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RonaldM40196867: I'm not planning any strange new bending techniques, and if I list all the changes to characters I might be here all day and give away some major spoilers. However, a change I have tried to make is to make Kuvira a little bit more evil (such as with the mind control and with gaslighting Bataar a couple of chapters ago). The rest just develops from that.

Zigzagdoublezee: Yes, that probably would have been a better explanation. And the detail about Asami being the only member of Team Avatar to have been to the Fire Nation is not from canon, which as far as I know has never said anything either way. I just think that the others would have never had the chance before the series and if they had been during it, we probably would have seen it.

Asami

As the airships shrank to tiny dots in the sky and vanished, Asami sighed. Her friends were gone, scattered to the winds once again. That left her here, with nothing but her work and her troubled family for company.

She nodded as she left the Airship hangars and climbed into her Satomobile, before revving the throttle and accelerating away. There was just one more person she needed to see, and then her work could restart in earnest.

Republic City seemed almost serene as she drove through it, or at least as serene as a bustling capital city could be. People were working, playing, living their lives, seemingly completely oblivious to the potential threat that lay just over the horizon. Just for a moment, Kuvira might as well have not existed for all the difference it made.

Asami might in other circumstances have enjoyed the moment. But while the city could forget Kuvira, she could not.

The Satomobile weaved through traffic, riding the very limits of Republic City rules of the road as Asami turned away from the city centre and towards a large concrete building surrounded by a high fence. She pulled up at a checkpoint to gain entry, but was soon waved through because the guard recognised her. She parked the Satomobile near the building, and was allowed through another gap in another fence. The room she entered was very plain, with nothing except a few chairs and a desk at one end of it, behind which a very bored looking receptionist sat. He looked up as Asami approached.

"Sato?" She asked.

Asami nodded.

The receptionist fiddled around in a desk for a few seconds, and then ordered Asami to hand over any weapons.

Asami reached into her sleeve, and disconnected the hidden electroglove she kept up there for emergencies. She put it down in a tray which the receptionist stashed under the desk, and after a metalbender stationed on the door had waved his hand towards her and was assured that there was no other metal about her person, she was waved through. A long corridor, with several guarded doors placed at regular intervals down its length, led to a spacious hall with tables and chairs set around it. Asami took a seat at one, and one guard remained with her while the other vanished into one of the doors.

Asami remained tense. She couldn't relax here, no matter how much she tried to take her mind off things.

She hated prisons. She particularly hated this prison. And she definitely hated why she was here.

Two minutes later, the guard returned, leading a bearded man in handcuffs. He was guided to the seat opposite her, and Hiroshi Sato looked impassively at his daughter.

"Hello dad," Asami said, suddenly feeling very small.

Hiroshi said nothing.

"How are you? How is prison treating you?" Asami tried again. Her father still didn't respond.

"Come on dad," Asami wanted to throw her hands up in the air already. "What's the problem?"

Hiroshi's eyes narrowed.

"You know why," he said, speaking for the first time.

"Is this still about Amon?" Asami wanted to roll her eyes.

"Yes!" Hiroshi said. "We nearly had the perfect world, Asami!"

"No we didn't!" Asami replied. "We nearly had Amon take everyone's bending away."

"Precisely," Hiroshi said. "Then we could all be equal."

"You supported a terrorist," Asami told him.

"One man's terrorist is-"

"Still a terrorist even if you support their ideology," Asami interrupted him. "Don't give me that."

"We could have had it if you hadn't betrayed us," Hiroshi told her.

"What do you mean, us?" Asami asked, stung. "I was never an equalist."

"I know. You chose the Avatar over your own father," Hiroshi replied bitterly.

"I chose the Avatar over Amon."

"Same thing."

The two of them fell into an angry silence after that. Asami supposed that it had been a mistake to come here. Her father hadn't changed, he was still a true believer in a cause long dead, and he was still letting it guide his emotions towards his only family. She nearly got up and left, and then remembered that she had come here for a reason.

"Look, I need your help," she said finally.

"Oh!" Hiroshi let out a small laugh. "Is it this again?"

"You built the torpedoes that were used to attack the United Republic Navy!" She said. "You know how they work!"

"I do, but why would I help you? I'm just a political prisoner. Why would I tell you how to fix weapons that will just be used to prop up the very same unjust system that I fought against?"

"Because Kuvira is coming."

The words were out of Asami's mouth before she could stop them. Hiroshi's eyes widened for a second, but he stared silently at her.

"The United Republic is about to be invaded, dad!" Asami repeated. "We need everything we can! Including you."

Hiroshi looked at her again. Then he spoke, slowly.

"We're about to be invaded?"

"Yes."

"And when this invasion comes, are you going to stop them?"

"I'm going to try," Asami replied defiantly. Hiroshi's mouth twitched, and he looked like he wanted to say something. He stared at her for a few seconds, and then he stood up.

"I'm done here," he announced.

"What?" Asami stood up too. "You can't go!"

"I can and I will!" Hiroshi told her. "Goodbye, Asami."

The guards looked between them, uncertainly, for a moment and then one of them took Hiroshi by the arm. He did not look back as he was guided from the hall.

Asami just watched him go, a multitude of emotions, most of them negative, raging within her. As the door slammed behind him, she began to walk towards the exit, determined to put this behind her and throw herself into her work.

She would save Republic City, she decided, with or without her father.