Year 1942
Everything had happened so fast. The sounds of the planes overhead as they dropped firebombs. The gush of hot air that had crept up behind Korra with all the elegance of an elephant. She'd turned at the sound in time to see the plume of grey smoke rushing at her before she was blast with a powerful gust of hot wind and sent flying through the air.
Everything after that came in clips.
Hitting the earth violently.
The wounded soldiers, unsuspecting, seeing the shadow of the first plane so far above, their rumble concealed by a heavy rain. How they'd looked the sky only to find the sky rain down death.
A flash. A simple flash of bodies being engulfed in flame.
A man raising into foliage, lit head to toe in flame. To Opal coming to her aid only to feel for a pulse and not find one.
Chest compressions. Crushing. Violently. Rain. Mud. It was monsoon season.
So much mud. So much fire. So much death.
"Get to safety." She wanted to say but she had no words, "You're the only one who knows about Asami. If I die here, she'll never know why or how… if I die."
Lin Beifong drop to her knees for only a moment. Touching Korra's throat. Searching, nothing.
Korra was already dead.
So how was she thinking? How was he able to see Opal be dragged away from her friend, kicking her feet into the mud as firebombs ignite the world around them.
How was she able to taste the mud that splash in her mouth with a soldier collapsed at her side, his arms and legs seared, not by flame, but having walked through it. He roll back and forth, attempting to put the fire out.
How was she able to see the fire bomb that landed only six short feet away and swallowed them both?
"It's nothing short of a miracle." The nurse said, pulling back the curtain to Korra's bed. Asami shuddering. Her body stiffening. Her eyes searching for...for something familiar.
She found nothing. Only remnants of Korra, covered in soiled bandages. Her face. Her hands. Her legs. All of her had been swallowed by the conspicuous plaster. All she could see of her wonderful skin were the tips of her fingers. She reached for them only to be chastised by the nurse, "I honestly have never seen anything quite like this. When she came in both her legs were broken. The reason there are no bandaged on her fingers is because when she came in," the nurse shook her head in disbelief, "There were none. The nurse who changed her dressing said she removed the old ones and found they'd grown back. She's still unconscious and considering the unbelievable damage her body endured, we can't be sure she'll wake up."
She looked over at Asami, her eyes etching the tattoo on Asami's face. She said nothing, but Asami could hear the questions. What was the exact nature of Korra and Asami's relationship. Asami drew closer to Korra. Her hands reaching out.
This time the nurse said nothing. She only looked with a healthy curiosity. Kya held her breath. The attending physician locked his jaw. Wanting to stop the woman, but wanting to see just how far connates could override everything science told them.
Asami's fingers touch the bandages starting at Korra's face. She thought only of her beauty in that first and last morning they'd awaken to one another. Her fingers trailed towards her scalp, towards what little scalp remain exposed. She thought only of Korra's fingers tracing her own scalp as Asami trailed her teeth against Korra's thighs with small bites.
Her fingers purchased the exposed in tact skin. Nothing.
Fear consumed her. The possibility that Korra's body lived on, healed even, but Korra's mind was lost. Fear that she'd forever be visiting lifeless bandages.
Nothing.
Asami's touch did nothing.
Then... the bandages seemed to gleam approximately where Korra's tattoo would have been. Dull at first, so dull Asami had just begun to convince herself it was a trick of her mind wanting something so desperately to be true.
But then it hit her, as if the tattoo had driven the euphoria into Asami's body like a hammer drives a nail. Elation surged into her veins. It knock into each and every cell so hard it left Asami panting breathlessly, a smile threading across her face. Tears of joy spill from her eyes beyond her control. She breathlessly laughed and glanced about the room. She was certain they had to feel it. Certain she couldn't contain the euphoria in her body. They had to feel- but their faces were empty. Emotionless compared to everything that flit through Asami's radiant green eyes.
Asami felt sorry for them. Sorry their senses were so dull and unintelligent compared to this touch.
She looked back to Korra and slowly closed her eyes as she felt the indescribable everything that had vanished as quickly as Korra had into the trains tunnel came rushing back towards her.
She laughed. And though Korra didn't move, cry or even acknowledge Asami save for the glow of her own tattoo, Asami knew beyond a doubt that Korra's mind was there with her. Fighting.
