Chapter 1: The Commander:
Korra woke up in her apartment in Republic City; it was shining bright in her window and the air was clean.
Yawning, she scratched her head and looked at her left side; Asami was still sleeping soundly. She looked to her right and Lotus, the otherworldly Vizard and lover of Korra AND Asami, was snoring, his body in a strange position. Looking at the mess they caused the night before, it was a surprise that she had even woken up at all. Looking at the special toys that Asami made for her and Korra, Korra got out of bed and pulled some pajama pants on; slowly stretching her shapely legs, she walked into the bathroom and washed her face. Looking into the mirror, she saw her face; seeing it much more beautiful than before was a sight to behold.
There was a knock on her apartment door. "Coming," she exclaimed tiredly, walking to the door.
Opening it, she saw a tall man in his late thirties with a buzzed haircut and light stubble on his chin. His blue eyes were strong yet full of kindness and purpose. His strong body was dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt under a black and red leather jacket with the symbol N7 on the right side, positioned on the right upper torso. Wearing a pair of strange camo cargo pants with a pair of black combat boots, he had a strange gun on his right side.
He wasn't a robber; Korra could tell that much. Was he a soldier? But of what?
"Are you the Avatar?" asked the man. "Do I have the right place?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm Avatar Korra, Mr...?"
"Commander John Shepard of Alliance Navy," answered the man, saluting Korra. Korra was a bit startled by that; she never had anyone salute her before. "I have an urgent message from Admiral Steven Hackett. May I come in?"
"Uh..." Korra was a bit hesitant. This Shepard... Could he be trusted? Deciding to take a chance, she let Shepard in while saying, "Sure thing."
"Thank you. I promise this will be short." Sitting down on one of the couches, Shepard looked around her apartment with interest. "Nice place you have here," he commented as Korra made some coffee from one of the Earth Kingdom's coffee farms.
"It's enough for me, Lotus and Asami, but thanks." Pouring a cup, she asked Shepard, "Coffee, Commander?"
"Please; it's been a long trip from the Citadel. And just call me Shepard; everyone else does."
"Well then you can just call me Korra. Everyone else does." Walking to where Shepard was sitting, she proffered the steaming cup of delicious Omashu Roast coffee, to which Shepard took with a grateful smile. "Thanks."
"No problem." Sitting in the comfy chair across from him, she watched Shepard carefully as he sipped his coffee. Seeing that he was indeed on the level, she relaxed a bit. "This is really good," observed Shepard as he took another sip. "What kind of coffee is this?"
"It's Omashu Roast, grown in the farms near Omashu City. They're renowned for their pristine agriculture." Setting her mug on the coffee table, she asked the question that had been nagging at her since Shepard first opened his mouth. "Why are you here, Commander? You mentioned Alliance Navy and an Admiral Hackett."
Setting his cup onto the table, Shepard exhaled slowly. "To put it straight, Korra," he explained, looking Korra straight in the eye, "I'm from another world entirely. The Council recently discovered your world and the civilizations upon it. However, there is a separatist group that has been formed through the union of various rebellions and terrorist groups, all joining together under one banner. We believe that your world would be a prime target for this new powerhouse in our galaxy simply because of the powerful beings you call 'benders' here." Looking around as if they were being watched, he added, "Look, Korra, I don't think the Council is telling us everything we need to know. As they usually do, I feel like they're holding back more information than they want us to know. Hackett and I are doing everything we can to get them to come clean, but in the meantime, we have contacted the leaders of your world in order to hold a war summit with our leaders. I'm required to be a moderator and you, being the Avatar and thus representing all the nations, have been required to attend as my co-moderator in the war summit, as well."
"What? I'm not even 21!" Outraged, Korra shot up and added, "Why do I of all people have to moderate a political event?!"
"I don't like it either. To be honest, Korra, when the Reapers were around, I had to play in politics in order to unite the galaxy together, and frankly, I just barely united all the races of the known galaxy together. I'm a soldier, not a politician. And you're a fighter, not a diplomat. But I think that's exactly what this summit needs: Non-politicians who can make these leaders work together." Shepard got up with his cup in hand and Korra did the same. "The summit is three days from now. We'll be moving troops and supplies into various important cities around your world, including Republic City; we'll be setting up planetary defenses with our fleets and ground and air defenses with infantry, artillery and fortifications. I suggest you get yourself ready."
"Korra?" Asami, half-naked with only an opened robe that exposed her underwear, appeared in the doorway, confused at this strange man in their apartment.
Shepard finished his coffee and handed the empty mug to Korra. "Thanks for the coffee; it was delicious. Until Thursday." Saluting Korra again, he nodded at Asami and walked out of the apartment.
As the door shut behind him, Asami walked to Korra with a suspicious look on her face. "Babe? Who was that?"
"It's not important right now."
"Oh?" Grabbing her crotch with a strong hand, she made Korra gasp in surprise. Whispering in her ear, she replied, "I'll make you tell me. You know I can."
"You'll have to do better than that," smirked Korra, sliding the robe off her smooth shoulders and letting it fall onto the floor with a soft thump.
Undoing her bra strap, Asami pulled Korra's bra off and grabbed her left breast tightly, making Korra moan. "Don't worry. I'll make you talk."
Kissing her lips passionately, Asami pulled Korra down onto the couch.
This will be a new series! Why is the Council so interested? What aren't they telling our heroes? And who exactly IS this new threat? Stay tuned!
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