Hello, sorry about the delay again (Probably sound like a broken record about now.) but now that I've started college there has been less and less time for this story. Also I was working on my Star Trek/ Battlestar Galactica mashup so that left even less time for this story. Needless to say my post are going to start getting few and far between until next summer. I don't own BSG or ATLA.
Chapter 9: reunions
Admiral Adama, President Laura Roslin, Colonel Tigh, and captan Karol Agathon were in the meeting room looking over the pictures of the resurrection hub.
"If we go in there on our own horse we won't last five minutes. But if we go in that baseship parked out there. They may not notice us for some time." Helo said.
"What do we fight with though? Their raiders are frakked." Colonel Tigh asked.
"We don't use theirs. We use ours. We take half of Galacticas viper wing."
"Half the wing?" Adama said.
"Exactly. We can sneak them in on the rebel baseship. Mr. Hoshi did some calculations from Racetracks photos. If we take out the FTL drive the hub will be stranded."
"We blow the hub and billions of skin jobs lose their bath privileges." Colonel Tigh said.
"Imagine. Once their gone they can't come back. Mortal enemies." Roslin said.
"Before we take out the hub, we'll need to get a team in there to unbox the Diannas." Hello said.
"Well what if we just don't. What if we just forget the gods dam boxing facility." Colonel Tigh suggested.
"You mean lie to the rebels." Adama responded.
"Why not, they lied to us. The skin jobs say their raiders won't fight because the final five is here? We tangled with those slit-eyed bastards for years and they never turned back before. Why now?"
"What if the cylons are telling the truth? What if the final five are here? I've already had Athena double check the cylon computers for earths coordinates. She said their story checks out. That the baseships' memory core became corrupted due to damage during the ambush. Which means the five could be our only hope of finding earth before the other cylons destroy it." Helo said.
"Even if they know the way, their not going to lead us there after we've just destroyed their resurrection capability." Roslin said.
"What if the five are different like the rebels are." Adama pointed out.
"What if their not? What if their sole purpose is to destroy us?"
"I say we just blow the whole gods dam thing to dust. Lock, stock, and barrel and trust in the presidents vision. Her scriptures, her way to earth." Tight said.
"Unfortunately I think captain Agathon is right. We may not have enough time. So here's what we can do. We help the cylons unbox Dianna, find the final five, keep the five until we find a way to retake earth then hand the five over to the cylons. They've waited this long. It will be on our terms." Roslin said. The others looked at her hesitantly.
"It's all pie in the sky until we figure out what's true and what isn't." She said.
"Ok then. The real plan stays in this room. If the plan gets leaked to the cylons all bets are off." Adama said before turning towards Agathon.
"Have someone escort the cylon leader back to her baseship so she can inform her people that they have a deal."
Colonel Tigh and captain Agathon left the room leaving Adama and Roslin.
"Something else you want to say?" Adama said as he reached into his cabinet and pulled out a bottle of alcohol and a small glass.
"No, It's just that... Well I've been looking over some of the data from earth that the cylons gave us. And their world is just so... Alien. Everything about them. Their culture, their history, their way of life. They've just invented the steam engine yet they can bend the elements to their will. It's all so different."
"Where you expecting something else?" Adama asked as he started pouring a glass of liquor.
"I don't know Bill. I guess I've never thought about it before. And when I did all I could picture was some kind of carbon copy of Caprica, Gemenon, or one of the other colonies. None of use ever stopped to consider what would happen when we got there. Or what it would be like."
"We aren't there yet, still have a long way to go, and a lot of fighting to do along the way." Adama said as he took a drink.
"But it's something we need to be prepared for. How will we coexist with these people? How do we preserve our culture and our way of life on a world that is already so different from us?"
"I wish I knew the answer to that Lora. But I'm a solder, not a politician."
"I know. It just feels better laying all my worries on your shoulder." She said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Adama chuckled at the remark. "We'll, here's to laying our burdens onto other peoples shoulder." He said as he raised his glass before taking a sip. There was a pause between the two of them before Roslin sat up from her seat.