Regenerating.
Rebuilding herself anew so they could finally begin their lives together. So she needled her fingers further into Korra's singed hair and whispered without a care who heard the passionate words, "I love you."
Year 2406
"Take a seat." Asami looked to the chair across from Kuvira's desk. It was like being asked to sit down on a hornets nest. Shuddering a breath she sat down slowly, taking in the tyrant before her. They'd walked to Kuvira's office in silence, only the sound of Kuvira's personal detail and their heavy footfalls to break their shared silence. Now Kuvira set Asami with a hard, serious stare.
Over Kuvira's shoulder lay a row of windows looking out over the massive city. It spread for what seemed like miles, vanishing out of sight. Short buildings, most no more than three stories high. Monotonous gray and white stoned. it was a miserable planet ruled by a tyrant. Before she'd fully grasped what it was to be a connate she'd resigned to leaving the wretched planet in search of one that didn't weigh heavy with depression.
Kuvira's words pulled her from her own thoughts, "Last night four armed connates stormed the building and killed Varrick." Asami looked at the liar. She knew for fact that Kuvira had killed Varrick in cold blood. She could still see his burning tattoo.
Asami mustered the best look of disbelief she could, uncertain if Kuvira would buy it, "Oh my- I'm so sorry to hear that." Asami said.
Kuvira only nodded, "He was a dear friend and brilliant scientist. His contributions cannot be overstated and he will be sorely missed." Asami only nodded in agreement and Kuvira continued, "But despite their intent to stall our progress we will continue to advance towards the goals Varrick and I set so high." Kuvira paused then leveled Asami with a knowing gaze before she continued, "Works that you and many others were not aware of."
Kuvira handed a vanilla folder across the desk, "Asami, you know that connates can develop special abilities that if left unchecked could potentially spell untold disaster. I need not rehash what happened to our sister planet just one short decade ago when a connate developed the ability to split atoms." Asami could still remember the tremors that had woke her. She could still remember rushing outside and looking to the sky and finding their sister planet crumbling before her eyes.
"In less than two hours they'd destroyed an entire planet."
Kuvira was right in that way at least. Some connates developed powers too great for themselves. Too great to not be monitored. But to actively hunt them down and kill them? Asami couldn't justify the ends to those means.
"Varrick and I had begun developing the technology that could cleanse connates of their impurities."
"Cleanse them?" Asami asked, "What do you mean?"
"We are currently researching on criminal connates that have been captured and placed into a cooperative state. Varrick hypothesized that the ability to develop powers is not something only certain connates develop. It's something they all have the capability of. He theorized that the connates who did not develop such abilities simply had no use for them. Rather than look at the abilities as something set in stone, he viewed the abilities as microevolution. Like living underground for extended periods of time will cause your eyes to adjust to a lack of light for you to see.
"The abilities connates possess are always there in potential, but they have to be called on. He theorized that if we force a connate to use their ability then we can find what triggers the ability in the first place. And if we find the trigger, we can reverse it. It would be a means of-,"
"Sterilization." Asami cut in unintentionally, all of it so unreal she'd felt a chill creep up her spine. The word had slipped free before she could hold it down.
Kuvira grunted is discontent of Asami's word choice, " It would be cleansing the world of the impurity that is the connate connection." Kuvira corrected her with a line that sounded as if it had been pulled straight from a propaganda pamphlet.
Asami began speaking, "But if you force a connate to the point where they use their abilities you have no idea what said connate might be capable of. They might well be able to split atoms or bring tornadoes from the sky or control the minds of everyone they come into contact with. You could potentially wipe out the world with your-," It was Kuvira's glare that made Asami stop. A glare that dared her to utter another word. A glare that reminded her she was expendable.
She was silent then. Biting down her teeth hard together to hold back her words.
"I apologize," Asami said, suddenly remembering Varrick's dead eyes, "I am simply overwhelmed with the possibility. Please forgive my incompetence."
Kuvira studied the woman and Asami swallowed wondering if her mouth would get her killed.
Kuvira took a breath, and a smile crept across her face. A duplicitous smile that reminded Asami that her usefulness rose and fell according to Kuvira's mood.
