Here they are... quite a bit of dialogue. I had fun with this. Left a few little suprises for ya. Enjoy!
Book 1, Chapter 2: "Two Riders Were Approaching"
"To bend is not to move water from point A to point B. To bend is to extend your soul outward and touch the mother Ocean, thus becoming one with it."
-Master Pakku, "Moon and Ocean: Waterbending for Tomorrow"
"The Fire Nation is not a nation of conquerors. We are simple businessmen, securing our... assets."
-Commander Zhao, "Glory: A Military History of the Fire Nation"
"For the last time, Katara, stop practicing that stupid magic and give me a hand," Sokka screamed at his sister.
Katara ignored him. She bent the water into an almost living ribbion of ocean; the auroras in the night sky brightened the water into an amazing display.
Sokka, looking up from his opus, screamed at Katara once more: "Get your lazy *** over here and help me."
Katara let her bending water crash down on the ice. She walked over to Sokka and his large anti-orbital cannon (from here on out called an AOC). The cannon was meant to be a measure of last resort against Fire Nation raids, but Sokka was modifying it for an offensive weapon.
"Those Flamers will never know what hit them." Sokka bragged from inside his AOC. "Use OUR moon for THEIR mines... they'll regret that move. Oh, and hand me the Philips..."
"You know, Sokka, we only have two rounds of ammunition for this... right?" Katara was always nagging Sokka about their supplies.
"We'll just work around that."
"We can't 'work around' everything, Sokka. We can't 'work around' having no food. We can't 'work around' having no supplies."
Sokka knew what Katara was implying. "We would never do that."
Katara clutched at her necklace, as she often did when this subject came up. "They've traded with other villages before. Gotten them food, even ammunition. We could get the same deal."
"I will never allow this village to trade our warriors for food. They'll just become slaves in their mines. That is what happened in the other villages." Sokka was dead serious. Ever since their mother died, the Fire Nation was a weighted subject.
In the distance, a Fire Nation warship was slowly descending towards the village spaceship docking bay. It was not as big as some others Katara and Sokka had seen, not nearly as big as the ones that were owned by the miners.
"If you won't do it, I will." Katara said as she leaped into the speeder, riding off towards the village, some 6 miles away.
Sokka had enough time to poke his head out of the flak gun. "Katara, wait!"
But she was gone.
Chapter 3:
Book 1, Chapter 3: "Tourists"
"To some, after Ba Sing Se, General Iroh had gone insane. But I think the man has found what really matters and grown wiser from that discovery."
-Admiral Jeong Jeong, "Unseen Success: Learning from Defeat at Ba Sing Se"
"For even the most advanced civilization, just barely surviving off the frozen tundra is a miracle. I'd say the Water Tribes' ability to thrive in the most brutal environments is a no accident. Any people that strong and that determined will change the world."
-Professor Zei, from his television show "Exploring the Universe with Prof. Zei"
Katara had arrived just in time to see the warship's hatch open. The entire village, all 50 individuals with the lone exception of Sokka, had gathered around the Fire Nation ship. An elderly man, wrinkled with age, stepped out with two bodyguards. Katara greeted him.
"Welcome to our village. What is your business?"
The wrinkled man spoke in a voice that sounded like anyone's grandfather. "We wish to acquire volunteers to help a tired old man explore the countryside." The old man motioned weakly towards the frozen wastelands that surrounded the village.
"You're a tourist?" Katara was mildly shocked. She had lead Earth Kingdom travel show hosts into the wastelands before, but never a citizen of the Fire Nation.
"What is wrong with an old man wanting to travel the known stars before he dies?" The old man made a good point.
"What are you offering to trade?" Katara got back to why she originally came here. They might not be the miners she was looking for, but they were rich.
"Maybe... some food? And a little support in the defense of this planet... four thousand AOC rounds perhaps?" The old man was talking like he read her mind.
Katara was convinced instantly. "I'll guide you through the wilderness personally. Which direction into it are you interested in?"
The old man brought out a map with a wide variety of coordinates on it. Katara got the feeling he was no tourist.
"Southeast, please. I hear the mountains there are beautiful."
Southeast? That is where a ship landed a few days ago, Katara thought. Oh well, can't be anything on the ship that is THAT important...
End of Chapter
Yup... four thousand rounds is alot of ammunition. Sokka will have fun with that.
I love writing this. Just sucks the AWS right out ofme. Helps with the BSGWS (Battlestar Galactica Withdrawal Syndrome) too.
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