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RonaldM40196867: Probably Meelo, but that seems to have been a conscious choice on the part of the writers.

Zigzagdoublezee: Apparently in this universe all you need to do to get people to riot, is tell them to riot. And I'm not sure if Toph has nightmares about it, necessarily, but she knows it was bad and is horrified that Kuvira might have done it to her daughters.

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Korra

The Avatar awoke with a start, and sat up in bed, alarmed. She found herself in her old bedroom, the one she had used before she had gone to Republic City. It still looked exactly the same. That was odd, she thought. She had just been at the meeting, hadn't she?

Then she looked over to find her parents asleep in chairs next to the bed. Cautiously, she got up and went to the window, to find daylight streaming in. The view was almost blinding, the sun lighting up all of the bright white buildings of the South Pole brilliantly.

"Korra?" A voice came from behind her. She turned to find her mother had stirred. Senna nudged Tonraq and then got up and rushed over, embracing her.

"What happened?" She asked. "Are you alright? You just collapsed!"

"I think I'm fine," Korra replied. "Wait, I collapsed? How long have I been out?"

She asked this dreading the answer.

Korra... it's been several days."

"What?" Korra was horrified. "We need to get to Republic City! They need us!"

She had collapsed before, she remembered, back in the Foggy Swamp, but this had been something else, or perhaps the same thing but worse. She hadn't been out for days the first time.

Tonraq and Senna suddenly looked very uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid I've got bad news," Tonraq told her gently.

"More?"

"After you collapsed, the meeting... didn't go your way. The South voted against intervention."

Tonraq said this delicately, but Korra felt her heart sink.

"What? Why? Kuvira-"

"Is no threat to us, or so they believe. To be blunt, they also think the United Republic has got arrogant, thinking itself the centre of the world. They think it thinks we owe them everything, and it owes us nothing."

"And do you think that?"

"What? No! Of course not!" Tonraq protested. "I mean, yes, they did refuse to help us. But if it were up to me, I would not punish the entire country for the actions of one man."

"But it's not up to you," Korra said bitterly.

"Unfortunately, it's not. The people have spoken, and even though I am the Chief I cannot go against them. And even if we wanted to help the United Republic, we're still barely getting on our feet after the War for Independence. We're just not ready for a war."

Korra fell back against the bed with her hand over her face. So she had failed. This had always been a possibility, but now that it had come to pass she found the taste of failure very bitter. She wondered if Mako was having these problems.

Senna sat down on the bed next to her.

"It's alright!" She said sympathetically, and then leaned in for a hug. Korra accepted it wordlessly. Neither of them needed to say anything.

"So what are you going to do now?" Tonraq asked.

Korra paused for a moment.

"I'm going back to Republic City," she said. "I still need to defend it, by myself if I need to."

"Of course you do," Tonraq told her proudly. "I love you, Korra."

"I love you too, dad," Korra replied.

There was a knock on the door.

"What?" Tonraq called.

There was a moment of silence, and then a small voice.

"They're asking for you at the docks," it said.

Tonraq frowned and got up.

"What is it now?" He asked. "Is someone kicking up a fuss about docking fees again?"

"Not quite," the voice replied. "An old lady claiming to be a companion of the Avatar just turned up in a submarine, and she's also claiming her home got attacked."

Korra sat up sharply.

The docks, as it turned out, were not far away. As Korra and Tonraq turned the corner, they made out what looked like a giant metal fish sat sticking out of the water. A glass viewport sat at one end, and a vertical tail fin extended out of the other. Horizontal stabilising fins were set into the sides, and a boarding ramp connected the whole contraption to the dock.

"That's an antique," Tonraq breathed.

"You know what it is?"

But Tonraq didn't answer, because his vision was drawn to three figures who were stood on the dock next to the submarine, arguing with the port authorities. Two of them seemed to be about Lin's age, and the other was an old woman. One of them was dressed as a Kyoshi Warrior, one was dressed in flowing blue and green robes, and the old woman was dressed in all green with a golden headdress and grey hair. They were all inappropriately dressed for the weather though, so the port officials were also trying to offer them furs.

Tonraq picked up the pace. The argument stopped as he approached.

"What's going on?" He demanded.

"These people haven't got port licenses, and won't pay to dock!" One of the port officials said. "We're expecting a merchant ship at this wharf in a couple of hours!"

"That's not important!" The Kyoshi Warrior raged. "Our home has been attacked!"

Korra arrived at that moment, and took in the scene.

"Just this once, let it slide," Tonraq said sternly. "This is my direct order."

"Rules are rules!"

"And morals are morals!" Tonraq replied.

Korra took that moment to insert herself into the conversation as Tonraq argued with the men.

"Hello there," she said. "My name is Avatar Korra. Pleased to meet you."

The other woman, the one in the green and blue robes, perked up.

"Great!" She said. "We need your help. We come from Kyoshi Island. I'm Zaochen, and this is my sister Bulan. She's the head of the Kyoshi Warriors in our village."

The older woman stepped forward.

"I know you already," she announced.

Korra blinked. "You do?"

"Your past life, I mean. Avatar Aang. I was with him when he fought the Firelord. He was a good friend."

"Were you?" Korra was impressed. "In that case," she mentally ticked off the names in her head. She wasn't Katara, or Sokka, or Zuko, or Toph, which left one member of Aang's Team Avatar more. "You must be Suki?"

"At your service," Suki replied. "But like I say, I need your help. Kuvira has attacked our island."

"I'm sorry," Korra told her sympathetically. "Come with me back to Republic City, will you? You'll find people willing to listen to you there."

Suki made a face.

"Fine."

"Or you could tell me now? What happened? What did she do?"

And so Zaochen told her everything. Of the ship that had loomed out of the fog and destroyed a mighty sea monster in a single purple blast, of the subsequent landings and their escape in a relic from the Hundred Years' War.

"We don't know why she did it," she said. "But we know it was her."

"I understand," Korra replied. "Come north with me, plead your case with Raiko, maybe he can help you."

"Don't hold your breath for his help," Tonraq interjected darkly, having come over to see what was going on.

"This is different!" Korra pointed out. "Kuvira is going to attack the United Republic, we think. His hand will be forced."

But Suki just glared at the Chief. Korra noticed the hostility, baffled.

"Suki, I'm honoured by your presence-" Tonraq began.

"Is Katara here?" The older woman brushed over him. "I would rather speak to her than you."

"What?" Korra asked, dumbfounded. A certain protective anger rose within her. "Hey! What did he ever do to you?"

Suki turned to her, and spoke coldly, matter-of-factly.

"He got my husband killed, Avatar. That is what he did."