A/N: I'm thankful to all of you for checking and following this story. All will be made clear very soon, my dear fans, followers, and readers!

Disclaimer: I am thankful for writing and fan fiction, but I cannot claim the characters from Avatar the Last Airbender and Guardians of the Galaxy.

The large screens around the Flying Pig flickered on, and an angular-jawed man appeared with slicked-backed hair as a gyroscope of purple cubes rotated in the background.

"This is M-m-m-m-m-Max H-h-head-head-headroom, welcome to Hy-per, Hy-Hy-per Space, where anything can happen. Let's catch up, shall we, main characters assemble, and background players sit down." Max Headroom's face takes up the whole screen. "I'm talking to you, Smellerbee, Long Shot, and most of Toph's crew." The crew stepped forward expectantly. "You can sit down."

The mentioned crew got sad and sat down, folding their arms grumpily. Long Shot continued piloting the ship, not caring where he ranked in the story. He was next to Smellerbee, where he liked to stay. Smellerbee was mildly annoyed but realized she could have been killed off, so quite happy that she was alive and in the background.

"The Gaang has officially assembled: Aang, Toph, Apa, Momo, Sokka, Suki, Zuko and Katara. Hero Poses, everyone."

A spotlight shined upon each name called and posed according to their personality. Aang folded his arms. Toph's arrow appeared glowing. Momo slapped his megalithic gun into his paw. Apa stomped his feet. Suki whipped out a fan and waved it alluringly at Sokka, who raised an eyebrow and flexed his biceps. Zuko glowered but relaxed and blushed when he saw Katara, who glittered in a soft glow of light and then flicked her hair.

"Stay tuned, folks; things are about to get interesting. Remember…What channel should you watch? V-TV, Vvvvvv-TV; it's out of this world."

Sokka busts out laughing and slaps his knee. "Out of this world; good one. I'll have to remember that."

"Max Headroom is signing off for now. You may return to your regularly scheduled Starport stop. Please keep your trays in the upright position."

The screen went black. The gaang waited, and events resumed their general jobs of milling about until they arrived at Republic City.

Going to Republic City via successive star gates to transverse space was the quickest path. The Avatarians created the star gates to move through vast distances. However, there was a required pass to use the ports, which was only allowed to Avatarian citizens; the underbelly of the galaxy didn't have port privileges. Most bounty hunters had to bribe. Luckily, Aang was there to prevent the usual delay, and Momo was ready in case Aang didn't work by utilizing his blaster as a persuasion.

Sokka tended to do better than Katara in briding. Her idea of sweet talking would be demanding to let them through and give a talk about how they were abusing the system that was meant for everyone and not just for some. That bounty hunters were people, too. Of course, Katara would digress, saying that Avatarians failed to protect the Southern Aquaducian world from Draconian abuse. By the time she finished, Shipie would be compounded, and Sokka and Katara would be under arrest for disturbing the peace.

After their last stint in custody, Sokka informed Katara that he would conduct all negotiations involving those of a sensitive nature. Katara hated agreeing that his lighter touch prevented costly bail fees; it didn't hurt that Sokka had a way with women.

Toph pointed to Aang when Sokka started to brush back his hair and start his schmoozing process. "Snoozles, cool it. Twinkle Toes, get light feet on your feet, float over there, and get us through those gates."

Aang looks down at his feet with confusion. "I am under the same amount of gravity. I can't bend air any more than anyone else?"

Katara rocks back on her heels and looks away at that comment. Zuko watches her closely and notes her reaction, remembering her breathing the fire when they first met. He moves to her protectively, and Katara looks at him, smiling weakly.

Sokka steps in front of Katara, shielding her, interjecting, and trying to divert attention that might notice Katara's suspicious actions. "Aang, Toph means for you to let us pass the usual Ostrich-horse manure of Stargate ports."

"Oh sure," Aang holds up his pass key, his hand. "Katara, I've got us covered."

Katara nods and smiles indulgently. "Thanks, Aang."

Aang typed in his unique code as Nova Prime into the system. The gates blinked white to allow for smooth passage.

Katara started pacing. Now that they were nearing the completion of their adventure. It could all go wrong. She felt they weren't heading away from something horrible but rapidly barreling towards it. "I can't believe we managed to avoid capture."

Sokka shrugged, "When you have the power of a good soundtrack, you can handle anything." Noticing his sister's agitation, he tried to reassure her. "Katara, we got this; don't worry about it."

