Kuvira
The Great Uniter stood at the end of a long hall, with green pillars reaching up to a roof high above them. She stood on a raised platform with two guards flanking her and a thunderous expression on her face. Sitting facing her were rows of dignitaries and officials from every major city and region in the country. She had never bothered learning their names; she didn't need to.
Most of the foreign dignitaries were gone. The representatives of the Fire Nation, Water Tribes, Air Nomads, and United Republic had swiftly made their excuses and flown away. The sky over Ba Sing Se had been thick with airships for a good 15 minutes. Notably, several heads of her provincial governments such as the King of Omashu and Suyin Beifong had also been quick to leave. Too quick, perhaps. The King had also got away with the Avatar, Mako, and their heiress friend Asami. Asami had electrocuted her too- in front of everyone. Kuvira scowled at the memory, and a few people shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
"I have not had a good day," Kuvira told them. "I would advise you not to make it worse."
"What's this about?" An official from the city of Bin-Er put his hands up.
"Have you been living under a rock?" Kuvira demanded. "The King is gone. We're a Republic now. And the Avatar attacked me and is our enemy."
a shocked murmur went through the crowd.
"You are here because I need your loyalty. The Avatar will doubtless try to poison your mind against me. Remember it is I who is responsible for the restoration of our state, not the King."
"Are we going to try to fight the Avatar?" Someone shouted from the back.
Kuvira just shrugged. "If it comes to it. I vowed to protect the realm and I will do it no matter who gets in our way."
"This is madness!" Another voice rang out. A woman in an armoured Kimono had stood up. "The Avatar is our friend!"
Kuvira scowled. "Oh, it's you."
"If you've got us into a fight with the Avatar, that usually means you've done something wrong."
"How so?" Kuvira asked.
"Amon was taking people's bending away. Unalaq started a war. Zaheer and his terrorist friends got us into this mess in the first place, and Korra fought them and won because of it. If you are now her enemy, that suggests you're not in good company." The Islander told her.
"Nobody gets it right all the time," Kuvira pointed out.
"The Avatar gets it right most of the time. Surely it's not too late to reconcile?"
Kuvira had heard enough, and rolled her eyes.
"You're from Kyoshi Island, formerly the Yakoya Peninsula," Kuvira said. " Your origin story is an Avatar ripping your entire island free of the mainland. Of course you would argue. You've always been entirely too friendly by half with them. You're not even properly from the Earth Kingdom!"
The woman stepped back, offended. "And what's that supposed to mean?" But just then another voice came from somewhere in the rows of seats.
"She's right though!"
A man wearing the livery of Omashu and another woman wearing the metal ornaments of Xaofu joined the Islander.
"We know the Avatar, Ma'm," the Xaofu delegate said. "The mother of our founder was a companion and teacher of Avatar Aang, and we've had plenty of dealings with Korra. They are good people, and wise protectors. We should not go against them."
"Korra attacked me!"
"Because you overthrew the King and tried to stir up xenophobia against her friend! We were there and saw you!" The Omashu delegate declared.
"He was a Firebender! Don't you remember the war?"
"The war was 70 years ago. None of us were even born when Avatar Aang fought the Firelord, so why hold a random Firebender personally responsible?"
"And didn't that Firebender say something about prison camps?" The Kyoshi Islander asked. She turned back to her. "You are Chin the Conqueror come again," she told her.
Kuvira sighed, and flicked one of her hands. The Kyoshi Warrior's ceremonial battle fans ripped themselves free of her belt, rose quickly into the air, extended, and whacked the man from Omashu and the woman from Xaofu over the head before either knew what was happening. The two of them crumpled as the fans knocked the Islander's feet out from under her and sent her sprawling, before returning to Kuvira's hand.
"I see," she said. "It's treason then."
"How is that treason?" The warrior shouted. "By that logic you're the traitor against the King!"
"It just is! And he's not the King any more! You compared me to Chin the Conqueror, and knowing your community's origin story as I do, that's not a compliment. You said that I deserved to go the way he did!"
"No I didn't!"
"It was implied!" Kuvira snapped. "You seem to be backing the Avatar, backing the Pretender Wu over me. And that worries me."
She leaned over the Islander.
"You see, if you can come here, and say these things directly to my face, then what treason lurks back at home? What do your friends and family say about me when they think I cannot hear? What foul plots against me must be being concocted in Xaofu, in Omashu, on Kyoshi Island?"
Her face contorted with anger. "How ungrateful. After all I have done with this nation, and you throw it back in my face like this? How dare you."
She stared the Islander down as she said this.
"Especially Kyoshi Island, you've been isolated from the mainland for so long, and most of you are more water tribe than Earth Kingdom at this point... So it only seems fair that I pay your homes a personal visit."
The Kyoshi Islander's face paled at once.
She turned to one of the guards. Without looking she flicked a metal strip at the Islander, which clamped around her wrists.
"Take these traitors to the dungeon," she said. Then she turned back to the assembled officials as the three who had argued were hauled to their feet.
"See what happens to traitors! I hope nobody else has anything to add?"
Nobody did.
"At least most of you know gratitude."
Satisfied, Kuvira turned to another guard.
"Tell them to ready the train, and prepare the army. Get me Varrick and Bolin, but don't tell Bolin where we're going. We're going to pay some potential traitors a visit."
She paused.
"Starting with Suyin Beifong."