Ch 23 ember island players
Olivier watched with the rest of the gang as Aang and Zuko practiced their fire bending. She knew they were running out of time. Sozin's comet was coming real soon.
"Anyone else find it weird we're in the fire lord's old house?" Katara asked.
"This is the last place anyone will look for us. The last time my family was here was when we were happy. And that was a long time ago." Zuko replied.
"You guys are not gonna believe this." Sokka said, running towards the group with Suki in tow.
"What is it?" Aang asked.
"There's a play about us." Sokka said, pulling out a poster.
"We were walking into town and found this." Suki said.
"How is that possible?" Katara asked.
"Listen to this. The Boy in the Iceberg is a new production from acclaimed playwright Pu-on Tim, who scoured the globe gathering information on the Avatar, from the icy South Pole to the heart of Ba Sing Se. His sources include singing nomads, pirates, prisoners of war, and a surprisingly knowledgeable merchant of cabbage." Sokka said, reading the poster.
"Brought to you by the critically acclaimed Ember Island Players." Suki added.
"Oh God, no." Zuko sulked. "My mother used to take us to see them. They butchered love amongst the dragons every year."
"Sokka, are you sure it's a good idea to watch a play about us?" Katara asked.
"Come on, a day at the theater? This is the kind of wacky time-wasting nonsense I've been missing!" Sokka said, with a grin on his face.
Olivier declined their invitation, knowing that it would be a horrible play. The fire nation was holding a play about their enemies. Of course they would portray them in negative forms, for propaganda purposes.
Olivier walked the beach and mused about her situation. She was fighting another war, and the war was about to end. They were weeks away from the comet. She heard that this comet granted the fire benders incredible power, and was used 100 years ago as a catalyst to committing genocide against the air benders at the start of the war.
"We're already out of time. We're trying to stave off the inevitable." She muttered.
"Out of time for what?"
Olivier behind her and saw Fuhrer Mustang, with a smirk on his face.
"How's it going, General?" Roy asked.
"Fuck you." Olivier spat, angry at Roy.
"What ticked you off?" Roy asked.
"Well, if you'd allow me to take a platoon sized unit of soldiers from Briggs, this war would have ended months ago. Hell, you should have sent in the state alchemists. The fire nation would have been crushed by them. Why only me?" Olivier asked.
"Because you're the best we could afford right now." Roy said.
"You mean I'm expandable. Just great. Well, let me tell you something. We're out of time. In a few weeks, a comet will arrive, which will grant the fire nation incredible power. They will use to destroy the world. I need the state alchemists and all the soldiers from Briggs to help end this war. These kids don't know a damn thing at all. I don't think they have a plan for the comet." Olivier ranted.
"Well wrap this up quick. The higher ups are anxious to see these benders and their capabilities. It could help our country in many ways." Roy said.
"Well, that's great and all. But make plans if you hear that all of us are dead. And if the fire nations is aware of Amestris, they might launch a full scale attack. So be prepared for that as well." Olivier warned.
"Where's the Avatar?" Roy asked.
"They're in a theater, watching a play about themselves. Dumbest think I heard. They'll be sorely disappointed about it." Olivier smirked.
"Nice to know you're so optimistic." Roy replied.
"I'm never optimistic. Only realistic." Olivier said.
Roy left and headed back to Amestris, and the rest of the gang came back.
"How was the play?" Olivier asked.
"Worst play, ever. Of all time. Seriously." Zuko said.
"But the effects were descent." Sokka said.
"It still sucked. Man, I wish Azula and the fire lord would kill those actors." Katara said.
"I figured something like this would happen." Olivier said.
"You knew?" Aang asked.
"Use your head. You're in the fire nation. The enemy country. They make a play about you, their enemy. They're going to portray you guys in a negative way for entertainment for propaganda purposes." Olivier explained.
"It still sucked." Aang said.