I have returned back from the dead!

So now since Legend of Korra is ended, we can all sink ourselves into the delicious fanfiction that's out there!

Or you can read this piece of crap that resembles a story.

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Chapter 5

Aang's eyes shot wide open. He let out a large shriek. A loud shriek. Half of it was out of fright, he had visions of plummeting towards the ground, and the other half was that he had one part of the puzzle figured out. The strange dreams he had been experiencing could be finally explained.

Unfortunately, loud noises tend to irritate those at rest, and irritation came in the form of a pillar of rock launching Aang at least a mile into space.

"What's the big idea twinkle-toes!" yelled an exasperated Toph, "We're all trying to sleep here!"

"But I was crashing!" Aang retorted as his airbending slowed his descent.

"You've seriously got to keep your dreams in your head!"

"Yeah! What she said!" a frustrated Sokka added, rising from whatever dream he had of consuming meat.

"I didn't ask for your input, ponytail boy!" Toph responded.

"Hey!" Sokka shouted, pointing to the back of his head where a lump of hair was ceremoniously bunched up, "Don't mess with the 'tail."

"I think," Katara suddenly interrupted, "that maybe in order to quiet these dreams Aang is experiencing, we should talk about them."

Once again, in countless other times, Katara's logic prevailed. Aang agreed to this conclusion and began once again telling his friends about the strange ship in the night sky, and how its crew was in trouble.

"And in the last dream," Aang explained, reaching the end, "I finally found the connection I wanted, these strange people landed in Ba Sing Se."

Everyone's eyes widened in shock. Momo even let out a shrill shriek in response to Aang's statement.

Sokka was the first to respond. "Aang," he began, "I hope this means we're not going all the way back to Ba Sing Se, since, you know, we have an invasion coming up!"

"I know," Aang responded, however, he continued, "but, what if these aren't just dreams? What if these people really are trapped in the city? Is my Avatar spirit trying to tell me that I must help them?"

"Aang, I'm sure your Avatar Spirit thingymabob is more concerned with ending a 100 year conflict that has ravaged the land, hurt and killed many people, and thrown every spirit thing out of balance, than help strange people that fell out of space that we don't even know!"

Aang had no answer. Ba Sing Se was weeks away, as well as the invasion. He would have to choose one or the other. And for once, Sokka's logic made sense. Aang could not leave a task that could potentially heal the world. The Fire Nation was the immediate threat at hand.

Still, he looked towards the sky. If everything turned out alright, he would have to investigate the people of his dreams more thoroughly. Aang blinked when he saw the night sky again.

A meteor was heading towards a village.

The cold metallic floor of the shuttle was the first thing that greeted Picard's senses. His hurting head was next.

As his sight became more focused Picard was greeted with a familiar sight. All of his crew members sprawled on the floor. Whatever force behind the string of recent events was going to have to have some more variety.

The remaining crew of the shuttle came to quickly, except..

"Weasly!" Yelled Deanna.

The young pilot was still unconscious as everyone was earlier. The one variation was the large trickle of blood flowing from his forehead.

"He'll need medical attention," stated Worf, his voice heavy.

"We can only give him basic first aid," Picard responded.

"Captain, if I may," Data requested, systems now fully functional, "I am able to perform some intermediate medical tasks that will accelerate Weasly's recovery."

"As you wish Data," Picard answered. The android, in his studies of human life, had reviewed some medical practices. Sometimes, Picard wondered why Data strived to be a less knowledgeable, more vulnerable human.

"So," butted in a slightly bruised William Riker, "I bet we are all wondering this, what is our next course of action?"

Riker looked across the room for a response, before his eyes, and everyone else's eyes for that matter, settled on Picard.

"Well," Picard began, making decisions as he was talking, "Data, ehh, how long, uh, how long would it take you to stabilize Weasly's condition?"

"Do not worry," the android responded, "I am actually nearly finished, it will take only five more minutes before I have completely stabilized Weasly, and he has shown signs of coming about."

"Good," said Picard, "Worf, earlier, Weasly marked the predicted entrance to this chasm, will you find our position relative to it?"

"Right Captain," Worf responded. He then began to type in commands to the on board computer, bringing up the distance to the entrance.

"We are only 300 meters from this entrance!" Worf exclaimed.

"Wow," Riker quipped, clearly impressed with the combination of Weasly's skill and good luck.

"Captain," interrupted the android, "I have stabilized Ensign Crusher's condition, it is safe enough to carry him with us to the designated place."

And, as an example, the android lifted Crusher by the legs and threw him over his shoulder. He showed no straining in doing this as his android strength was more than enough to lift the young ensign.

"Everyone?" Picard rhetorically asked, looking to each member of the shuttle.

"We're ready," responded Riker. A nod from everyone else signified that Riker spoke for all of them.

The shuttle's doors were opened with the press of a button and a hiss. Slowly, but surely, the outside world was revealed to them.

And the outside world turned out to be a stone crater. Apparently, Crusher could not slow the shuttle's decent enough.

As the crew members came out, they encountered another entity coming along the backside of the shuttle.

The man that approached them was short in stature, on the thin side, and showed many signs of living a life longer than most. His frightened look was understandable, but the large cart that he hauled behind him, apparently filled with spherical vegetation filled the rest of the shuttle crew with wonder.

"So," Riker began, addressing Captain Picard, "What do we say to him?"

"Greetings," was Picard's first words to the man, delivered in a hesitant way.

"Captain," responded Consular Troi to the mechanic and poorly delivered greeting, "I don't think he speaks our language."

