Special Legend of Korra Finale update!

Yes, I was so amazed and blown away by the finale that I had to update the story!

Amon and Tarrlock = Itachi and Sasuke

For you Steve Blum Fans, its refreshing to see Amon go with a "BANG"

And now for something completely different! Did I forget to mention I do not own any of these respective shows?

Chapter 4

"Roaaaar"

Aang was jolted awake by the sound of his best buddy from 100 years ago. The sun appeared on the horizon again. Aang sat again to contemplate the events of the past days.

He had acquired a headband and fire nation clothing from an unsuspecting citizen. His friends managed to do well to disguise themselves. Especially Katara ...

Then Aang had landed himself in a school. He was surprised how much the Fire Nation manipulated the past. By brainwashing the children into considering the other three nations as inferior, along with the changed history, these children would become the next generation of soldiers to torment the world.

Aang sighed, if there hadn't been a war, he would have most likely become good friends with those kids. The dance party he threw showed that they had many qualities that could change the course of the Fire Nation in the future. If this war dragged on any longer, however, they would be his enemies.

The Earth Kingdom had been conquered, the Water Tribes driven to the brink of their resources. It just seemed that while his side was weakening, the Fire Nation was getting stronger.

Then, then what happened after that? Aang remembered that they got on Appa, Sokka pointing out that they had to travel during nighttime to avoid detection, and Aang apparently had driven off and..

They are coming in a shuttle. The dreams Aang kept having were getting a lot clearer, and a lot wierder. So many strange people, so much unusual terms and technology.

Aang needed a psychiatrist, however the closest one he knew was ...

"Sokka!" Aang whispered in his friends ear.

"Swwhhaaat?" the water tribe teen mumbled in response.

"I keep having strange dreams, what do you make of them?"

"Jussst fwinng oouuut, by goooiing baack tooo slee.." Sokka collapsed as his voice trailed off.

Aang's face fell; obviously not the best time to ask such a question to a teenage boy in the morning .

However, Sokka's advice had logic to it, if he could see more of the dream, he could put the pieces together, and find out what it is about.

And Aang hoped, in fact, he prayed, that this dream would send a message on how to end this war.

"Shuttlebay 5, everything checks, you may make preparations to board the shuttle"

It had been awhile since Picard fell asleep again in his captain's cabin. He was having those peculiar dreams again. He was flying. It was absurd, shuttles and starships were the only things he knew that flew, and these dreams showed him displays of power he could not remember any scientific explanation validate.

Picard shook his head, these dreams were a distraction. They were a distraction from his present goal: making preparations for the shuttle.

Commander Data entered in the shuttlebay at last. For him, it would be very intriguing to see humans in a 18th-19th century environment. It was an interest he would save for later.

"Captain" the android began reporting "sensor logs have fully swept the surrounding areas."

"And?" Picard replied, hopeful that home was not a short distance away.

"Our worst fears have been realized," Data answered, "There are no recognizable nebulas, constellations, or planetary bodies. We have to conclude we have arrived in an area of the universe far from home."

Picard paused for a moment. He needed to be sure.

"Are you sure there is not one speck of familiarity the sensors could not trace? Data, are you sure we are impossibly far from home, not a mere month or even year from familiar territory?"

"Forgive me, sir, our sensor logs have given us completely unfamiliar readings, we could be on the other side of our known universe for all we know."

"Damn," Picard sighed, "then our little run is useless."

A ship, possibly billions of light years from home, would need a lot of time to get back. Even a ship that could travel faster than the fastest, warp speed, would take millions, if not billions of years to reach home. Picard was ready for the last resort, which was ...

"Curious captain," the deep voice of Worf interrupted, "I did not think you of all people would give up so easily."

"I'm not giving up" Picard responded, clearly exasperated, "I'm being realistic, we don't know where the hell we are, and pointing our ship in a random direction will get us nowhere. Getting this dilithium is not worth it."

"Then you are not the captain I signed to serve under," Worf answered, raising his voice, "Yes, getting this dilitium is risky, and possibly hopeless, but we don't know that. Even with the advancement in our sensor logs, we don't know if were a billion light years away, or a billion inches away. Your just afraid of taking a risk, in other words, you're a coward."

"The facts are staring right at me in the face!" Picard suddenly shouted, "You are just acting under a false pretense! I am taking the most logical course of action!"

"In case you haven't noticed, captain," the Klingon growled, "I am no Vulcan, and neither are you. In your race's new age of 'enlightenment' this will sound most illogical but..."

Worf paused, needing to slow himself down.

"You need to take a leap of faith."

"A leap of faith?" Picard was suddenly reminded of that book Riker was intrigued by. He thought the author a hopeless apologist when he read over it.

Picard wanted to say more, but couldn't. A leap of faith? To take a risky action on something that was likely, no highly unlikely to work? Illogical.

Picard, however, was not a Vulcan either. And Vulcans were a race that was born out of emotions, even more powerful than humans.