Zuko glared at Sokka's simplistic answer to everything. Zuko had plenty of experience in situations where everything could go wrong. "Katara isn't wrong; I'm pretty worried."

Sokka draped his arm over Zuko's shoulders, who immediately shrugged it off. "Honestly, buddy, it's hard to tell what you're feeling besides." Sokka pulls his face into an exaggerated scowl. His mouth turns down at the corners, and his eyebrows pinch together so his eyes almost look crossed. "You're mostly angry, angry, grumpy, grumpy, honor, honor; I'm a full Prince, not a half Prince." Sokka stomps around the cabin, hunching his shoulders over.

Zuko scowls angrily. "Quit that; I do not act like that."

Katara holds a hand to her mouth. She knows it isn't polite to make fun, but Sokka's interpretation isn't so far-fetched. She smiles sweetly at Zuko and holds up her hand, putting her fingers together. "You do a little, but…" Katara drops her hand and adds truthfully. "It is kinda cute."

Zuko's cheek goes red, and he folds his arms, looking away. Aang looks disappointed and slightly irritated.

Aang coughs and tries to change the subject. "I think we present to the Collector that the item is under Avatarian ownership."

"I am, Apa."

Momo agrees with Apa's question about what they will do once they get to Republic City. "You realize we will be in Republic City soon with these Stargates. We are not handing over what we have spent nineteen chapters retrieving."

"Nineteen chapters, you weren't here from the beginning."

Momo slams his paw into his other paw. "Fine, whatever. I just want to get my money!"

"Yip, Yip!" Apa growls.

Momo rolls his eyes, "Fine, our money, alright, our money."

Suki adds with seriousness. "The Collector is known to be quite crafty when he wants to acquire something."

Sokka swallows painfully, rubbing his neck. "I say we drop a skunk bomb, grab the denarians and leave."

Suki wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Ew, that takes forever to get rid of that smell."

Sokka waves his hand away. "Nah, you just head to the nearest port and get cleaned up."

Toph sniffs her armpits, "I like the smell of skunk bombs."

"Skunk Bombs can be smelled miles away." Zuko can't believe the Flying Pig is one of the top bounty hunters. "How have you lasted this long as a bounty hunter?"

Toph opens her coat, which reveals her arrow. "I ain't said I was a bounty hunter."

Sokka leans against the ship. He is going to enjoy how this fight goes down. "Yeah, Toph, Zuko thinks bounty hunters are honorless thieves."

Aang added, not realizing he would get on the wrong side of Katara. "Well, they are."

Hey!" Katara folds her arms and glares at Aang. "We are not honorless. We have to work around the laws that are stacked against us."

Zuko smirks at Aang. For once, Zuko wasn't on the end of Katara's ire.

Sokka doesn't care about being called honorless. He knows who he is and is proud that he and Katara have survived harrowing situations. Besides, look at Toph's crew. The crew is sharpening their knives and rolling dice to see who can take their share of the booty.

"You've met the other bounty hunters in the bar, right? Would you exactly call them upstanding?"

"Well, no," Katara remembered many slide shows and thought she was in the wrong line of work, but those were the cards dealt when the Drac attacked their planet.

Aang steps forward curiously. "Aren't you a bounty hunter?"

Zuko barks. "No!"

Sokka couldn't resist. "Wait, if you're not a bounty hunter, what exactly was the reason you were in Omashu galaxy on that particular planet trying to steal the same object that Katara and I were trying to steal."

"I'm a hired assassin."

"Oh great, we have got Thanos after us!"

Katara gets in Zuko's face. They stare into each other's eyes. "So you were chasing me."

Zuko's voice deepened. "I wasn't, but now I would, and I will always find you."

Toph stepped between Katara and Zuko. "You two are making me want to barf." Toph pointed her finger at Sokka. "It is so cute, Snoozles, that you would think Thanos's minion would want a bunch of nobodies."

Sokka puffs out his chest. "Nobodies, we are wanted in several galaxies and by one particularly tricky collector."

"That tricky collector is going to make mincemeat of you, Snoozles."

Katara looked at her brother with outstanding. "That's precisely what I'm worried about. We have to handle this trade very carefully. "

Toph's lips narrowed in a determined line. "We need to have two teams ready. I'm determined to get my cut."