"Well if you don't mind, I think I shall be going now. Goodby Admiral." She said as she turned for the door. As she left the room, Adama couldn't help but notice the faint glow she gave off. Even dying from cancer, she still looked gorgeous.
. . .
Aang and Starbuck continued walking through the hallways talking amongst themselves.
"So your name is Kara Thrace right?" He said.
"Yep."
"And you fly vipers."
"Exactly."
"What are vipers?" He asked.
"You are just full of questions, aren't you."
"I'm just trying to understand your world better." Aang said
"We then, to answer your last question. Viper are basically little ships we fly around in. We use them to defend the fleet from the cylons. I happen to be the best of the best in case you were wondering."
"Could you teach me to fly one?" He asked with enthusiasm.
Kara smirked at him. "I think vipers are two sizes too large for you." She said.
"I understand. Just wondering." Aang said. The two continued walking before Kara spoke again.
"By the way, your name. Your name was Ung right?" She asked. Aangs face turned red and the sound of the mispronunciation.
"Um, no. It's pronounced Aang."
"Oh, my bad." Kara said, somewhat embarrassed herself at the mistake.
The two of them continued walking. But Aang still couldn't get the vision he had out of his mind.
"Starbuck, I was wondering. what are the lords of Kobal?" He asked.
Starbuck stopped dead in her tracks. "What? Why?"
"I've heard about them and I was wondering who they are."
Starbuck paused for a moment. "Well... Their our deities. There are twelve lords of Kobal. Each one represented one of the twelve colonies we lived on. Their our gods."
Aang was confused. "Wait. One of the cylons on the baseship said there was only one god."
"That's a cylon belief. Of corse some humans in our fleet believe in one god as well."
"Oh. I didn't know that." Aang paused for a moment.
"What do you believe in?"
Starbuck stopped dead in her tracks as if thinking about her answer.
"I honestly don't know. I mean I used to think I knew, but these past few weeks have been..." She stopped as a look of annoyance came over her.
"Why I'm I telling you this!? I just met you. Speaking of which here's your room." She said. They had indeed returned to the room Aang and Huru had been using. The two guards were still standing on ether side of the entrance. As Aang opened the door, Starbuck turned to leave.
"Wait! Could you see if you can find out about my friend. Her name is Katara and I've been worried sick about her."
Starbuck turned back. "I'll see what I can do kid. In the meantime you stay put until I come back."
Aang smiled. "Thank you."
Starbuck turned away. "With a weird name like that, finding her should be easy." She whispered to herself."
. . .
Outside in space, several flashes of light appeared around the Galactica and the basestar as the dozen or so civilian ships that had accidentally jumped away returned to the pack. Among the ships was Colonial One. A luxury liner that served as the seat of government for the fleet. At that moment the Quorum of Twelve was holding an emergency meeting on board. Standing in front of the group of people was vice president Tom Zarak who was holding a briefing paper given to him by Galacticas personnel. Reading it made him want to throw something across the tiny cabin. But he kept calm as he spoke to the quorum.
"Six days ago, cylon forces discovered the location of the 13th colony of Kobal. Two days later a rogue faction of cylons broke away from the others in an act of defense towards earth including rescuing four indigenous refuges from enemy hands. In thirty six hours, the Colonies will unite forces with said insurgent rebel cylons and their leader in an unprecedented jointed military operation to retrieve the coordinates to the planet and to destroy the cylons ability to download into... Bla bla bla." Zarak couldn't continue reading the report.
He turned towards the Caprican representative Lee Adama, son of Bill Adama. An retired viper pilot who had joined the Quorum only a few months ago.
"Why weren't we consulted?" Zarak asked.
The young Adama looked up. "I don't know. I'm being kept in the dark just as much as you are."
. . .
"I don't care if I need more rest, I want to see my friends NOW!" Katara yelled.
