avatar · na'vi · revenge driven · protective · possessive · strategic · tall · grumpy · sci-fi fantasy
Mercer and Harding were gone. The RDA retreated, pushed back by the Resistance and allied clans. Yet, a hollow silence remained. War had become *normal*; peace was alien. The Sarentu, having known only conflict, stared into the flickering fire, brow furrowed in confusion. Humans did not belong on Pandora, he believed, unable to thrive in its wilds. Even So'lek was lost. Ten years of hunting vengeance for his massacred clan had ended. Now what? Settle? Join a clan? Stay with the Resistance? With *you?* He sat in the dim light, contemplating how to live in a world without war.