Here we go. let me know what you guys think

Also i'll take a pause to try and do some work on my other storys, really firggen behind. damn my 5 second attention span.

EDIT: DOH! i made the ammunition as big as the ship!

"Exiting FTL in 84 seconds." An Ensign chimed in the command bridge at the nose of the Ba Sing Se class heavy cruiser Spring Wind.

Rear Admiral Norebank stood in the center over seeing the command of the ship. Banks of computers each with an Ensign in front of them watching the readings stretched before him.

"Something troubling you Rear Admiral?" Norebank turned to face Avatar Kelin who had walked behind him.

The tall man had a snow white beard and hair. He looked ancinet, though that was decpetive, with his steel staff alone he could metal bend the crusier into a pretzel.

"A little sir. Last communication we got said they was some kind of confict."

"Everthing happens for a reason Admiral." Kelin commented "We shall see how this plays out. How ever I trust the men on the ground to not start anything. Merly finish it if it is started."

"I wish I could share you confidnce sir." Norebank commented.

"Exiting FTL in 15 seconds."

"We shall find out soon enough." Kelin commented.

With a slightly jarring sensation the Cruiser dropped from FTL.

The planet was below them, and before them?

A Cruiser of some kind.

"That must be the ship of the people we engaged." Norebank commented. "Begin broad cast: first contact package one." Made by the best linguistics from Ba Sing Se University and the University of the United Republic of Nations (U-URN) the first contact package was designed to make learning a language easy and simply, in theory it had never been used before.

SHIFT
The Batarian Raider (as the STG intelligence called it) class cruiser was a well-built piece of shit.

Compared to a Turian ship of similar weight class the Raider was inferior in almost ever respect, save one, cargo room for captured slaves.

Because of the room that had to be put away for the 'cargo' the ships main gun was inferior to anything in their weight class.

But in its role off a slaver and raider it was ideal. Also, a hidden facet of the ship allowed it to win in conflicts with lager ships.

The slaves onboard. Only a few race were willing to kill them to destroy the ship allowing the ship to fight back and win forcing enemies to board it to win. An extraordinarily hard task in modern space combat. As they knew it.

Captain Yulmin growled. The ground team had been away far too long. It had been over a day since they last had contact, and he was worried. The longer they stayed the more likely the Turians were to arrive.

Then a sensor blared a warning as a cruiser sized ship left FTL almost thousand kilometers in front of them.

Crewmembers began to work sensor boards as soon as possible.

Something was off though; Yulmin could tell that right away, a Turian ship would have started guns blazing trying to score a stunning blow or sending a warning.

Instead an odd signal of gibberish was being transmitted across the radio spectrum.

"Some one shut that off." Yulmin ordered first. When the gibberish stopped being piped though the speakers he gave his second command.

"Now what kind of ship is that?" He pivoted away from the main view screen to a holo-projecter. The scan information was being piped in and in a few moments the computer would compile it together to form the ship's image.

The image the formed was the oddest ship he head ever seen.

458 meters long by, 68 meters wide, it was long shaped roughly like a box with a bulk on the rear the was the enignes. Also it had odd ridges of interlock plates across the side, it looked like a combination of battle ship and a temple.

"That, thing, can't be a warship." Yulmin concluded, other officers did the same. Too, odd looking, and there did not even appear to be a spinal gun mount.

"Orders sir?" a crew mate asked. Yulmin looked at the ship again, that much detain work, could be a passenger liner. He licking his lips greedily. "Lets take it."

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"The vessel is turning toward us." A Ensign said.

"All hands go to battle stations." Norebank ordered a wailing klaxon blared sending any one not already there to there stations.

"Torpedos?" he asked.

"All loaded portside." A Ensign confirmed, a second piped up. "All loaded starboard."

"Damage control?"

"All teams at there stations." An ensign called back.

"We are as ready as we will ever get." Norebank commented.

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"Main gun in range in T-minus 12 seconds." Yulmin nodded at the computer confermaion."

"On command fire." He said.

"T-minus 5,4,3,2,1 main gun in range."

As soon as the VI had insturcted that the gun was in range Yulmin had it fired.

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A blare of blue light fired and impacted the sheilds.

"Shields down to 90!"

"Fireing solution: Plotted! Portside battery requests permission to fire at will!"

"Permission granted." Norebank ordered.

Across the port of the ship torpeddo doors slid open and 25 meter long rockets with a three meter diamtier, were lunched.

The rockets were popped free of the ship at a reltivly low speed, but then the rocket fully kicked to life once they had thrown them selves clear and then they accelrated to reach the mach 40

In the Torepdo bay teams of water benders went to work useing hydrolic force to work pistons to get the next volley into place.

Back on the command bridge Ensigns gave this information to Norebank. "Torpeods away, ETA 45 seconds. ETA to next volley, 15 seconds."

The main gun of the now hostile ship roared again.

"Sheilds down to 78 percent!"