"What!" Momo declared. "At this rate," he starts adding on his paws. "We have to split it seven ways."

"Eight ways," Katara counts the prominent cast members.

Momo shook his head. "No way, Sokka and you count as one person."

Both siblings say, stunned, "We are not one person!"

"I am, Apa." Apa chastizes Momo for his greed.

Momo waves away the admonishment. "Fine, fine, eight, but no more splitz-zies with anyone else."

"The Bolder…"

Momo barks, "I said, no more!"

"The Bolder is offended." The muscled man promptly sits down next to the Hippo, who is chewing on some rocks.

Momo cocks his gun, "This is how it goes down. Part of us goes to see the Collector, and the rest of us stand ready for any funny business."

Suki asked, "So who goes where?" Everyone looked confused. Suki sighed and divided the teams up. "Team one to the Collector: Aang, Katara, Zuko, and Momo." Suki looped Her arm through Sooka's. "Team two: Me, Sokka, of course, Toph and Apa. We'll watch the perimeter at the Jasmine Dragon Teahouse."

Sokka was curious. "So, who is going to speak to the Collector? It can't be someone that is constantly in a bad mood."

Katara glowered. "I hope that isn't being referenced to me."

Momo feels uneasy; the back of his neck is tight, like when he knows something bad will happen. He moves his shoulders to loosen the muscles. "It ain't me; I'm a ball of sunshine."

"You're a ball of something," Zuko grumbles.

Momo started to unfold his weapon. "Listen! You…"

Aang interjects with his hands, stilling any firepower. "Can we all agree to disagree?"

Katara was glad that someone on her team spoke sense. "Thank you, Aang; finding someone thinking for the good of all is a nice change."

"Suck up!" Momo grumbles at Aang.

Zuko nods, "That is something we can agree upon."

Aang liked his assignment, hoping he would get more time with Katara. "I think Katara should present the item to the Collector."

Everyone agreed with Aang's suggestion that Katara should be the one to conduct the actual trade with the Collector; Katara wasn't sure and remained quiet. They took that as her answer and considered the matter settled.

Katara went to the deck that overlooked the mechanics of the Flying Pig. She gripped the rail to feel something firm in her grasp. Everyone was counting on her, and she didn't know if she could do it.

"Okay, so what is the problem?" Zuko said gruffly behind Katara. He had seen her slip silently away.

"The problem is, the problem is..." Katara wanted to be honest. "The problem is I have never gone to an arms dealer."

"I thought you were a bounty hunter?"

"Yes, but I get the bounty, and either Toph or Sokka handled the payment for what I hunted, never me."

Zuko declared, "I will be there with you."

Katara's eyes softened. "The Collector isn't known to be the most friendly."

"I'm used to not friendly people."

"Well, then you and he will get along fine then. Nothing to worry about." Katara began pacing

Zuko followed Katara. "That's right, nothing to worry about."

Katara stopped and felt determined that she would do it. She had to do it! She whirled around and bumped into Zuko's chest. "You don't have to follow me. I'm not going to run away. "

"It doesn't matter; even if you did, I would find you. I never give up on something that I want." Zuko could feel Katara's heartbeat. He wondered if she could feel his.

"Zuko, I…." Katara felt herself get lost in those yellow pools. There were flecks she had never noticed before. Of course, they had been fighting when she had been this close to him. She had been a little distracted, but now, with all that he said to her. Could she trust him? "I want to trust you, but…"

"Katara, I've changed. I'm with your side."

"So, you're no longer surly, moody, prone to pouting." Katara issued her list and backed toward him.

"I'm those things, but…" Zuko stopped retreating. Katara landed against his chest, smooth and round. His hands went up and grabbed the tops of her arms, holding her close. "That's not totally who I am. I can be other things."

"The Collector is renowned for many things but especially intuitively knowing his opponent." Katara stared into his eyes and felt her heart quicken.

"I have never met anyone other than my sister who can handle whatever is thrown their way. I believe in you."

Katara stared at Zuko and wondered about his transformation. She meant something to him. But the truth was when you are a bounty hunter, you aren't allowed to form attachments. The only person she had let herself trust was the Sokka. She didn't know if it was wise to let anyone else in; Jett had let her down before.

"Zuko, what will you do after we turn the item to the Collector?

"I want to free my sister and return the Drac's honor."

"But how?"

"I don't know how, but only that I'm tired of running from my destiny."