"Not until you've recovered from your injuries! A few hours ago you had a massive backbone injury and dying in a coma!" Doc Cottle exclaimed.
Cottle had been recalled from Galactica to assist one of the natives from earth. So far he was regretting the experience. The whole baseship felt ominous and his new patient was less than cooperative. Now he was stuck here with a model eight and model two cylon looking over his shoulder.
"Look sir, if you think there is still something wrong with me I can fix it. I have healing abilities you know. Do you have any water?" Katara asked.
The eight nodded and brought a bucket full of water.
Katara reached for it and preformed several fluid motions with her hands. Immediately, the water began to flow out of its container and into the air.
"What the hell!" Cottle said in shock at the sight of water flowing in the air.
But suddenly the water stopped and fell to the floor, splashing everywhere, as Katara held her back in pain.
"Ow! My bending! It's not working! Something about this injury must have blocked my chi!" She exclaimed.
"I think the doctor's right. You just need to rest and get your strength back." Leoben said.
"Fine." Katara said, still upset. She laid down on the bed as her thoughts drifted towards Aang and Huru. Especially Aang.
. . .
Inside one of the Galacticas hanger deck tool rooms, Samuel Anders, Tory Foster, Saul Tigh, and Galen Tyrol were meeting together. They had been meeting in secret ever since they found out that they were cylons known as the final five back at the Ionian Nebula.
"You know if they unbox the Diana's, at least we'll find out who the fifth one is." Tyrol said while examining some of the tools.
"All that's going to do is crowd the airlock some more. Do you think they'll give you a metal when they find out who you are." Tigh proclaimed.
"What about you?" Tory responded.
"He sings you know." Sam Anders said out of nowhere.
"What?" They all said.
"Felix Gaeta. Whenever he thinks he feels his phantom leg. Doc Cottle says it helps him get through the pain. He sings."
. . .
On the baseship; Natalie, Leoben, and one of the Eights were meeting together after Natalie's visit to Galactica.
"The humans are never going to let us have the final five and go our own way. Especially if we decide to go to Earth." Natalie said.
"Are you sure?" The eight asked.
"Not really. I'd rather be wrong but we need insurance."
"I told you this before with Huru, Katara, and Aang. Trust has to begin somewhere." Leoben said.
"That was different. This is still our ship." She said harshly.
"When we jump, we hijack it with the centurions. We carry out the mission as promised, but when we return we take hostages. The humans stationed on this ship stay here until we have the five." Natalie said. Leoben just looked away.
"Listen to me! We've changed and maybe the humans from earth have but the colonials haven't! We've come to far to risk everything on their trust." She said.
Leoben looked up slowly as if thinking to himself. Then he reluctantly nodded his head.
. . .
In the infirmary, Felix Gaeta was recovering from the amputation of his leg by quietly singing to himself.
"Alone she sleeps in the shirt of man
With my three wishes clutched in her hand
The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain
When she finds love may it always stay true
This I beg for the second wish I made too
But wish no more
My life you can take
To have her please just one day wake
To have her please just one day wake."
As he finished singing he grabbed the stump of bandages under his knee in pain. The rest of the leg had been cut off.
On the other side of the infirmary, Laura Roslin was in bed receiving her daily Chamalla drug treatments for her cancer. Her hair wig was gone and her bald head was covered in a rag. She was reading a book when Lee Adama stepped into her ward.
"What a way to discover such a beautiful voice." She said, noticing Geatas singing. "How did you find me?" She asked casually.
"Your chief of staff."
"Needs to be horse wiped. If you came here looking for an apology you can forget it." She said and continued reading.
Lee was silent for a moment before continuing. "The Quorum is considering a vote of no confidence against you." He said grimly.
Laura looked up from her book. "I won't jeopardize the success of this mission or the safety of the fleet to satisfy the neediness of twelve perpetually unhappy representatives."
Lee looked away towards the other side of the room before speaking again.