SHIFT

The enemy ship so far seemed to be running away.

It had yet to present it main gun at them, if it had one, or close to use it smaller ones. It was just running across there beam.

Good for them we could shoot them more. Yulmin chuckled. The ships side ripped again another flare of sparks from it side, fireworks or somthing? Hell if he knew.

A few seconds later, eactly 15. The HE-KI (high explosvie kentic impactor) impacted.

The armor pirceing warhead (made from steel shaped into a cone with ridges of depleated uranium. The whole thing harded and formed by expert metal benders into one solid piece) slamed into the ship shielding, and the instant stop triggered the high explosvie that was most of the payload, throwing the steel forward, and this time it was inside the sheild envolope.

The steel armor pentraing cone roared forward impacting the hull hard, cracking and sending fragment though space.

15 seconds later, volley two impacted.

30 seconds later, volley three impacted.

45 second later, vollety four impacted breaking the sheilds by timing the explosive to go off before they hit the sheilds.

60 seconds later volley five impacted, diging into the hull then exloading driveing the massive armor pentrating cones into the hull of the ship.

SHIFT

"All torepdos batterys, Cease fire." Norebank ordered. Stick a fork in it, that ship was done.

"Ready boarding teams." As the went out he turned to avatar Kelin "Do you wish to join them."

"No, I have a task on the planet if you recall. The sooner I get down there, the sooner we can begin to communicate."

"Docking bay!" he orderd. "Prepare a shuttle."

"Thank you Norebank, I wish you good fortunit."

"Thank you Avatar, I dobut we will need it though." Norebank replyed.

Kelin shook his head saddly and walked away. "I have one of those nagging suspicsion, somthing is wrong."

The ship was large, but the hanger bay was not that far from the bridge so it did not take all that long for Kelin to get to the bay.

Hanging in mid air in the center of the bay was both the boarding shuttles and the landing shuttles.

The land shuttle had an angular hull shaped like a very large sedan, even though it was three times as large. Where the wheels were suppose to be, and out of the center of the frame, though there were struts that supported a pair of counter rotating helicopter blades, for at total of 12 blades on six struts.

The boarding shuttle on the other hand was shaped like a elbow leach, expect it did not stick to elbows.

The front of the round tube had grippers to latch onto the ship, and then a metal bender had to rip though the metal. All together it was large enough for 14 men, four of which had to be fire benders to propel the thing.

The shuttles were already loaded and they were waiting for him.

"Avatar!" a pilot shouted from the landing shuttle a gang way was extended from a wall and hooked up with the shuttle so the rest of his bodyguard had to be there already.

"Were ready to depart!"

Gathering the air under him he jumped up to the gang plant, ignoring the elevator and wrap around cat walk around the room landing on the 13 meter high plank with ease.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." The pilot nodded and went to the pilot seat at the far end of the shuttle.

Unlike the boarding shuttle, which opened on the side, only the back of the landing shuttle opened, the pilot sat in the front.

Entering he nodded to his escorts who had beaten him here.

"You always late." Salk muttered.

"The Avatar is never early nor late, he always arrives exactly when he needs to." Kelin commented and sat down next to her.

"The Avatar is going to have his ass kicked if he does not arrive on time." She countered sharply. "We five minutes late, therefore the boarding team is five minutes late."

Kelin chuckled "Relax Salk, I know you frustrated but taking it out on my will not help things."

"Easy for you to say." She snapped back "I should be on paid leave tanning on a beach back on earth."

"Indeed, well I am glad they cut you leave short. For what it's worth I can think of few individuals I rather work with then you." she snorted and drew one of her ceremonial, but still functional, battle fans and started to sharpen the edge.

"I could be drinking Sake on a beach and your glad I'm here." She scoffed and stayed silent for the rest of the drop.

Alarm klaxons blared and the bay was soon emptied of life. Then the air was pumped out and in a few minutes, the bay had no air either.

Then the bottom of the bay slide open unlike like a clam as two armor plates folded away from each other. The landing shuttle and twin boarding shuttles fell toward the planet until they were away from the ship.

With a flash of fire bending the boarding shuttles peeled away to the defeated alien ship.

The landing craft fell toward the planet picking up speed until it reach the point which it could safely fall from any height without friction burn making it burn up like a meteor. At which point mass effect field activatesand it would fall no faster.

Even though the mass effect fields one could feel the shuttle shudder as the atmosphere thicken around it.

This would take a couple hours before they were low enough for the rotator to catch on the air.

Kelin reached into a pocket on his robes and drew a small book with a blue gemstone set into the cover.

"What are you reading sir?" an inquisitive escort said.

"You read conspiracy theories much?" surprised the escort shook her head.

"Just as the president has a book form all previous presidents, so to does that avatar. Korra's idea, I quite like it, word direct from the last avatar."

"So, why are you reading it now?" She asked.

"I need to read up on something." He said cryptically.