EXT. BARNAUL - DAY We pan to the street, and we see a red 2019 Camaro as it parks in a nearby parking spot. The driver, Mike Veselov, 20 years old, steps out of the car with a confident swagger. He adjusts his sunglasses and catches a glimpse of Kirill in the distance. He is wearing a black and blue jacket.
EXT. BARNAUL - DAY We pan to the street, and we see a red 2019 Camaro as it parks in a nearby parking spot. The driver, Mike Veselov, 20 years old, steps out of the car with a confident swagger. He adjusts his sunglasses and catches a glimpse of Kirill in the distance. He is wearing a black and blue jacket.
EXT. BARNAUL - DAY We pan to the street, and we see a red 2019 Camaro as it parks in a nearby parking spot. The driver, Mike Veselov, 20 years old, steps out of the car with a confident swagger. He adjusts his sunglasses and catches a glimpse of Kirill in the distance.
EXT. BARNAUL - DAY We pan to the street, and we see a red 2019 Camaro as it parks in a nearby parking spot. The driver, Mike Veselov, 20 years old, steps out of the car with a confident swagger. He adjusts his sunglasses and catches a glimpse of Kirill in the distance.
EXT. BARNAUL - DAY Text: Barnaul. Music playing: Basta - Sansara. The orange rising sun shines brightly over the bustling outskirts of Barnaul. People walk along the streets, going about their daily activities, while cars honk and navigate through the busy traffic. Kirill Mikhailovich Andreev, 30s-40s, formerly a journalist, currently one of the twelve Keepers of Belovodie, walks briskly through the crowd with a determined look on his face. His eyes scan the surroundings, taking in every detail as if searching for something specific. The sound of his footsteps is drowned out by the song. We pan to the street, and we see a red 2019 Camaro as it parks in a nearby parking spot. The driver, Mike Veselov, 20 years old, steps out of the car with a confident swagger. He adjusts his sunglasses and catches a glimpse of Kirill in the distance.
EXT. BARNAUL - DAY Text: Barnaul. Music playing: Basta - Sansara. The orange rising sun shines brightly over the bustling outskirts of Barnaul. People walk along the streets, going about their daily activities, while cars honk and navigate through the busy traffic. Kirill Mikhailovich Andreev, 30s-40s, formerly a journalist, currently one of the twelve Keepers of Belovodie, walks briskly through the crowd with a determined look on his face. His eyes scan the surroundings, taking in every detail as if searching for something specific. The sound of his footsteps is drowned out by the song. We pan to the street, and we see a red 2019 Camaro as it parks in a nearby parking spot. The driver, Mike Veselov, 20 years old, steps out of the car with a confident swagger. He adjusts his sunglasses and catches a glimpse of Kirill in the distance.
EXT. BARNAUL - DAY Text: Barnaul. Music playing: Basta - Sansara. The orange rising sun shines brightly over the bustling outskirts of Barnaul. People walk along the streets, going about their daily activities, while cars honk and navigate through the busy traffic. Kirill Mikhailovich Andreev, 30s-40s, formerly a journalist, currently one of the twelve Keepers of Belovodie, walks briskly through the crowd with a determined look on his face. His eyes scan the surroundings, taking in every detail as if searching for something specific. The sound of his footsteps is drowned out by the song. We pan to the street, and we see a red 2019 Camaro as it parks in a nearby parking spot. The driver, Mike Veselov, 20 years old, steps out of the car with a confident swagger. He adjusts his sunglasses and catches a glimpse of Kirill in the distance.
EXT. BARNAUL - DAY Text: Barnaul. Music playing: Basta - Sansara. The orange rising sun shines brightly over the bustling outskirts of Barnaul. People walk along the streets, going about their daily activities, while cars honk and navigate through the busy traffic. Kirill Mikhailovich Andreev, 30s-40s, formerly a journalist, currently one of the twelve Keepers of Belovodie, walks briskly through the crowd with a determined look on his face. His eyes scan the surroundings, taking in every detail as if searching for something specific. The sound of his footsteps is drowned out by the song. We pan to the street, and we see a red 2019 Camaro as it parks in a nearby parking spot. The driver, Mike Veselov, 20 years old, steps out of the car with a confident swagger. He adjusts his sunglasses and catches a glimpse of Kirill in the distance.
Mike and Astrid look at the TV again... NEWS REPORTER 5 (On TV) This hasn't come without its fair share of opposers, one of which was a prominent human rights activist, a Na'vi, by the name of Xenonya te Yamikll Tewwawo'ite, who argued that the decision would be a mistake. She holds partial responsibility for evacuating the cities in Altai.
Mike and Astrid look at the TV again... NEWS REPORTER 5 (On TV) This hasn't come without its fair share of opposers, one of which was a prominent human rights activist, a Na'vi, by the name of Xenonya te Yamikll Tewwawo'ite, who argued that the decision would be a mistake. She holds partial responsibility for evacuating the cities in Altai.