The speakers blasted with an appearance from Max Headroom, startling Zuko and Katara apart. Zuko and Katara stepped away from each other. Katara could still feel the heat of his hands on her.

"How can you tell a network executive is lying? His lips move. Most people would agree that censors are a silly breed. It surprises me how they ever manage to breed at all. And now and n-n-n-ow, you have entered Republic City."

Republic City was full of flying spaceships darting across the sky highway. Slick buildings of metal and glass pointed upwards in the sky. Parks and lush landscapes were dotted among the myriad of buildings and homes that made up the city. Aliens from all races coexisted with each other to form a perfectly balanced society.

Republic City was a sleek place, a complex hybrid of homes, businesses, and government networked on a grid of the highest sophistication. The white boulevards enable the traffic flow of mixed races aliens to intermingle and conduct their commerce.

Max Headroom loomed on the video screen. "Republic City is where all your dreams come true."

"That's a load of crap." Momo caressed his gun.

"Keep all guns, knives, and negative attitudes stowed in their proper locations." Max Headroom stuttered, "That means, that means, you."

Momo held his gun closely. "Nobody gonna take my gun."

Aang turned around proudly. "Republic City is a place of peace." He looked at Momo. "They won't let you off the ship with guns."

"Fine!" Momo left the gun on the ship and pushed a button. He pointed to the eager crew. "Ain't nobody better touch it! I've got it booby-trapped." The crew sat down again, disappointed. Momo wasn't too upset about leaving his latest weapon. He could always make a new one with whatever he found; besides, he had his trusty knife in his boot.

"Peace out, cuz Republic City, here we come." Toph moved to stand in front of the Flying Pig's window.

"It has been a long journey, but at least the end is in sight." Sokka wrapped his arm around Suki.

The Flying Pig steered into an open docking station. The video screen turned on again with soothing music, and an informational video extolled Republic City's virtues. A commercial explained that the best tea could only be found at the Jasmine Dragon Tea House. The advertisement ended.

"Where are we going to find this Collector?" Zuko asked the gang but watched Katara. She was still nervous.

Sokka moved towards the exit ramp. "He will be found in the Upper Ring of the City."

Momo had been fiddling with some loose parts, crafting a new weapon. "Now, there is a place I try to avoid."

"Why?" Katara looked surprised.

"It is full of too many people." Momo folded his gun into a small place.

Sokka shrugged. "Unfortunately, if we want to find the Collector, that is where we must go."

"So, how is this going to work?" Aang directed his question to Katara.

Katara took a deep breath and answered with calm and resolve. "I will approach the Collector, Zuko, Aang, and Momo; you will watch the sides as I make the transfer. Team two: Sokka, Suki, Apa, and Toph will go to the Jasmine Dragon Teahouse. It isn't far from the Collector. We will meet up there to divvy up the bounty."

Momo grumbled his protest. "Who died and made you the leader?"

Aang defended her but also weighed the alternatives. "It is best to let Katara do the negotiations, and we watch for anything tricky."

Sokka agreed, "Iroh is tricky, and Katara can handle tricky situations."

Katara smiled at her brother. "Thanks, Sokka." He was being kind, for Sokka was the planner, but the fact that he said that out loud proved that he trusted her instincts. "Let's move out. Good luck, everyone."

The group divided and went to their respective places. Each was hesitant in their prospective duties. The aim was to achieve their goals, but whether it was easy or hard was still being determined.

The Collector's palace was located in the center of the city. It was behind a web of security, operated by creatures pieced together from various parts and bodies to make one unique species—a similar variety to those that Commander Zhou had hybridized. Momo shivered at the reminder, though he shrugged it off. He liked to call himself the only one, and he was, but he wasn't alone in being abused.

Katara, Zuko, Momo, and Aang were met by a smiling attendant, who bowed at their approach.

"I am Joo-Dee; the Collector is expecting you. Please, follow me and keep your hands away from the security detail." She motioned for them to follow her through the gate.

The group followed and then abruptly stopped, running into each other. Caught in a jumble but managing to avoid toppling over Joo-Dee, who was unbothered by her sudden stop or the fact that those following her were now in a piled heap. "Please do not look the hybrids in the eye; they do not like it."

"Thanks, Momo!" Everyone grumbled.

Momo roared, "She wasn't talking to me, you numb skulls."

Joo-Dee nodded at Momo. "As I said, Hybrids don't like being looked at."