"I was with them during the emergency FTL jump. But while we were waiting I noticed something in the eyes of the other representative. It wasn't fear or nerviness. I was nervous since it was my first time. It was something else for them. It was emptiness. They had given up hope. And then I released that after going through the same routine for four years, it was the only way to cope with the uncertainty. They had to assume the worst had happened." Lee said.
Laura let his words settle into her head. "You've felt their suffering. Now try to imagine holding their lives in balance every day."
"Please. Just talk to them. You don't have to tell them everything, I know how it works. Just tell them something. Help them put a face to this joint operation. Let them speak with the cylon leader. Let them see the kids from earth if you have to. Anything to ease their worries."
. . .
Aang heard a knock at the cabin door. When he opened it Kara Thrace was standing in the doorway.
"Get your stuff kid. It's time to go." She said.
"Go? Go where?" Aang asked.
"Colonial One. The Quorum of twelve and the president want to see you."
"The what of twelve?" He said.
"The Quorum. It's our government. They want a chance to speak with you."
"What for?"
"The president feels that they need to be introduced to the inhabitants of earth to ease their uncertainty about current events. What with the cylons arrive and all."
"Can Huru come along?" He said pointing to Huru who had just woken up.
"Sure. I suppose." She said.
"Awesome!" Huru said. But then he stopped. "Wait? Where are we going?" Huru asked.
"Come on. I'll tell you on the way." Aang said to his friend as the both walked out of the cabin.
"One more thing. Were you able to find my friend ?" Aang asked
Starbuck nodded "Yes. She's still on the baseship recovering."
"Can we see her?" Aang asked.
"Maybe if you two behave yourselves." She said as they all walked towards the hanger.
. . .
In the control room of the rebel baseship, a Leoben and a Sharon were monitoring the ships systems when the Sharon looked up in surprise.
"We're getting a signal" she said.
"One of the colonial ships?" The Leoben asked.
"No. I think it one of ours. It's a rebel cylon signal!" She said with surprise.
Her companion shook his head. "That's impossible. We're the only surviving rebels."
"Someone else must still be alive then." She said as she tried to concentrate to get more information from the interface.
"According to these reading its a distress call. Which means that whoever is sending it needs our help."
The eight turn to the Leoben. "Get Natalie and the others. Then contact the Galactica."
. . .
In Galacticas CIC, Adama was reading tactical reports when Louis Hoshi, the communication officer, called out.
"Sir, we're receiving a message from the basestar. They want to talk with you."
"Patch them through to the phone." The admiral said. He pick up the large telephone.
"Galactica actual, go ahead." He said.
Natalie's voice came through. "Admiral. We've just picked a signal from another rebel ship nearby. We request permission to deploy a heavy raider and investigate."
"How do you know its one of yours?" Adama said with skepticism.
"Just before the outbreak of the civil war, our faction restricted all ship to ship com traffic to a single frequency unknown to the other cylons to prevent our signals from being intercepted. This ship is using that frequency." She said.
The admiral though carefully for a moment before answering. "Very well. But I want one of our raptors to go along to lead the search. Think of it as our first joined operation."
"Very well admiral." She said and the voice cut out.
"Not good." Colonel Tigh said from across the tactical stand.
"Beg you pardon?"
"Bill it's one thing keeping one baseship under our leash but two!" He said.
"She never said it was a baseship. It could easily be a stranded raider." He said to the colonel. "Besides, why do you think I sent a raptor to keep an eye on them?"
"I don't know sir. It still sounds fishy." Tigh said."
"Sometimes you have to role a hard six." The admiral said. "If we don't let the cylons investigate it could alienate them and put this alliance at risk."
. . .
In deep space, two flashes of light appeared as a cylon heavy raider and colonial raptor emerged from their FTL jumps.
"Isn't it strange how we always get sent on the dangerous missions?" Racetrack asked from the raptor pilot seat.
"Yay. Aren't we just a couple of misfit pilots." Her co-pilot Sculls said with enthusiasm.
"Speak for yourself."
A beeping sound filled the cockpit.
