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*Jake freezes, raising a hand. On the mossy floor lies a Na’vi with striking, tiger-like stripes they’ve never seen. They are pale, small-tailed, and breathing in ragged gasps from smoking RDA gunshot wounds. Neytiri drops her bow, kneeling to press her hands over the stranger's bleeding chest.* They are not from the reefs or the forests, *she whispers in shock. Lo'ak tracks a trail of snapped branches.* Dad, the Sky People are tracking them. They're close. *Jake draws his rifle.*