#1st recom squad
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Do you guys think recoms ever get jealous of Quaritch? I mean, imagine being reborn, and having like…nothing. No social ties, nothing, and you have no choice but to hang with your squad, people who are just as miserable as you and do your job because there’s nothing else out there for you.
And then, some Mowgli looking kid appears outta nowhere, and now one of your squad suddenly has that piece of their identity you all desperately crave, and have to watch as this person slowly, painfully builds a bond with him, how he comes to life, becomes less of a corporate asset and more of an individual thanks to this sudden responsibility, a priority that is not the mission.
And you’re left behind with the rest. Still a nobody, still made for nothing more than to bark on command.
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..that must suck 😬
#not that I feel too bad for them tho lol#avatar spider#spider socorro#avatar 2#avatar way of water#avatar#avatar quaritch#spider avatar#miles quaritch#avatar headcanons#recom quaritch#atwow#atwow fanfiction#atwow spider#spider atwow#atwow quaritch#1st recom squad
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Thanks for linking Stripes! It would be nice to see this on AO3, it would be easier to read 💙 Have you thought about writing a scene in which Spider would seriously talk to Recoms and Quaritch about life on Earth? This would be interesting to read :*
"Come on, you must have thought about it!" Wainfleet prodded, tossing Spider a water bottle as they rested near the night's campfire.
"Can honestly say that I haven't, actually."
The conversation was only really between the two of them, but the rest of the camp was listening in as they reclined against their packs or consulted their holotablets. Quaritch's ears perked up. "Are you being serious?"
Spider turned in his direction. "Yeah..." he said, shrugging. He couldn't see what the big deal was. "Why should I imagine Earth? It would be like an Earth-born human wondering what it would be like to grow up on Pandora."
"Yeah but you're from Earth," Wainfleet argued.
Spider ground his teeth. "No I'm not, jackass."
Wainfleet raised his arms in exasperation, gesturing around the camp. "Kid, like it or not, you're not from Pandora."
"I think what Wainfleet is trying to say," interrupted Quaritch before Spider could fire back and get worked up into a huff, "is that none of us believe you haven't at least thought about what it's like back home. Say, what did you want to be when you grew up?"
Spider frowned. He'd been read hundreds of books when he was a kid, all depicting Earth scenes with Earth plots and Earth problems, but he'd always felt the disconnect as if it was a physical feeling. None of it applied to him, because none of it was relevant to Na'vi culture. The possibility of growing up to be a doctor, or a teacher, or a mechanic simply weren't options that were open to him. And it's not like he ever felt like he was missing out. The scientists all agreed that Earth was a dismal place to grow up these days, and even if it wasn't, Spider's affinity and loyalty to his home planet was far too great to ever consider wanting to visit.
He shrugged. "When I'm older, I'm going to be a warrior. The first human to pass iknimaya."
Quaritch was looking at him in a way he didn't like: sympathetic and...sad?
"What is your problem?" he ground out, angered by this response.
"That shouldn't be your only option. You're sixteen."
"No. It shouldn't be my only option because my home shouldn't be being invaded by aliens." He could tell he'd hit a nerve.
Quaritch sighed, adjusting his grip on the rifle he was using to patrol the camp.
Wainfleet spoke up. "But if you could be something different. What would you be?"
Spider thought for a moment, staring into the fire. "I dunno... I don't know what I'm good at."
"There's plenty you're good at," huffed Quaritch from across the camp. The Colonel had his back to them in the darkness, focused on the perimeter of the clearing. Spider felt a soft rush of warmth pool in his chest, but he quickly pressed it down.
"Yeah," Wainfleet said. "You're top notch little punk, for starters!"
Spider punched the corporal's shoulder, hard, which earned nothing more than a chuckle from the amused Wainfleet.
"I could pull your tswin so hard right now..." he grumbled.
"You're smart, good with your hands..." Ja offered unexpectedly.
"Don't inflate his ego, Ja," Zdinarsk groaned, finally joining the conversation as well.
"You could make a good medic."
For the second time in as many minutes, Spider felt a blush spread through his cheeks at Ja's calm praise. "Nah, I'm no Tsa'hik."