Momo yelled, "I ain't no hybrid, I'm me!" He pounded his chest.

Joo-Dee led the group past heads upon the walls of various aliens. The heads issued dire warnings of reproach and fear. 'Go back! Return from whence they come! Leave this place, or your head will be next!'

"Shut it, all of you!" Zuko barked. He reached to hold onto Katara's shoulder, steadying her trembling. "They are here for show, to intimidate, nothing more."

Momo shrugged, "They ain't intimidating to me."

The heads spoke in unison. "Says a hybrid…"

Momo threw a hidden knife from his shoe at the closest head. The blade went straight through into the wall. The head flickered and then resumed its solid image.

As Momo gasped, two hybrids quickly apprehended the lemur, gagging him and then dragging him out. An image resembling Momo appeared and began following the group with a bit of a jaunty skip. Joo-Dee continued her tour, not responding or commenting on the change. Zuko, Katara, and Aang were oblivious to the imposter Momo.

Joo-Dee led the group into a room draped in rich tapestries, which totaled seven and were massive in breadth and length. Scenes of vibrant exploits were displayed with a colored gem in the center of each depiction. At the center of the room was Iroh, sitting on a cushion before a low table, sipping at a cup of tea. His hand flipped a Pai-sho tile back and forth. He didn't look up.

"Katara, I was expecting you, and you brought friends." Iroh set out a teacup. "Thank you, Joo-Dee; you may attend our other guest."

Katara steeled her voice and took on her confident persona. "Collector…"

"Iroh, please, how do you like your tea?" Setting down his cup, he began to pour. "I believe white Jasmine and rose blend will be perfect." He looked positively giddy at the prospect. "Nova Prime Aang, I am most honored to have you in my abode. I have a special fan who would love to discuss all things concerning the future of Avatarian Society."

"I don't…" Aang attempted but was immediately silenced.

"Meng, please come out."

A girl with two ponytails stuck straight out, and a slight gap in her teeth squealed with delight. "I can't believe it! At last, thank you, most honorable Iroh." She pounced on Aang with the best of enthusiasm. "Can I get you some tea?"

Aang backed up and then tried to speak.

"No, wait, how about some special bean curd puffs?" Meng yanked Aang's hand and pulled him from the room.

Zuko was pleased, so he didn't say anything, but when he turned and saw that, Momo shorted out in fuzzy lines and started to repeat, 'I'm a lemur, yip, yap, double whap, pow, pow.' Zuko knew something was off.

As Zuko started to voice his concerns and drag Katara from this place, millions of denarians or not, Iroh spoke up. "I believe, Zuko, you have a visitor."

Azula came from the shadows. "Hello, Zuzu, about time we caught up."

Zuko tensed and growled. "Azula, what do you want?"

"Just a talk, brother!"

Iroh held up his hand. "I will ask that all conversations of familial catch-up be held outside of my humble abode."

The hybrids appeared and ushered Zuko and Azula quickly from the room.

Katara realized she was alone. "What is going on?"

"Nothing; you are here for a negotiation, are you not?' Iroh held out the teacup.

Katara shook her head, nervous to trust Iroh. "We are," Katara produced from her hip holster. The silver orb looked unassuming.

Iroh reached for it.

Katara pulled it back. "What about the money?"

"The money has already been transferred to your accounts."

"Our accounts?"

"Yes, the eight of you. The gaang, as you like to call yourselves."

Katara started to hand it over, then stopped. "Sokka's debt?"

"There was no debt."

Katara was aghast. "What, of course, there was; the debt was the whole reason for us to get the item."

"Exactly, the whole reason for you to get the item." Iroh took another ship of his tea. "It was foretold in a vision that a ruse needed to be done to tell your story." He indicated for Katara to sit down.

"My story?" Katara stared at the silver ball. "I don't have a story?"

"We all have stories; yours is one of many told and untold." Iroh took a sip of tea. "Do you know of the six infinity stones?"

Katara had been told the story during Bount Hunter nights. Drunken tales regaled how Thanos had reached his hand across the Universe to possess the stones. Now that he had them, many didn't understand why his threat to alleviate the Universe's excess hadn't been accomplished.

"Yes, Thanos possesses them all: The Space Stone, blue; the Reality Stone, red; the Power Stone, purple; the Mind Stone, yellow; the Time Stone, green; and finally the Soul Stone, which is orange."