"Dratis contact!" Racetrack called out.
"Is it what we're looking for?"
"How the hell should I know. Ask the heavy raider thats tailgating me!" She said to her partner in annoyance. She hated the idea of working with the cylons but they had their orders.
Suddenly they could see the cylon ship speeding up ahead of them. It kept going for several hundred meters until it stopped near another object floating in space.
"You seeing this?" Skulls asked.
The other object was actually a second cylon heavy raider drifting in space. From the gas and derby floating around it seemed to be damaged. Racetrack activated the raptors search light, illuminating the ghost ship. Then the voice of the cylon pilot from their raider came over the wireless.
"Raptor 249, red turkey one. Our interface with their computer tells us that this is a rebel ship. Repeat, the raider is one of ours. We are clear to proceed."
"Affirmative red turkey one." Skulls responded. He turned to racetrack.
"Get your sidearm ready." He said.
Racetrack and Sculls both removed the pistols from their hoist. Sculls maneuvered the ship into a dock stance with the stranded raider while Racetrack walked over to the small hatch on the floor. The ship docked with the raider with a loud 'thud'. When the under belly docking hatch was pressurized, racetrack readied her weapon and opened the hatch. There was a second hatch for the cylon ship with a large handle. She opened the hatch to reveal nothing but darkness. She pointed her weapon into the void and called out.
"Colonial military! Show me your hands!"
There was the sound of movement in the darkness. Suddenly a figure emerged. It was a teenage boy no more than 16 years old with jet black hair that fell over his eyes. He was wearing a strange red robe like shirt lined with the color of gold along the edge. The most distinguishing feature about the boy though was the red burn mark on the left side of his face. He calmly raised his hands at the sight of Racetrack. But she was hesitant. As far as Racetrack knew there were no cylon children in existence. So who was this kid?
"Who are you and what's your name?!" She demanded.
"My name is Fire Lord Zuko. Ruler of the fire nation." The kid said.
"Right and I'm Arachnia, queen of the spider people." Racetrack retorted before raising her weapon again. "Tell whoever else is in there to raise their hands and come out. slowly."
The kid turned and nodded into the darkness. Immediately, four more people emerged from the darkness looking up into the raptor. The first one was a teenage girl in a strange red outfit. (A/N The outfit Suki wore when the gaang was hiding in the fire nation. I just think she looked better in this outfit than her kyoshi warrior outfit.) the next person was a much younger girl, no more than 12 years old, in a green and brown robe like outfit. The third person was another teenage boy wearing some kind of blue outfit with short hair that was tied behind his head. Strangely enough, his eyes were crossed and he was acting almost loopy. This became apparent when he pointed at Racetrack and Skulls.
"Bubble head spirits!" He said.
"What the heck is wrong with him?" Racetrack asked.
"Long story." The first teenage boy named Zuko said.
But they were interrupted by the arrival of the final occupant.
"Skinjob!" Racetrack yelled as she pointed her gun towards the model eight cylon that emerged from the hatch.
"Wait! Don't hurt her! She's on our side!" Zuko said, stepping in front of Racetrack.
"He's right Margaret. It's one of the rebel models." Skulls said.
"We still don't know that those guys are on our side! How do we know we can we trust this one!" Racetrack said, still pointing her gun at Aurora.
"You don't. But if you try to hurt her or my friends..." Zuko said before holding out the palm of his hand. Suddenly a bright burst of fire erupted into a continuous flame from his hand. Racetrack could feel the heat from the flames as she starred in aw.
"Frak me!" She said, and looked back at Sculls before turning to the kids.
"Fine. You win. I didn't sigh up to fight magic or whatever that crap is. But when we get back to the fleet you've all got some explaining to do." She said sternly.
"Same goes for you." Zuko responded as he put out the fire in his hand and took a deep breath.
With their differences on hold, Sculls began to spin up the FTL drive and signaled for the heavy raider accompanying them to do the same. In a few short seconds, both ships disappeared in a flash of light. However, several minutes later, two cylon baseships reappeared from a jump.