As a response to her words, the man tilted his head as he didn't understand. He then opened his mouth.

"Uh" he stuttered, "Uh... Hi?"

"Impressive," was Picard's response. He then continued, "You understand us?"

"No!" the man suddenly shouted, "I don't understand why me of all people were chosen to go down here! Seriously! There could have been massive danger down here! Or worse, my cabbages! And yeaaahhhh!"

Worf stifled a sigh after the man sighted him. It was not wise to annoy a Klingon.

"They grow cabbages here?" asked Riker, suddenly putting on a quizzical and playful look, "How much for one?"

The cabbage man furled his brow, confused at Riker's statement, but also considering the fact that he had not made a sale in a long time.

"10 yen," he finally stated.

"Riker," Picard responded to the near silly situation, "We don't have much time."

"Hey cabbage man!" shouted a voice from above, "How's it going? Did you find anything interesting in that flying metal pod?"

"No!" shouted the cabbage man, "No! Nothing at all!" And after a pause, responded, "And I have a name!"

"Quick!" whispered he, and after seeing the crew's confused looks, explained, "I don't want any trouble on the discovery on strange-dressed men," pausing after he looked at Deanna, "and women on here. You realize how swamped I would be."

The crew just nodded in agreement. If they could slip out of here undetected, the mission was that much easier, not that they had detection in mind in the first place.

The man hauled the cart to the front, and showed a compartment underneath the cabbages where some could hide.

Data began tossing some of the cabbages aside to make room for himself and Weasly.

"No!" responded the man to this action, "My cabbages!"

"But there is insufficient room under the cart for all of us" responded Data, showing little emotion to the cabbage man's agonized state.

Everyone was squeezed into place, and the cabbage man, after agonizing with a few tries, finally managed to roll the crew, and the cabbages out of the crater.

A large man, wearing yellow and green clothing approached the cabbage man and asked, "So, are you sure you found nothing interesting?" the tone of his voice was dangerous, and unserious at the same time.

"No!" emphatically responded the cabbage man.

"Well, you took an unusually long time down there, especially if nothing interesting was found"

"I ... uh ... I ...uh... cabbages are hard to haul!"

"You and your stupid cabbages," the man's voice got a little more dangerous and he kicked the cart hard.

"Gee!" shouted the man, reacting to the new weight of the cart, "That thing is heavy!"

After looking at the cabbage man one last time the man finished, "Fine, go home and enjoy your ... cabbages."

The large man then walked off to settle down the crowd.

The cabbage man accessed a large room. The excitement over the metal pod was building, so the room was void of others.

One by one, the crew slipped out. Data burst out of the cabbages with a now semi-conscious Weasly Crusher.

"I cannot thank you enough," Picard began, "I don't know if we could have escaped without you."

"I was my pleasure," sobbed the man, looking at his now fallen cabbages.

"So," Riker began, "Do you know where we might find like a tunnel, or something to an underground, uh, chamber?"

"Oh," started the man, recovering from the recent devastation, "I think you're talking about the Crystal Catacombs, the original living place of Ba Sing Se."

"Wait a minute, you people live underground?"

"If I may," interrupted Deanna, taking a gentler, and more graceful approach to the subject, "Do you just know how to get to the entrance?"

"Well," he responded, pulling out a map, "There is a known entrance to the Catacombs right here. It just goes through this one road." He pointed at the spot to make his point.

"We're going through a lot of the city," started Number One.

"Sir," began Deanna, having an idea what the others were thinking, "Do have any clothes we could borrow? I dare say, we would stand out in the streets of this city at this hour."

"Yeah, I've got clothes," he answered, he then looked at Worf, studying the alien facial features of the Klingon, "I have even more for you."

Worf growled, "I wouldn't push the sub-"

"Worf, he's right," Riker interrupted, "Yeah, in this world, you look like a freak."

In response to the Klingon's glare, Riker added, "But at your homeworld I'm pretty sure you're a good-looking fellow."

The cabbage man pulled out of the cart various gnarled robes, shirts, cloaks and pants. He then searched the room for more clothes.

"This is all I could find," he stated, as the crew began grabbing various articles to disguise themselves.

Picard put on the dirty green and yellow robes. He found a hat that looked like sort of a buret, and embracing his French background, he added that to his disguise.

Riker and Worf had put on especially heavy cloaks. Worf flipped the hood of his cloak on.

"Captain," stated Worf, "I know this is unprofessional, and it's going to kill me when I say this, but how do I look?"

"Like a human," Picard responded, smiling.

"Phasers, captain?" Worf asked.

"Just in case," Picard answered, "I don't want us flashing 24th century technology unless we need it"

Data had already dressed himself in this primitive clothing. He was having a little difficulty dressing Weasly's unconscious body. However, at this moment, Weasly was rousing from his sleep.

"I..." he stuttered, "I need to ... to land the ...the sh..shuttle"

"It's okay Weasly," Data responded, "We have crash-landed, but everyone is in stable condition, it is due to your expertise that we are all functioning."

"Oh damn!" Weasly suddenly exclaimed, "I crassshed!"

"It is advisable that you get more rest," responded Data.

Weasly faded from consciousness again, and Data slung him on his shoulder.

"Okay," stated Deanna, "I think we're ready."

"Right," said Picard. He then turned to the cabbage man, a confused look on the actions that have taken place.

"Thank you," Picard said, "And stay out of trouble."

"Yes," responded the cabbage merchant, pausing for a moment, and smiling when he said, "Captain."

Picard returned the smile, and he and his crew marched out the door.

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