Blue skinned woman with black hair, and green eyes in agent costume (black jacket, tie, jeans and all), inside a public area. Mike and Astrid look at the TV again... NEWS REPORTER 5 (On TV) This hasn't come without its fair share of opposers, one of which was a prominent human rights activist, a Na'vi, by the name of Xenonya te Yamikll Tewwawo'ite, who argued that the decision would be a mistake. She holds partial responsibility for evacuating the cities in Altai.
Blue skinned woman with black hair, and green eyes in agent costume (black jacket, tie, jeans and all), inside a public area. Mike and Astrid look at the TV again... NEWS REPORTER 5 (On TV) This hasn't come without its fair share of opposers, one of which was a prominent human rights activist, a Na'vi, by the name of Xenonya te Yamikll Tewwawo'ite, who argued that the decision would be a mistake. She holds partial responsibility for evacuating the cities in Altai.
Blue skinned woman with black hair, and green eyes in agent costume (black jacket, tie, jeans and all), inside a public area. XENONYA Dutch, stop! (speaks faux German, mixed with Na'vi) Ftang, Dutch! Shtop!
Blue skinned woman with black hair, and green eyes in agent costume (black jacket, tie, jeans and all), inside a public area. XENONYA Dutch, stop! (speaks faux German, mixed with Na'vi) Ftang, Dutch! Shtop!
Blue skinned woman with black hair, and green eyes in agent costume. XENONYA Dutch, stop! (speaks faux German, mixed with Na'vi) Ftang, Dutch! Shtop!
Blue skinned woman with black hair, and green eyes in agent costume. XENONYA Dutch, stop! (speaks faux German, mixed with Na'vi) Ftang, Dutch! Shtop!
XENONYA Dutch, stop! (speaks faux German, mixed with Na'vi) Ftang, Dutch! Shtop!
XENONYA Dutch, stop! (speaks faux German, mixed with Na'vi) Ftang, Dutch! Shtop!
XENONYA in a bioluminescent jungle, beneath floating mountains
XENONYA in a bioluminescent jungle, beneath floating mountains
XENONYA (blue-skinned Na'vi with green eyes, black hair with gray T-shirt) looked up at the floating mountains above the jungle, along with a tree that lights up from within
XENONYA (blue-skinned Na'vi with green eyes, black hair with gray T-shirt) looked up at the floating mountains above the jungle, along with a tree that lights up from within
XENONYA (Na'vi with human clothes) looked up at the floating mountains above the jungle, along with a tree that lights up from within
XENONYA (Na'vi with human clothes) looked up at the floating mountains above the jungle, along with a tree that lights up from within
XENONYA (Na'vi with human clothes) looked up at the floating mountains above the jungle, along with a tree that lights up from within
XENONYA (Na'vi with human clothes) looked up at the floating mountains above the jungle, along with a tree that lights up from within
XENONYA (Na'vi female in human clothes) standing hesitantly at the border of the Na’vi and human cultures, surrounded by lush jungle and mechanical structures
XENONYA (Na'vi female in human clothes) standing hesitantly at the border of the Na’vi and human cultures, surrounded by lush jungle and mechanical structures
XENONYA standing hesitantly at the border of the Na’vi and human cultures, surrounded by lush jungle and mechanical structures
XENONYA standing hesitantly at the border of the Na’vi and human cultures, surrounded by lush jungle and mechanical structures
A representation of XENONYA's journey, beginning with her abduction and ending with her integration between human and Na'vi culture
A representation of XENONYA's journey, beginning with her abduction and ending with her integration between human and Na'vi culture
A representation of XENONYA's journey, beginning with her abduction and ending with her integration between human and Na'vi culture
XENONYA I never told you this before. You were not the first person to have moved me here. Years ago, the RDA's Ambassador program abducted Na'vi children in an attempt to raise them as if they were humans and turn them against their own species. But when the facility was attacked during the Pandoran War, the RDA ordered the execution of the children. The children were rescued by their teacher, who put the group of children in cryosleep. I was one of them. Then, years later, I woke to being the last of the Sarentu, and viewed as an outsider. I took my time to reconnect with my heritage, and I felt a deep sense of longing to understand both the Na'vi and human perspectives, both goods and bads. It was through this curiosity that I eventually crossed paths with you, someone who could bridge the gap between these two worlds.
XENONYA I never told you this before. You were not the first person to have moved me here. Years ago, the RDA's Ambassador program abducted Na'vi children in an attempt to raise them as if they were humans and turn them against their own species. But when the facility was attacked during the Pandoran War, the RDA ordered the execution of the children. The children were rescued by their teacher, who put the group of children in cryosleep. I was one of them. Then, years later, I woke to being the last of the Sarentu, and viewed as an outsider. I took my time to reconnect with my heritage, and I felt a deep sense of longing to understand both the Na'vi and human perspectives, both goods and bads. It was through this curiosity that I eventually crossed paths with you, someone who could bridge the gap between these two worlds.
INT. MANSION - DAY Mike's friend, independently rich Na'vi former special agent Xenonya te Yamikll Tewwawo'ite, is having an interview for SolovievLive in her mansion.
INT. MANSION - DAY Mike's friend, independently rich Na'vi former special agent Xenonya te Yamikll Tewwawo'ite, is having an interview for SolovievLive in her mansion.