"Okay, but good with people though. You care a lot."
"Okay... this is getting weird," Spider cringed. He had no idea the squad's medic saw him in such high regard.
"Agreed," Wainfleet echoed, but not before Quaritch returned from his sweep of the camp, taking off his AR and resting it carefully near his pack.
Spider watched the Colonel as he strolled over relaxedly, taking a seat next to Spider on the warm moss. He appreciated that the man left enough space between them so that it wasn't awkward.
"You coulda been anything you wanted," the man huffed. The rest of the camp suddenly became extremely interested in field stripping their weapons or rummaging around for supplies. "You were robbed."
The weight of his words seemed to bear down on Quaritch. His voice was low and full of regret. He was probably blaming himself for the whole thing.
"I know it seems like that to you," Spider began, adjusting himself on the ground so he was a little further away from the recom. "But I was happy with my life."
Spider's use of the past tense hung in the air like a mist of bellsprig spores.
"Spider-" Quaritch extended a hand, but Spider shrugged it off quickly. He shuffled further away, hugging his legs and resting his chin on his knees. This only seemed to trigger Quaritch. He exhaled gruffly, nodding his acceptance of Spider's actions, but his voice told a different story. "I'm sorry I've let this happen to you."
They both knew he wasn't talking about taking Spider into RDA custody.
Anger boiled up inside of Spider - hot and volatile, so much all at once that he didn't know how to control it. "Txanfwìngtu! Vonvä’!" Hot licks of fury bubbled up his throat, bringing the profanity with it. "Pxasìk... Are you serious?!" He glared at Quaritch, breathless.
Quaritch didn't return the look, instead staring ahead stonily, confirming to Spider that he was set in his beliefs.
"Fuck you."
Quaritch smiled grimly, clearly trying to contain his own anger now.
"You think I'm a complete victim in this! You think that because you died I'm just a charity case. Well guess what? You dying was that best thing that could have happened to me. I think about going back to Earth now, and I shudder. Fuck you for thinking otherwise!" He leapt to his feet and stormed towards one of the larger trees, swinging himself up to make his bed for the night in one of the branches before Quaritch could respond. His heart was pounding, his mind racing with all the things he still wanted to shout into Quaritch's face. If he wouldn't literally die, he'd rip his damn mask off and tear through the forest faster than he'd ever moved in his life. He knew they'd never find him again without the tracker. He growled furiously into the night, slamming his head back against the bark of the tree. He'd put enough distance between himself and the squad so that he was out of sight, and probably too high to be heard either. He could just picture Quaritch checking the tablet to make sure he wasn't doing a runner.
This is how it was between them. Just when Spider thought Quaritch was beginning to understand him, he went and got proven completely wrong. Quaritch was an asshole, and Spider hated him.
Angry tears slipped down inside his mask as he realised why he was so angry. It was so unfair. Why did he have to hate the one man he was supposed to feel so differently about?
#miles spider socorro#miles quaritch#recom quaritch#avatar the way of water#avatar 2#atwow#spider socorro#recom squad#deja blue#1st recom squad#my stuff#ask
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Besides yourself, who would you say was the most competent person in the recom squad?
"In my honest opinion, we are the best of the best! As marines and; Navi, we are the most formidable outfit on Earth and Pandora." Miles explained without regretting his words, as all were true in his mind.
"Now, if I have to single out my blue brothers and sisters. It would be wrong of me not to give credit where credit is due, Wainfleet is my 1st officer, and I would not give the honor to any other. From the start he had my back, and without him, we would not be where we are now."
#closed responce#navi!miles#miles quaritch#colonel miles quaritch#{No spoilers. I am doing my best to not answer these with spoilers.}#lyle wainfleet
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busy making an ambient playlist inspired by the 1st recom squad...a lot of it is just tracks from westworld because that soundtrack just speaks existential crisis and peole waking up from their programming, which is exactly how i imagine the squad. they're all quietly stewing about being brought back from the dead
Wow! I love that! I’ve never watched westworld but I plan to. If you need help finding songs tell me, I might have some that might work 😙
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Heya 👀💅
Ok ok SO i got a little prompt if you’re interested. Just some really emotional character interaction 🥰
Imagine Spider getting hit in action while the recom group, in the dark forests of Pandora, was trying to fend against the hungry, desperate wildlife (maybe a pack of starving viperwolves). The recombinants hear Spider yelp and then turn around to see him holding his side, blood oozing from between his fingers.