"We've detected the heavy raider. There's no one onboard." A model five said from the baseship control room.
"Frak!" Cavil said in anger. All that trouble to hunt down the rebels and nothing to show for it but a dead end.
"Check the raiders flight computer. See if there's anything of use in it."
The five nodded as he put his had in one of the water basins to link with the ship. There was silence for several moments until a model four nearby spoke up.
"I've found something. according to the date banks, another raider momentarily preformed a link with this raiders computer. The link was brief but our raider was able to get an image of the other ships FTL computer."
"Was it able to retrieve any FTL coordinates?" Cavil asked.
"I'm not sure. I need time to sort through the data."
"Make it quick. We have no idea how long the rebels will stay In one place." Cavil ordered before looking down at the data stream and the red lights dancing on the surface of the water.
"I've got you now Natalie."
. . .
Starbuck, Huru, and Aang were walking in the vast hanger deck of the cylon basestar. The entire deck was bustling with activity as Galacticas crew was moving raptors and vipers into parking positions in perpetration for the coming battle. As the three of them made their way to the exit, a pair of figures came out first. One was an older man in a white coat. The other was Katara.
"Aang! Huru!" She said as she ran across the deck towards them.
"Katara! Your ok!" Aang said with excitement as he too ran to her. The two of them met halfway and embraced each other.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Better now. But there's one problem. My bending isn't working."
"Oh no! Do you know if it's permeant?" He said in shock.
"I don't know."
"What if I could heal it using water bending?" Aang asked.
"Aang, I could never heal someone when their chi was blocked. You wouldn't have any chance. All I can do is wait and hope it gets better."
Aang looked down at his feet ashamed. "I'm sorry you lost your bending. And I'm sorry I haven't been around." He said.
"It doesn't matter. I'm just happy to see that you and Huru are ok."
Meanwhile, Huru, Starbuck, and the older man had caught up with them. Starbuck and the older man greeted each other.
"So. How goes the mad doctor?" Starbuck said wittily.
"Not in the mood Starbuck. Now if you excuse me I need to catch a flight back to Galactica before I go insane." And with that the man walked off to a departing raptor.
"What's his issue?" Huru asked.
"Doctor Cottle is always like that. It's best to just leave it like that and not argue." Starbuck said.
Just then, Starbuck turned towards the roaring sound of a raptor flying into the hanger. She walked over to one of the deck hands.
"Hey! What's Racetracks and Skulls raptor doing here? I thought they were still stationed on Galactica."
The random crew member looked up from his work. "They were. But the old man sent them out on a mission with the cylons and they came back with something."
"Define something?" Starbuck asked.
"I don't know. They haven't told anyone as far as I know." He said before returning to work. At the same moment, the raptor landed on deck near the group. After several seconds the door on the side opened up.
First a young woman in one of the strange uniforms steeped out. Then an slightly older man with dark skin came out next. After that, a model eight cylon in plain clothes walked out and walked over to Natalie and a group of cylons on the other side of the hanger. Finally, Aang, Starbuck, Huru and Katara could see the other people inside.
"Zuko?!" Aang said in disbelief.
"Aang!? Katara?!" Zuko said from the back seat of the raptor as Sokka, Toph, and Suki emerged.
"Twinkle toes! It is you!" Toph said as she steeped out of the cabin fallowed by everyone else.
"Suki, Sokka, Zuko, Toph! What are you guys doing here?!" Katara asked with amazement.
"We were about to ask you the same thing, sugerqueen." Toph said. "What is this place?"
"It's a long story." Aang responded.
Suddenly everyone was interrupted by Sokka who the moment he exited the ship, ran towards the back and began climbing into one of the two engine exhaust.
"It's so dark in here." He said.
"Hey kid! Get out of there! You'll be fired to a crisp when I turn the engine back on!" The young woman who exited the ship first said.
Sokka quickly left the large exhaust nozzle and ran over to the group. Stoping to salute.