And no matter if this planet could provide for the Enterprise and her crew, it was not home. Sure there was probably more foliage, or wildlife than fully industrialized 24th century colonies, but it did not have the familiarity, the families, the warmth of which it could be called home. It was a battle between the heart and the mind. Picard's mind was ready to logically settle on this planet and leave the Enterprise.

But home is where the heart is .

...

"Shuttlebay doors are open, forcefields are holding steady, you are clear for launch any time."

"I really can't believe you agreed to this," a smiling first officer chided.

"We have a chance number one," Picard responded, "Even if it's slim, we could get lucky."

"I thought luck was illogical"

Picard turned away from the quirky first officer to Weasly Crusher. Crusher was only an ensign, but he was an ace when it came to piloting shuttles.

Hopefully he was consistent enough to get her out of the Enterprise, for Picard ordered, "Ensign, take us out."

The shuttle rose from the ground, hovering a few feet from the floor. The metal pod than accelerated forward, through the blue wash of the force field, and down to the planet below.

...

The burning orange of atmospheric entry shielded Picard's view of the surface. The shuttle was still high enough that Picard could not make out any specific details, such as landmarks or cities.

Picard could tell, however, where the general metropolis was. The area looked a lot more mechanical and organized than a usual desert terrain, at least, that was where the city was located, Picard assumed.

Weasly continued to scan the general area of the metropolis. Something caught his attention.

"Captain," the ensign started, "I am reading increased levels of sulfur dioxide in that area."

"Well Mr. Crusher," Picard responded, "This civilization is on the dawn of the industrial age, sulfur dioxide is the result of crude factories, we should not be surprised from this reading. And, as we have discovered, this metropolitan area is the largest on the planet. Therefore, we should expect to see more industrialization."

"Wait," Riker interrupted, "I don't think I got the memo, were not just trying to sneak into a city, were trying to sneak into a gigantic, sprawling area, possibly the largest on earth."

"Your reservations?" Picard questioned, almost half-heartedly.

"You realize this is going to be 5 times harder than I thought this would be, and that's bad considering these times have made me pessimistic."

"We just need to land somewhere near the entrance" Picard responded. That is, if a flying metal pod would not attract too much attention. Hopefully Crusher could land the shuttle quickly enough so that the people who spotted the shuttle would dismiss it as an illusion.

The shuttle was now entering the lower part of the atmosphere. Cloud cover obscured the shuttle's view of the city, and the city's view of the shuttle.

"Oh my God!" Weasly suddenly exclaimed, "is that, smoke?"

He was pointing at the ugly, black, dirty plumes that showed through the clouds. From the intensity, and the dirtiness of the smoke, the crew could tell that was not simple factory pollution.

Weasly continued with a survey of the city below, "I am reading massive surface scarring, structual damage to buildings, and captain" the ensign paused to get his attention, "I am detecting many mobile units moving throughout the city, they appear to be similar to one of our 20th century war machines, the tank."

Picard's blood went cold. "You mean to say, Mr. Crusher, that we are heading into a war zone?"

"No," Riker said, the surface visible from the shuttle, "See them? They are in formation, patrolling, the war's over, and this city is the loser."

The capture of the city was awfully easy due to the efforts of Princess Azula. She basically manipulated the underlying government of Ba Sing Se, the Dai Li, into following her orders. The only problem left was population control.

Lieutenant Chang sorely wished he had taken part of the capture process. All the army did was march to the city, and enter with the assistance of the Dai Li. Ever since, the army was now population control.

And population control was hard and tedious. There was no glory in suppressing defenseless citizens. Chang was reminded of the sobering fact that a mass uprising of so-called defenseless citizens would give the less numerous occupation force a lot of trouble. He didn't want to face a mass protest, he wanted to face an army.

And then he saw it. He couldn't exactly describe it. It emerged out of the clouds like an angry spirit. Upon closer inspection, it was made of metal, although he could not determine the type of metal.

However, to Chang, the most unsettling thing about this object was the eerie glow it emitted from the sides. And of course the fact it was flying without any sort of wings, or a hot air chamber.

And this was exactly what he was hoping for. A strange new challenge. When he joined the Fire Army, Chang wanted not only to mercilessly crush the enemy, but open a new frontier and discover strange new things. He was always fascinated by anything new or alien. Stepping onto a fire navy ship was an invigorating experience. This was completely on a new level.

"Your orders?" asked a nervous soldier next to him.

Chang smiled, this could be the earth kingdom's last counter attack, or it could be a spirit or something entirely different. No matter what, it had to come down.

The proximity alarm sounded aboard the shuttle. Weasly didn't have time to react as some projectile, heavy, large and flaming, flew by the shuttle.

"Think they've spotted us?" shouted Riker, sarcasm lacing his voice.

"No time to wonder!" Picard answered, "Crusher, evasive manuv-"

Crash! A flaming rock hit its mark and smashed away vital thruster and maneuvering components. And that's when the shuttle spiraled down towards the war-torn metropolis.

See ya next Friday!