Ch 18 day of black sun
Olivier woke up and got ready. She sharpened her swords and knives. She went to the shore and washed herself. She noticed Katara and Sokka looking at a map and looking at the sea.
"Do you think the fog will delay the invasion?" Katara asked.
"No. That is the invasion." Sokka said.
6 water tribe ships appeared thru the fog, and Aang and Toph wasted no time in creating docks for the newcomers.
Olivier watched as everyone met with each other. The friendly greetings and conversations.
They were going to war.
They were invading heart of the fire nation.
This was a suicide mission.
But Olivier remembered that fight she and her brother had with Sloth. When Alex had asked how she was doing, Olivier just spat some blood and smirked. She had a broken arm, and several broken ribs. Olivier rubbed it off as nothing.
Olivier only did it, so as to not scare her brother. Because she knew that if the fight had gone on longer, she'd be dead.
So that's what they were doing. Maybe she was wrong.
"Where's Olivier?" Hakoda asked.
Olivier walked away, not wanting to talk to anyone right now. She didn't feel like it.
Katara didn't get that, and walked after the Amestris general.
"Olivier, what's wrong?" Katara asked.
"This is war. A suicide mission." Olivier said.
"We know that." Katara said.
"Does it occur to you'll probably never see anyone again?" Olivier asked.
Katara was taken back, but then brightened up again.
"But if we believe we can win, we can win." She said.
Olivier scoffed at her naivety.
"It's war, Katara! People die! Even if we do succeed, how many will die in the process? Your father, your brother, Toph, Aang! How many?! Hell, this mission could fail and all of us will either die, or end up in the fire nation death camp!" Olivier almost shouted.
The ice queen's words seemed to have an effect on Katara, as she simply walked away, without a retort.
Olivier looked over a map Hakoda pointed to after his rousing speech. She looked at the battle plan over and over. They were walking into a trap. They were going to march thru the open courtyard, and get ambushed by dozens of heavy artillery fire.
"Hakoda, we need to talk." Olivier said.
"What is it, general?" Hakoda asked.
"Your plan sucks." Olivier spat. "Look here. We're marching the troops into an open killing field. They'll have artillery weapons such as catapults or launchers on the high ground. Considering the amount of soldiers we have, the only way to deal with this is to put all of our forces to attack the artillery. Move your troops on the high ground. You got earth benders. Use them."
"We already have a plan. As much as your plan makes sense, this is the only way without taking high casualties. I already have an idea on how to take out the artillery." Hakoda said.
"What is that?" Olivier asked.
"Me, Sokka, and Katara will go on Appa and take them out from the air." Hakoda said.
"I hope this plan works. If we get bogged down any one time, God help us." Olivier warned.
Heavy breathing came from her body. Olivier grabbed her sword's handle and got ready. Once the subs hit the beach, all hell would break loose.
The front doors opened, and Olivier ran out with the rest of the troops. Almost immediately they were under attack by the fire nation battlements. Out of the corner of the eye she saw a projectile fly over her head and explode less than a second later.
Fire nation tanks came out along with supporting infantry. The tanks were quickly taken out by water benders and their own earth tanks. Olivier parried sword blows with one enemy soldier and quickly killed him.
Olivier spends the next hour killing fire nation soldiers, and watches as the ragtag army dwindles down from constant fighting.
Sokka appears on Appa and takes charge of the group. With newfound energy, the army surged forward and left the open courtyards and fought into the tighter houses. They were soon going to march up the volcano side. Olivier looked at the mountain, and saw dozens of bunkers and artillery weapons.
"Fuck." She muttered, knowing that casualties would be high.
Aang came back on his glider and told them the fire lord wasn't there. Olivier was more than happy to pull back their forces and attack the fire nation another day. But did the kids see that? No. They just decided to go and look for the fire lord himself.
What a bunch of idiots.
"You feel anything down their?" Aang asked.
"Yup. There are natural tunnels crisscrossing the insides of the bunker." Toph said.
Olivier took note of the word crisscrossing. They were heading into the enemy bunker, and may never find the fire lord because of the labyrinth.
But the kids went thru anyway and went thru the tunnels. Olivier looked as lava flowed down into separate areas. She grimaced at the idea of said lava touching human skin.
Following the advice of a guard they interrogated, they approached a large door and broke it open.
"So you're still alive." Azula said.
Olivier pulled out her sword, ready for yet another rematch. But then her disciplined mind, hardened by years at Briggs broke thru. The guard had told them the fire lord was here. But her daughter was here.
Olivier gritted her teeth in anger. Azula was using a delaying action. She ran away from the Avatar as they fought a few dai li agents from Ba Sing Se.
Everyone ran after her, but Olivier slowed down. She knew that it was useless. They were just wasting time.
She walked out the way they came and waited.
After what seemed like forever, the kids came out. Sokka was particularly angry.
"What changed your mind?" Olivier asked.
"We ran out of time. Simple as that." Toph said.
Everyone looked as a fleet of zeppelins and balloons moved over the invasion force.
"Shit." Olivier said.
They watched as the zeppelins bombed the submarines, cutting off the chance of escape.
Meeting with the main force, they went over the options, which were very limited.
Sokka wanted to fight, but Hakoda had a better plan. Send the kids and Olivier away to fight another day. Everyone else stayed behind to surrender.
As they flew on Appa towards the western air temple, no-one said anything, physically and emotionally drained from the day.