Disclaimer: I do not own any ATLA or LOK characters. This chapter was inspired by the song "Telegram" from the Downton Abbey Soundtrack. Yes, I do enjoy watching Downton Abbey. Is my British showing?

General Iroh stood under the cold water, creating goose bumps that lined his skin from head to toe. He ran his hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. The dream had thrown him off, not the fact that it was sexual, but the fact that it was about being sexual with the Avatar. She was his priority but not in that way. The General was ordered to rescue, escort, and protect the Avatar, not woo and seduce. Though, he had to admit, it had been a long time sense he had done anything sexual with a woman. Iroh was not the type of guy to sleep around, mainly because he had a whole fleet to look after and needed to be on his feet at all times.

Today, he was going to be hearing back from a source about what was going on in Republic City, from there a meeting with the Avatar and her friends, along with several of his finest, would be conducted to discuss the news received, if any. Iroh dreaded seeing Korra, not that he didn't enjoy her company but after that dream, processing thoughts in the same room as her could be tricky and after the last meeting, Iroh wanted to prove to the older officers that he was not slipping. He had worked too hard for this position to let it all fall apart on one mission.

Turning the shower off, Iroh pulled back the curtain and grabbed his towel. He dried off his legs and put boxers and his breeches on, standing in front of the mirror with the towel slung over his shoulders. His damp hair clumped together, the weight of the water weighing it down so it covered his forehead. For a moment he looked like his grandfather, minus the scar. The same broad, muscular shoulders and raven black hair, just as Zuko had once been in his earlier years. He wondered where Zuko was now, if he would join in the fight to save Republic City or even give Iroh advice on the amount of stress he was dealing with.

Checking the clock, Iroh quickly finished getting ready and made a beeline for the galley to pick up some breakfast, settling down at a table all alone. The General tended to eat by himself due to the fact that his meal times didn't usually last very long.

"Hey, Iroh. Any news from Republic City?" Korra slid into the spot across from him. She picked up her spoon and began eating the oatmeal that was piled high with cinnamon and brown sugar.

"No. Nothing yet." He kept his eyes down, not wanting to make eye contact. His hand grabbed the apple on his tray and he bit into it, sweet and wet. Just like her lips…..DAMN IT! He slammed the apple back onto the tray looking up. Korra had just put a spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth, eyebrow raised and her eyes starring straight at him.

"Um, you okay General?"

"Yeah just fine."

Mako, Bolin, and Asami came over with their trays and sat down next to the two. Asami sat next to Korra, Bolin, with Pabu on his shoulder, on her other side, while Mako sat to the General's left. Bolin had the largest amount of food on his tray, followed by Mako. Asami kept it simple with just a variety of fruits. With more people around, Iroh began to relax a little bit more and focused on what ever Bolin was rabbling on about at that moment so that his mind wouldn't turn to a certain waterbender. A server brought over a pot of tea, along with several teacups for the group. Jasmine Pearl filled the air and Iroh relished in it. The smell would always be a comfort to him and right now he just needed to relax. He lifted the jasmine filled teacup to his lips and took in the calming tea.

"Sir, this letter just arrived by messenger hawk." The attendant saluted, handing over the envelope.

"Thank you, Private."

The General opened the letter one handed, still sipping the jasmine. He froze, his eyes widened and he forcefully set down the teacup. Iroh stood up, message in hand and darted out of the room. The rest of the table looked around at each other in shock. Korra stood up to follow the General.

"You guys wait here, I'll be back." A hand caught her arm; Mako drew her back to the group.

"No. You aren't going alone, if this is about Republic City we should all go. We're a team." Korra narrowed her eyes, her upper lip stuck out slightly as she pouted.

"Fine, but let's go!" Soon they were all up and on the move. An alarm sounded and everyone in the galley bolted from their tables, grabbing their military coats and off to their posts for orders.

o.0.o.0.o.0.o

The control room was in complete chaos, phones ringing and officers running around giving orders. Major Ada was standing by Captain Hamza looking at a blueprint of the ship as well as the world map. The General came bursting through the door, the message crumpled and slightly singed in his hands.

"I want every soldier at their posts. Private Ling, radio every ship in this fleet and tell them to ready their soldiers. Lieutenant Nakla, I want the precise location of the threat. IMMEDIATELY. Captain Hamza. Major Ada. What news can you give me?" He joined them over the mapping table. Major Tyro came through the door, still attempting to button his coat and looking like he just woke up. Major Ada tossed him an apple without even looking at him. He smiled and caught it.

"You always know how to take care of me, Major Ada."

"From the report, it's an aerial attack." Replied Captain Hamza.