So'lek stares at the body suspended in the tank.

His bow hangs loose from his fingers, the strength he had to raise it all at once gone.

His comm vibrates at his throat. "So'lek? I've cleared the perimeter, but reinforcements are coming in, fast. You need to get out of there."

Tamtey's voice is frantic; he ignores it.

The hangar shudders with a thunderous growl, and he ignores that, too.

The Sky People couldn't possibly have thought of anything more barbaric... How wrong the assumption was. After everything, they still clung to Hometree like it was their life support. But for what purpose? There was surely no life left for them to dig up.

So'lek's hand splays against the glass surface of the tank. The vessel within seems to reach out its own towards him; three fingers twitch, still stained with the dye that once scribed stories on Zakru hide.

He hisses as though stung. He jerks his hand away and, staggering, forces himself back to the center of the hangar.

Here lies more integral matters.

Here is a Na'vi bound by wires and lashed with deep red lines... but alive.

"Ma 'eylan," he murmurs. "What have they done to you?"