself out of his seat and into the wheelchair, before reaching over to pick up his pack.

"Move it soldier, let's go, let's go!" shouted the crew chief.

Jake moved quickly. He wheeled himself out of the hull and down the ramp, and it was then for the first time he managed to get a proper glimpse at the human colony. It was obviously army ruled, soldiers everywhere checking equipment, moving cargo out of the Valkyrie, and some even testing out the new MITSUBISHI MK-6 AMPSUITS. They used to be real troops, soldiers fighting for a cause.

Now they are hired mercenaries working for the company.

Jake pumped his chair forward, looking around as a huge tractor taller then a house rolled in front of him with muddy wheels. That's when he noticed what was actually on the wheels; decorative, almost tribal-looking spears and arrows were embedded in the wheel. Jake couldn't help but frown at the sight. Beyond the tractor, two VTOL vehicles take off. Armoured and heavily armed, they are AT-99 "SCORPION" GUNSHIPS. He pushed himself forwards, avoiding the rushing troops and towards the main base, the largest building in the colony.

"Check it out man, meals on wheels," a voice snapped.

"That's just wrong…" came another voice.

Jake turned to the two soldiers with a glare, both sporting the typical jar-head look.

"What're you two limpdicks starin' at?" he snapped back, earning smirks from both of them, but Jake was used to it.

After all what use is a marine without legs?

As it turned out the main part of orientation was being held in the mess-hall, no point in squandering money on a proper Auditorium that would hardly be used. He was also the last one to come it. An elder man, sporting a typical jar-head look, all with square jaw and square head. His hair was greying and his face was haggard and weather worn. His grey eyes filled with the wisdom of war, of a man who has seen it all and come out the other end. A set of deep parallel scars came down the side of his face, and the sleeves of his standard issue shirt were rolled up, showing off a crisscross of scars all over his arms. Jake guessed he was the head of security on Hell's Gate.

"You're not in Kansas anymore…" he said.

"My name is Colonel Miles Quaritch, and you are on Pandora ladies and gentleman. Respect that fact every second of every day," he said. His voice filled with confidence and strength as he slowly strode towards the window and pointed out towards the tree line.

"Out beyond that fence every living thing that crawls, flies or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubees."

The room went silent, enraptured by what the Colonel was saying.

"We have an indigenous population of humanoids here called the Na'vi. They're fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin which can stop your heart in one minute. We operate - we live -at a constant threat condition yellow," he turned away from everyone.

"As head of security, it's my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed… " Jake could see everyone in the room tense.

"Not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need a strong mental attitude, you need to follow procedure..." he continued on, and the brunette couldn't help but smile, nothing like an old-school safety brief to put your mind at ease.

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