All the humans, except for the ones that had sided with the Na'vi, were forced to return to Earth. The air was hot and humid and thick clouds heavy with rain gathered as the last ship disappears into the clouds. The armed crowd slowly dispersed, the Na'vi gladly returning borrowed equipment to the remaining humans. It won't be long before the jungle would once again heal and reclaim the machinery now sitting idle beyond the fence. Rae was another matter entirely. Hurt and mistrust ran deep which was fueled by hatred and grief. So many were lost in the attack, they needed to be found and buried. Especially, her childhood friend. The image of his impaled body still fresh in her mind. She turned and walked away not liking the unnatural feel of the blackness under her feet. Once she was pass the fence line, she ran, tears blurred her vision as she worked her way out of the human's zone. She brushed them away with the back of her hand and vaulted into the air, she grabbed the thick limbs of a tree and hauled herself up. She climbed with ease until she was in the lower canopy, she paused and took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She was done crying, it was time to find her friend and give him the proper burial she could. Rae looked toward the fallen Hometree and the horrific memories she had to face there. She felt as ready as she could ever be. She silently prayed for strength before running along the thick branch and leaping to the next three. Every third tree, she would stop and take in the surroundings. Just like old times, only there was no goofy laughter or smart comment. She frowned and shook her head, looking to the future was all she had right now. Travis questioned his existence on Pandora. Many of the scientists, including him, worried about food and other resources that generally came with the transport ships on a yearly bases. He figured they would have to pull their heads out of their specializations to figure out how to run headquarters. Despite living on a different world, he wasn't exactly good with computer interfaces beyond his own programs. He stood in the now empty control room, most of the programs were more or less on autopilot. Something blinking on the edge of the larger display caught his eye, he squinted as he moved toward the flashing light. It meant nothing to him, shook his head. His name was called and he left the control room toward the meeting of those who remain. Assignments were given to shut down unnecessary rooms, gather property and return it to the storage units. A few were given inventory duty in the stuffy cargo rooms. Travis was given the task of gathering information on the plants and expected harvest. That was easy for him, he had all that information on his section of the garden. He had only to find the other crew members notes. Once in the bio lab, he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and rolled up his dirty sleeves as he wandered about until he found the tablet he was searching for. After a few tries, he was able to log on. Focused on his typing, he leaned toward the counter, misjudging the distance. Travis yelped when his hip and elbow made contact with the floor, the tablet bounced from his hand. He groaned and rose to his feet, glancing around to make sure no one saw him. He scooped up the tablet and frowned at the broken screen. "Blasted thing," he growled, dropping it on the counter. "We can fly millions of miles through space but can't have shattered proof screens." Travis rubbed his palms over his face and let out a breath. He rubbed the back of his neck for a few moments as he hunted down another tablet. He decided to go with a computer top sitting at a desk. The chair creaked as he eased his fatigued body into it. His fingers danced over the keys and soon he had the information he sought. He rubbed his chin as he leaned back in the chair, deep in thought.