Scene: UN Peace & Sovereignty Forum – Geneva, Earth, Year 2025
Jake Sully steps to the podium, his voice steady, his presence undeniable. Behind him, the flags of sovereign Indigenous nations flutter alongside Earth’s official banners. The weight of generations—forgotten treaties, broken promises, and stolen futures—hangs heavy in the air.
Jake looks directly into the camera, as if speaking to just one man:
Jake Sully:
Your Majesty, King Charles III,
Let me be clear.
We don’t want violence.
We don’t want blood in the streets, drones in the sky, or more names etched into memorials.
What we want… is justice.
What we want… is the Indian Trust Fund money.
The money your governments collected from lands they seized, from oil they pumped, from trees they cut,
while our communities drank poisoned water and watched our languages die.
Jake holds up a ceremonial staff carved with the names of lost nations, then sets it gently against the podium.
Jake Sully:
You want to be seen as a modern monarch?
Start by doing what your ancestors never had the courage to do:
Pay the debt.
Not with words, not with commemorative plaques—
But with real, measurable reparations.
We’re not asking for a war.
We’re asking for a potlatch,
a feast of restoration.
We want our elders to eat.
We want our children to dream again—
in their own language,
on their own land,
with roofs that don’t leak and water that won’t kill them.
Jake (firm now):
We don’t need Buckingham Palace to fall.
We just need the trust returned.
If you can’t write the cheque,
then maybe you never had the right to wear the crown.
He pauses. The crowd listens in absolute silence.
Jake Sully:
Don’t mistake our peace for weakness.
The rifles? They’re printed now.
The resistance? It’s networked.
But we still believe peace is possible—
if you believe in accountability.
So, King Charles…
Give back what was held in trust.
Or history will remember that you had the chance—
and chose silence instead.
Jake steps away. The staff gleams behind him. The world waits for a royal answer.