Kuvira stood, deciding to forgive Asami for speaking out of turn. "The scientists and doctors working in this facility know the risks they take when they put on their lab coats. Their bravery is giving us the opportunity to correct the evolutionary blemish humanity has been plagued with since before the dawn of civilization. I'd like you to lead this project Asami," Kuvira turned to the woman who only just now remembered to breathe. "I want you to lead us into a new age, free of the threat that connates impose."
Asami nodded. She wasn't offering. This was a command. Saying no wasn't an option. So she stood and moved towards Kuvira, she extended a hand, "It would be an honor."
And when Kuvira shook her hand Asami knew she'd do everything in her power to see the new operation fail.
"Kai and Jinora will take us in close to the facility. From there we'll rely on Iroh's power of suggestion to get us to Kuvira's office."
Korra looked Iroh over. His combat uniform secluded to only pants. His toned abdomen exposed and showing his permanently burned tattoo that extended a foot across his wide torso and shaped like a sunrise over a horizon nestled between the straps of his swords and vest.
All of the connate's uniforms were cut to showcase their tattoos shamelessly. Kai and Jinora had no sleeves past their right shoulders. Those who had not met their connate or simply didn't have them wore all black, concealing every part of themselves below their neck except their half gloved hands. Tradition required unbonded women wear long beige heavy coats that extend to their wrists. A tradition Korra had skirted.
As far as she'd been concerned, she'd bonded with Opal the moment their lips had touched. Now she wore flowing woolen coat over the tightly fitting black under armour. That was behind her, she'd best forget waking to Opal's quiet snore and pretty face.
Wei stepped towards Korra adjusting his guns in their holsters at his waist. His jaw tight. Angry even. Ready to get vengeance for his sister.
"Iroh, Kai and I will take out Kuvira while Jinora and Wei infiltrate their computer systems and locate all the imprisoned connates. We'll have our people ready to infiltrate said facilities the moment Kuvira has been killed and the chain of command is in disarray."
"We're far enough," Kai hollered to the cockpit of the small ship.
Korra looked up, "You sure? We're fifteen clicks out-,"
"We're sure." Jinora cut in. Her eyes on Kai, "We're much stronger together and we've got enough anger to make the jump from here. Besides, it'll be better if we don't trip any radars by getting close to the city."
"Autopilot is engaged and can be hailed at any time to evacuate us manually if need be." Iroh said as he joined the trio. He'd docked a light bullet proof vest, concealing his burned tattoo.
Everyone became silent then. Some missions required pep talks. This was not the case here.
Korra watched Jinora and Kai focus on the schematic of Kuvira's facility. The best they could do was a fly over radar analysis of the building. But parts of the building - Kuvira's office for example - had been built to conceal certain locations and structures.
Silence carried as the two connates reach for one another. As soon as their skin made purchase with one another's they sharply inhaled as euphoria flooded them. A small smile show on Kai's face, his eyelids fluttering as he resisted the urge to break meditation in favor of the natural high.
Light traced their intricate tattoo roaming from their right hands fingertips all the way to their shoulder blades in thick sweeping arches and spirals.
The brilliance of their tattoo filled the small ship. Wordlessly Kai and Jinora extended palm up invitations to the rest of the crew as the light consumed them all.
From beyond the ship the light flash like unbroken lightening in the sky, powerful and blinding as it shown through the cockpit windshield for several long seconds then vanishing in an instant.
They'd jumped.
And when they'd materialized Korra stood in a rushing sea of armed men.
They flood past Korra and her crew of rebels. None of them focused on the bunch at first. Racing towards something much more pressing than the five who materialized into thin air.
She'd only just noticed an armed man taking note of her group when she heard it. Rapid gun fire followed by a loud explosion.
They weren't the only intruders.
Year 2406 - 13 Minutes Ago
Metal rods protrude unnaturally from Opal's abdomen.. Her senses were overwhelmed by the stench of her own burnt hair and the taste of coppery blood in her mouth. Rolling her jaw she could feel more than one tooth has loosened from the gums.
That was something you never read about. How quickly your gums and teeth rot away after being shocked with two thousand volts of electricity over and over and over again. Dying. Over and over again. Your teeth rot almost as quickly as your liver and kidneys.
It was one of those few moments when they chose to collect data on her body as opposed to subjecting her to one of their many "scientific" torture practises.