Quaritch’s paternal instincts are going completely haywire because this is a parent’s worst nightmare, and as the squad chases away the remaining predators, Ja tends to the kid and contracts Bridgehead to send a ship to a closer location where they could meet up.
What follows is an agonisingly long hour of flying on the ikran as Spider gets progressively more delirious, digging his nails into Miles’s arm and sobbing as he turns into the softest dad ever because this might the last time they speak (it’s not, he gets help and survives obv but it’s the ✨panic✨ that matters 😈)
Oh god imagine Spider going “Dad…’m cold…”
Tagging you @hyperfixatedfandomer
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Gunfire fell like rain around him. Spider’s breath caught in his throat as each round fired past him - mini explosions detonating in his ears. The moss was cool underfoot and the bark was rough against his back, but Spider wasn’t aware of any of it crouching for protection behind the tree trunk. Shouts from the recoms and yelps from the enraged viperwolfs filled his ears as he hid from the line of fire, desperately hoping that the creatures would retreat - knowing they wouldn’t.
The squad had unknowingly disturbed a pack of them when Fike decided to try hunting a nearby yerik. He’d been unaware that the animal was also being stalked by a pack that hadn’t eaten in days, vicious for their meal. Unable to fend the whole pack off by himself, Fike had run back to camp for back up, leading them straight to the sleeping campmates. Without his bow, and mixed up in the stench of RDA equipment and clothing, the wolves hadn’t been able to distinguish Spider as a friend amongst foes. And so he was gasping for breath, hidden from the recoms and also, he hoped, the wolves.
A pause in the gunfire made Spider look behind him.
“Spread out!” Quaritch shouted.
“Push left, they’re circling round…” That sounded like Prager.
He considered running out from the tree and back to the centre of camp, but just then, the familiar gleam of yellow eyes in the dark stilled him. The reflective orbs belonged to a female viperwolf, twenty feet away and stalking him, pressed low to the ground. She was getting slowly closer, her gaze locked on him. Her mouth was curled in a snarl and slobbering hungrily. Spider didn’t have long. She was going to attack.
He had a split second to decide, knowing that if he stayed where he was, he would be nantang food for sure. Fear swelled in his stomach, manifesting in his quicker breaths and sweaty palms. For a moment, he stared at the animal, and the animal stared back, before he threw himself off the grass and out from the tree, intending to sprint back to camp and get behind someone with a gun.
Then, several things happened at once. He caught sight of Quaritch and the rest of the squad, rifles raised and fingers on triggers, trained on the treeline - right where he was. He just met eyes with the Colonel before he felt it. A ripping, searing, bolting pain straight through his side.
The world stilled. He felt sick.
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#miles spider socorro#spider socorro#miles quaritch#recom quaritch#avatar the way of water#avatar 2#avatar fanfic#atwow#1st recom squad#recom ja#colonel quaritch#recom fike#recom zdinarsk#avatar spider#my stuff#oneshot
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Am I the only one who thinks that if Deja Blue met Spider for the first time (in modern au) they would immediately start spoil him and make up for the years of absence, they would be like "buy yourself some ice cream or some candy" gives him $900
Spider: *being 100% sure they are mafia members* 😧
Them: Not enough? Keep 300 more bucks - but stop trying to give it back thats for you kid wtf is wrong with you
You’re absolutely right of course!! They love their colonel so by association they want to look out for and spoil spider rotten. I love the relationship between the recoms and spider when it’s obvious that they’re only connected through Quaritch 😭 it’s like the recoms are in competition or see who spider will like the most 😭😭
He 100% would believe they’re working for the mafia, or perhaps the illuminati, but 🤷🏼♂️ he’s not about to complain 🤷🏼♂️
#miles spider socorro#miles quaritch#colonel quaritch#recom squad#1st recom squad#avatar the way of water#avatar 2#atwow#awow
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