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A/N: This is massively AU. The main character is an OFC.

Pretty, I thought as I stood at the view port, staring at the world below me, what do we blow up first? Behind me, Father's minions marched past on their important duties and somewhere nearby my cousins began another shouting match. I tucked my life support helmet under my arm and continued my walk through the familiar corridors of Father's ship, headed for the bridge. As I approached the open hatch, I could hear my father's most trusted general speaking. "Sir, there are three students of the Wind Ninja Academy unaccounted for."

My steps faltered, What was going on? I took a deep breath, resisted the urge to smooth down my hair and stepped onto the bridge. "Father," I said, walking around his pretentious captain's chair, trying not to stare at the latest additions to the 'Throne of Doom'. "I have returned."

Father, in his full war regalia, smiled, "Finally, someone who is actually competent." He stood up and stepped down.

I stepped back, "No hugging in regalia," I told him, "it pokes in all the wrong places."

"Of course," Father replied.

"Why did you recall me?" I asked, "I was graduating in a month anyway."

"Because," Father said, he stepped up to one of the bridge panels and created a holographic representation of Earth, "it is time."

"Time for what?" I asked, "Because I could seriously be in navigation right now, you know, actually learning something."

"It is time for me to exact my revenge on the Wind Ninja Academy for their exile." Father replied.

"Oh," I replied, I shifted my helmet, "What does that have to do with the cost of jet fuel on Eltare?"

"Raven," Father said, he turned and slung his arm over my shoulder. I tried not to flinch, because, really, body arm was not comfortable, no matter how many layers were between you and it. "I need your help." He leaned over and grabbed a datapad, slipping it into my hand.

I read the written message on it and nodded slightly, "Tell me what I can do to help," I said, erasing the message.

"Excellent," Father declared turning away, arms lifted. I turned to watch him, glancing at Zurgane from the corner of my eye. "We must find the missing Wind Ninjas," Father said, taking his seat, "And then, we will achieve our victory."

I saluted moments before Zurgane did, letting a smirk creep on to my lips as I listened to Father. I am, after all, Lothor's daughter.