The rectangular room had been constructed with large slabs of ugly gray cement. To her right was an arsenal of syringes, test tubes, wires and cords that connected directly into her via metal rods. To her left a long row of mirrors that she assumed were windows with the doctors and scientists examining her from the other side.
Opal herself lay flat on a table. She'd been wheeled in an upright in position, restrained by a straitjacket and muzzle. The table had been geared and lowered flat. Her straitjacket and muzzle replaced with leather cuffs for her wrists, and metal links over her ankles.
Two soldiers were stationed directly behind her at all times and a petite looking nurse with too much lipstick and a heavy smell of coffee clinging to her. This nurse, coffee nurse, was now joined by three others, a doctor, a scientist and a second nurse. They all examined the readings they'd gathered from the last round of electric shock therapy and began muttering over readings they still couldn't understand.
Not all the metal rods in Opal delivered electricity. Some took vitals while others took readings on her hormone levels, heart rate, blood pressure, and a slew of other things. What concerned her most were the strange sensors they'd connected to her head and back. She could feel these sensors digging into her skin against the table. They'd hooked something into her tattoo. No, deeper than skin. They'd tapped into her actual spinal cord.
How long, she wondered. How long till they all cleared out and continued electrocuting her? How many times would she die on the table only to be revived? How many times would she break her connate's heart?
She'd never been told about how it feels for a connate to die. Never been told that after death a connate will hover, somewhere between life and death, something like a purgatory. There they would see the anguish that their connate felt for their death.
Each time she'd died she'd learned something new about her connate. She'd seen his eyes reflected in a mirror. Green and sad. She'd seen a dingy floor. She'd seen a beautiful woman shouting at a handsome young man.
She'd peered through the eyes of her connate and felt his grievances as she passed away, slowly, painfully, dragging him down with her.
No more. She decided.
She'd allow no one to hurt her connate. She wouldn't allow herself to die again.
Her fingers slowly worked, pulling metal back and forth over the leather straps encasing her wrists.
She'd stolen the scalpel only minutes ago. Stretching her fingers to a nearby tray as the nurse passed by.
Now she worked to get the strap loose. Subtle but hurried. When they shocked her, she'd lose all control of her muscles, she'd drop the scalpel, and the chance would have come and gone.
"We're ready to begin the next round of tests." The coffee nurse said.
The leather wore to mere centimeters.
"Very well."
They began filing from the room. The familiar sound of a whirring machine to her left kicked into gear. It hummed, electricity charging.
She grit her teeth.
Just a little more.
The doctors and nurses shut the door. Leaving only the coffee nurse and two guards in the room.
"On my mark," Came the doctor's voice over an intercom.
She watched a fan begin moving at her feet. Electricity began charging. The short but wide framed nurse took a cautionary step away from the girl. "Mark."
The leather strap broke.
Opal grabbed the wires connected to her abdomen and yanked them free from her skin just as blue electricity shot through them. She threw them clear across the room. Sparks flew from their tips as they collide with the floor. The coffee nurse shrilled in surprise, dancing narrowly from the path of the electrified wires, knocking into trays of utensils in her hurry.
The first guard lunged into action racing to grab the young woman. Opal looked to her other hand, still strapped to the table. Her feet were pinned at the ankles by metal circular bars.
Ultimately, her movements were restricted.
With a loud popping Thwick! the approaching guard snapped out a slender baton..
He lunged, smashing the baton where her head rest on the table. Opal rolled aside narrowly missed.
"Don't damage the brain sensors!" Cried a scientist over the intercom.
A dent had been made in the metal where Opal's head had been. The guard reared back, re-aimed and prepared to come down again, "Yaa!" he began a war cry.
Opal fell back flat on the table, rolling quickly and gaining as much momentum as the rocking motion could give her, she jammed the scalpel into the side of his throat.
The world stopped then. His voice ceased. His motion ceased. His arm hung mid-swing, and his eyes slowly edged to Opal's hand poised beneath his chin.
No one moved. No one breathed.
Everyone - the nurse, the scientists, the doctors, even the other guard - all simply stared at the man being murdered before their eyes.
"Oh my god." The guard struggled to speak, each word choked past the foreign object, "Oh my-,"
She reversed the initial thrusting motion, twisting the scalpel as she yanked it free.
