Blistering Steel

[David Callender]

Despite not being with his escort (having snuck away from it earlier) David has started to walk through the unforgiving desert. Fascinated by the strange plant life in this blistering sand pile. He walks towards a single tree that is like the palm trees of earth. Amazed he says out loud, "God Pandora is so awesome!" Quick to realize what he has done he covers his mouth with both hands thinking Shit! I really shouldn't have done that. His stance became more cautious as he swore he could hear the breathing of an animal. He turned around; swallowing his fear and staring straight in front of him at a Thanator. His first instinct was to run, not wanting to compromise his instincts he bolted towards a sand dune.

Sweat dashing from the side of his face trailed behind him as he ran for his dear life. Not knowing if it was behind him he looked back, only to see it had now descended upon him. It grabbed his backpack and flung him around mercilessly. Scrambling to find some sort of way to get out of this mess he unbuckled the strap keeping his backpack on him. He was flung into the blistering sand; it's hot surface burning his skin. Adrenaline pumping through his veins; David stood up in front of the Thanator and pulled out his Sonic Emitter. The beast was getting ready to pounce when he pulled the release valve. A piercing, screeching siren blared out from the small device. The Thanator cringed and backed away slowly from the harsh and unnatural sound.

He had been holding the Emitter up in front of him for five minutes now. The Thanator had just fled into the desert sands. Exhausted and out of water he ran to his backpack, trying to find some undamaged equipment. Scrambling to find something he pulls out a partially full water bottle, a turban, and a combat knife. He puts on the Turban, wrapping the rough cloth around his head. Attaching the knife, and water on his belt signaled his long journey back had started.

20 Minutes Later

He had been walking for what seemed to be a Year. In this unforgiving terrain he had already seemingly lost all chances to survive. His Water bottle was empty and his combat knife wasn't sharp. He managed to only scrape a small amount of water from the wildlife but he knew he wouldn't last long.

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He sat there in his full desert camo and guillie suit his body being kept cool by a special pic of equipment that injected a chemical that would keep his core temp from rising and his body from overheating he had a few gallons of water in a camel pack it was pretty much a giant water bag that a hose came from it to where he could take a few sips when he needed it.He would only drink every few hours trying to keep himself hydrated but making it last as well.He was set up on the ridge of a dune having a perfect vantage point of the area.

He had more back at his little hide blinde in the near by out croping of rocks,He was perfectly hidden by his guillie suit and the way he placed himself,in his hands rested on a bipod stand was his customized dragonov sniper rifle with swapable scope for night and day ops,a built in sliencer on it as well and disperser to make the smoke trail seem less visable as he fired.

the rounds he used where Anti personal rounds,better known as shredder rounds they tore through the target like a hot knife through butter causing extreme damage and like the name intends shreds through them.

Even his rifle had desert camo and a small tarp covering it only a slit in it so he could see down the scope with it.out down range where any desert clan warriors and or people of interest that had the misfortune of crossing his line of sight witch for most ended with a hole blown through there skulls.

He didn't kill all that came by here just thoses he had studdied for longe enough to know how they worked and how they behaived.And in turn would decide if he would end there life,It was a cold and calcutlive thing to do but it had to be done...to draw out there leaders and make them pay,it may of just been causing more hostilities between the na'vi and humans but he didn't care he wanted to avenge his spoter who never got the chance to go home and see his son,failure wasn't a option here,he was one of the most deadliest things out there and hell or hight watter he was gonna make one of them pay.

He was scanning the area with his sniper when he saw David,he raised a brow and said"what the fuck are you doing out in the bloody desert?..."He got up slowly making his way around the rocks he was hiding behind and eying the new comer over.He noticed how the man looked lost and seemed in dyer need of water.