"All but one…" Iroh took another sip of his tea. "The Imagined Stone, which is white."

"The Imagined Stone? There is no such thing?"

Iroh chortled. "Isn't there?" He nodded his head to the ball in Katara's hand. "You are holding it."

Katara looked down and dropped the ball in fear. It rolled over to Iroh. He picked it up and put it on a Pai Sho board. The ball vibrated and started opening, and out floated the white stone. Katara reached out to touch it, and Iroh stilled her.

"If you touch it, the power will be released in untold magnitude. In the beginning, there was one, and then it became many. After the Big Band, the Infinity Stones were shards compressed into Stones by cosmic entities after the Universe began and scattered across the cosmos. Each Infinity Stone embodies and controls an essential aspect of existence."

"Then what makes The Imagined Stone so special if there are already six stones representing our existence?"

"Because, my dear, the Imagined Stone is what was once one. This fragment…" Iroh indicated to the floating stone. "Is the whole entity of all that was, is, and will be. The other six stones bring untold abilities to those who can wield each stone and collectively change many things in the Universe, but nothing can alter, combine, rearrange, and create like the Imagined Stone. It crafts dreams into realities and allows mere figments to exist in a place that can be accessed by those who choose to read between the lines."

Katara had been warned that Iroh was tricky. "I don't understand. Why did you have us get it if you knew where it was located?"

"Because this has never been my story. The Imagined Stone has written this for you. It is a fan of you and your stories."

"Stories?" Katara got angry. "I don't have stories."

"My dear, you have countless, and so do all of us." Iroh set down his teacup and picked up a white lotus pai-sho. "This is the white lotus pai-sho. I could have picked up any other pai-sho but chose the white Lotus. Was it random or with purpose? Were you chosen to be the prodigy randomly or with purpose?"

Katara pulled back. "What… I'm not the prodigy." Her voice shook.

"That is a lie, just like the lie that I let fly to the far reaches and corners of the universe that I collect heads from those that have displeased me."

Katara didn't have to worry anymore about Sokka being up there, but she was confused. "Those aren't heads…"

Iroh laughed, "No, how barbaric, those are holograms of previous clients."

Katara got angry. She hadn't crossed the Universe not to understand; she wanted answers. "Stop speaking in riddles!"

A large screen rolled down behind Iroh. "This is M-m-m-m-m-Max H-h-head-head-headroom reporting live. Our villains have decided to appear…Commander, excuse me, Admiral Zhou, Fire Lord Ozai, and Thanos. They are about to open a can of Whoop-Ashe, trademark pending. And now and n-n-n-ow, it is time to panic."

Katara jumped up and looked around, realizing that everyone she had grown to care about was in peril. "What should I do?"

"Go and help your friends, I presume." Iroh set out four other teacups and poured tea into each one.

Katara looked at the white stone floating and then at Iroh. She couldn't understand why he wasn't scared. She didn't have time to consider it and raced out of Iroh's abode to help her friends and family.

The council came from different sides of the room and gathered around Iroh, sitting at the table. The screen switched to the encroaching cruisers circling the planet. The potential destructive firepower grew with each spaceship that arrived in Republic City's airspace.

"We have to prevent them from entering the atmosphere. We can call our ships from the far reaches as long as we can keep them at bay." Piandao knew that stopping an attack would prevent an assault.

Bumi chewed on his rock candy and, between loud crunches, stated, "The maestro turned away from the orchestra as they told him the bad news; he couldn't face the music.

Jeong Jeong rolled his eyes. "As usual, Bumi's wit is astounding us." He added fire flakes to his tea. "But he is right; they cannot stop this evil alone."

Bumi took off another big bite and ensured each bite was shown as the rock candy chewed upon. Jeong Jeong grimaced and looked away.

Swallowing, Bumi said. "Neutral Jin is our attack; neither do anything nor prevent anything. Wait."

"Katara is impressive, but can she imagine what is before her?" Pakku leaned over to take his teacup.

With their tea, the council members turned to face the screen to watch. The white emblem of the Lotus was proudly displayed on their robes.

"It will be revealed when we must intercede to right the balance of the cosmos." Iroh breathed in his brew and then sipped slowly. Time had told the Guardians everything would be revealed.

A/N: I know I'm relieved that Iroh doesn't really collect heads. What do you think of the reveal? Was the item worth the wait?

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