A violent splatter of blood splashed across the room. Droplets arc into the air as if God were breathing life into the universe. His hands went to the wound and he attempted to catch the amassing puddle. Death stomped on the man's existence, spilling beneath his collar and finding small cracks between his fingers to glide over, "Oh my god." He managed to say before blood poured from between his parted lips and his legs came out from under him and he slid down a wall in dead eyed disbelief.
The coffee nurse ran to the guards side, dropping to her knees she attempted to put pressure on the wound but it was futile. The damage was done. There was no way of fitting the genie back in the bottle.
The second guard took it all in. Surprised by Opal's strength and agility despite her clear exhaustion. Surprised by the blood that painted the cement in an grimy vermilion coating.
His attention then turned to Opal who had begun trying to remove the second leather strap from her hand.
"Damn you!" He lunged for her. Opal looked up at the man. Options filtered through her mind. As he neared her she decided then.
She abandoned the cause to remove the second strap. Instead her hand reached back around to the left side of the table to a metal gear she'd seen snapped into place when she'd first arrived. She grabbed the gear, a slightly crooked piece of metal about three inches long and half an inch wide. There was little surface of the gear to grab but she took hold of it and cranked the metal upward before giving it one hard twist.
Vwoosh! At a nauseating velocity the table capsized, Opal's head surging upward and her feet downward bringing her to the upright position. The sudden swinging table took the guard by surprise, and in his slight hesitation he got caught by Opal's forehead as it rushed upward, banging into his jaw.
Opal went for the leather strap on her right hand as the guard's head bucked backwards and he grabbed his face in pain, "Ah!"
She's just managed to get the second leather strap free when she felt a weight above her head. It was the second guard, he'd rebound faster than she'd expected him to.
His hand grabbed the top of the table, and he slammed it down hard as if closing the trunk of a car. With a gust of wind the table whipped back down, Opal's head dropping as her feet rose still connected by metal bars to the table.
"Oof!" Opal's head hit the table hard, her air knocked from her lungs.
Blinking back surprise, Opal found herself lying horizontally with a blood dripping maniac atop of her. He clutched her throat with a vice grip. He'd bitten clean through a section of his tongue which lay partly limp in his mouth and caused blood to rush from between his deranged clenched teeth.
Opal reacted best she could, as he leaned his weight atop of her in addition to choking her. She used her free hands to claw at his face, scraping her dirty nails through the blood billowing across his chin. Her hands had just began making purchase in the slick mess of blood and sweat when he shook his head free of her grasp and tightened his grip.
She reached for him again, choking around his clenched fists. She attempted to grab his face again. This time she earned herself a reprieve, one of his hands came free and he used it to send a teeth rattling punch directly for the side of her head. It felt like a rock had dropped against the side of her face right before the hand returned with a crushing weight to her windpipe.
She fought back, attempting to loosen his grip with her own hands. Ordinarily she'd have been able to break the hold, easily even, but three days of shock therapy had left her in such a state where the best she could do was dig her nails into his wrists and struggle to hold on to what little air she had in her body.
Exhaustion ran its course and before long Opal's eyes began rolling back in her head.
All around her echoing in and out like her consciousness was the sound of a siren.
Her world dimmed.
Would she die again now? For good this time? Strangled to death. Was that the way she'd go out?
She felt something come over her. She couldn't explain it, only that there was a brilliant light beginning to dance in her peripherals. She felt a cold chill swept up her backside. Not the regular chill of impending death. Not adrenaline, but something swept through her body. Then something came over her body. If emanated from her back and washed towards her hands which grasp futilely for the man's face.
She smelled something then. Something...something like burning flesh. Why was she smelling herself only now. But this wasn't her. This smell was a new smell.
Smoke. Something had begun smoking. Her eyes found it then, concentrated around the man's face.
Just then she heard a command, "Kill her!" It flooded the intercom, "Kill her now while-,"
Her hands glowed a vibrant blue, her head rolled back, a charge emanated from her tattoo, first the normal luminescent blue then red. Her tattoo surged red and a violent gush of fire shot from her hands, scorching the man's face.
"Gah!" He screamed, lurching away as his face had become enveloped in a consuming fire where her fingers had been. His skin, charred in a magnificent blast.
"Holy shit!"