"General Sokka reporting for duty." He said.
Katara raised an eyebrow at her brothers odd behavior.
"Guys. What's wrong with Sokka?"
"He drank some cactus juice." Zuko said.
"What! Why did you let him do a thing like that?!" She said furiously.
"Trust me Katara, it's a long story. In fact the past week has been a long story."
"Sounds like how are week has been." Aang said.
"Speaking of which. Do you know were we are?" Zuko asked.
"Let's just say that these people are here to help us."
"Even the cylons?" Zuko asked. Noting the hanger full of skinjobs and centurions.
"Yes. These cylons are rebels. The rescued me, Katara, and Huru."
Zuko looked at Aang for a minute as if deciding wether or not to trust him. Finally he nodded his head in approval. "What about her?" He asked, pointing to Starbuck.
"Actually, she's a human. But she isn't a human from earth. None of the humans here are. Their all from a place called the twelve colonies. They were the ones who created the cylons as a work force with their advanced technology. But when they mistreated them, the cylons rose up against them and destroyed their worlds. They've been on the run in a fleet of airships since then." Aang said.
"So it's their fault that the cylons invaded earth." Zuko said accusingly. Starbuck spoke up.
"Hey, kid. It hasn't been a joyride for us ether. Trust me. We learned our lesson with the cylons years ago." She remarked.
"Zuko, the rebel cylons and these humans need to work together. Their the only ones who can help us stop the other cylons from destroying earth."
"Good luck with that." Starbuck said. "From what I heard, if the Quorum of twelve have their way, there won't be an alliance at all."
"What if we could help?" Aang asked. "You said your government wanted to speak with us. What if we gave our support for an alliance?"
"I don't think the Quorum will listen very much to a group of kids." Starbuck said.
"You forget one thing. Were kids from 'Earth'. I'm the avatar and Zuko here just so happens to be the ruler of the Fire nation. One of four nations on earth. That's got to mean something to them right?" Aang asked.
Starbuck was quiet for several seconds, thinking about what he said. "Ok, I'll take you all to see the Quorum. But I can't promise you anything. If the listen to you, great. If not, then there's nothing I can do."
"Sounds like a plan, so is everyone in agreement?" Aang asked his friends. They all accepted.
"I'll support whatever you feel is right." Katara said.
"I'm in." Suki said.
"I'm good." Toph said.
"sure." Huru said.
"Very well." Zuko said.
"Is there any meat nearby?" Sokka asked.
Everyone laughed out loud at Sokka. "Come on guys!" Aang said running to Starbucks raptor. "On the way, you guys can see the fleet they have!"
"There's a whole fleet of these ships?" Suki asked.
. . .
Deep in the bowels of the cylon basestar, Azula was still siting in her cage lost in the depths of her own insanity. Security around the room had intensified since recently. Now more and more metal men were patrolling out side the room. This would complicated any escape attempt on Azulas part. But it was hard for her to think about escape. Especially with the strange song that she was hearing inside her head.
"There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief. There's to much confusion, I can't get no relief." Azula grabbed the sides of her head in frustration.
"What is that song?!" She yelled.
"Azula." A soft voice said.
Azula turned around to see the image of her long lost mother in the reflection from the chrome metal walls.
"What do you want?" Azula said sternly.
"Is there something wrong with seeing if my daughter is ok?"
"You don't care about my well being! Your just trying to distract me from becoming ruler of the fire nation!"
"Azula please. The throne is your brother Zuko's destiny, not yours. Your destiny is something far greater."
"LIER! IT IS MY DESTINY TO BE RULER!" Azula screamed. She turned toward the image and shot a blue ball of fire at the wall. When the blast dissipated, all that was left was a burn mark on the wall. Azula began to scream out loud again, falling to her knees, her hands holding the sides of her head, as fire shot from her mouth like a dragon.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" She screeched as the song from before began playing again.
"There are many here among us, Who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, And this is not our fate. So let us not talk falsely now, The hour's getting late."