Opal gasped choking down air, rolling her neck. She'd felt like her spine had been crushed from his weight. Now she blinked back the tears that came with oxygen deprivation.
The world dimmed black and red as a siren blared. She knew without a doubt that an execution squad was now being sent her way. She glanced at her hands.
She knew what it meant. She knew that being a connate had finally paid off for more than pain and suffering. She was one of the rare connates that developed special abilities. Which meant her connate shared whatever ability this was. Fire? Burning light? She wasn't sure and she didn't have time to collect her thoughts on the matter.
Her hands went to the metal restraints on her ankles. She undid them easily, freeing herself finally.
"You bitch!" The second hollered, half his face burned off, he was beyond recognition, his face covered in a sickly looking layer of skin that featured patches of fiery red exposed flesh and even a black gaping hole where Opal's palm had been. Just inside this hole Opal had a clear view of his burned teeth and gums.
Anger fueling each step he closed the distance between them and went for a sloppily thrown punch. Opal sidestepped the man, hooking her arm into his own she redirected his force and with a circular motion threw him clear across the room and directly into a generator.
The thin metal collapsed with his weight, electric wires hissed at the intruder before electrocuting the man. His body danced and jiggled for only a few seconds before he lay still. The electricity hadn't lasted long enough to kill him, but enough to char his eyebrows and knock him clean unconscious.
Her head snapped to the coffee nurse who cower in the corner, eyes wide in horror at the violence she witnessed.
She watched the woman, quiver in absolute terror, her eyes to the girl's hands which seemed to begin to change into an orange and yellow tent, as if the flames were begging to be set free. Opal herself felt a strange rush of adrenalin coursing through her body, a new strength. And it all seemed to radiate from her hands. Restless. She felt she could burn the whole damn building down if she wanted. She could focus that heat and create a whole new sun if she wanted. She felt better than she'd ever felt in her life.
She smirked at the terrified woman, she'd never felt like killing anyone, but now she wanted to see the limits of her power. Before the primal instinct took hold she forced the woman's eyes to find her own with an intent gaze, "This is the part where you run."
Korra didn't have time to consider the options. Fact was, whoever had decided to overrun the facility had put everyone on high alert. Their element of surprise was lost.
Worse, they stood out like sore thumbs amongst Kuvira's heavily armed men.
But none of them stopped. None of them took aim at Korra and her group. Like they were invisible. Korra looked to Iroh. His face had become dead serious. His eyes unblinking.
"Is that you?" Korra asked. Iroh said nothing.
Kai and Jinora looked stricken. They didn't know what to do, "Our element of surprise is gone." Jinora observed.
"True as that is, we had a mission remember? We need info on the location of connates in this facility. Jinora and Wei, get going. I don't know how long Iroh can cloak our presence so be ready for when it wears off." Jinora nodded, her hand going to Wei's shoulder and they quickly vanished.
"I know where Kuvira's office is." Iroh said quietly. His expression strained. His eyes snapping to a soldier at his right. The soldier running by towards the explosion had slowed down. His eyes on Iroh and Korra. His gun began to raise, Iroh took a breath and wormed his way into the man.
The man's face filled with confusion then and he turned and continued running along with the sea of soldiers.
"Are we sure we want to do this?" Kai asked, "Kuvira will be waiting for you if she's already not being whisked away from the facility in an unmarked car that is."
"I can't fail this mission." Korra said, "My family's honor rests on it."
"Alright," Kai said, he didn't agree but he respected Korra, "Iroh, share with me the details of her office."
Iroh face bead with sweat. His eyes bug from his skull and his motions were slow. He was barely holding them. This was a main corridor. If even one mind broke through…
The man moved gravely, working to touch Kai's forehead. Kai took a breath and closed his eyes allowing the schematic to enter his mind, "I see it. It's not far." The young boy grabbed Korra's forearm.
Korra's head turned to acknowledge Kai's touch and only then did she see. The gunman who stood at the end of the hall. He'd dropped to his knee. Hidden in plain view. He aim for the group of rebels. For Kai. Korra yanked the boy violently aside as a spray of bullets shot their way. Kai registered the motion but did not lose focus.
He jumped.
Was his ability fast enough? Korra wondered. Faster than speeding bullets?
No. They rematerialized covered in blood.
~Author Notes~
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