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RonaldM40196867: The show is about Korra, and so having Aang in it a lot might have overshadowed her simply because he's such a beloved character. So while having characters from The Last Airbender in it is good, it needs to be done carefully.

Zigzagdoublezee: of course, Hiroshi does have his reasons and they're good ones. But I think it is understandable for questions to at least be asked considering his Equalist past.

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Jinora

Jinora watched as her father brought Oogie the Sky Bison down to land in front of an official looking building with a large antenna extending high above it. The headquarters of the United Republic Broadcasting Corporation, recently founded to take advantage of radio technology, stood at the heart of the city, bringing music, political discussion, sports commentary, and all the hot celebrity gossip to the masses in the United Republic and beyond.

None of that was why the Airbenders had made the effort to come here today though. The Corporation was going to be expected to do its part in the upcoming war, and Tenzin was here to see what that was.

So, by extension, were Jinora, Ikki, Meelo, and Kai.

"I'm bored," Meelo complained. "When can we go home?"

"We've only just got here, Meelo," Tenzin ground out. "At least get off the bison first."

Meelo dug his heels in and refused, until Ikki and Jinora created a blast of wind so strong that it knocked him off the bison and he landed in a heap a good ten feet away.

"You two! Don't knock over your brother!" Tenzin scolded them.

"What? He wasn't going to come any other way," Ikki pointed out.

Tenzin just sighed and slid off Oogie, patting the great beast on the snout. It rumbled affectionately.

Jinora and the others followed him, leaping off and cushioning their fall with airbending. Then the group made their way towards the entrance.

The foyer of the building was a grand art deco affair, with a large golden desk at one end and several doors leading off. Waiting by that desk were several familiar figures, including...

"Gran-Gran!" The three airbender children rushed up to Katara, who smiled happily as she saw them approach.

"I wondered how long it would take for you to get here," she said. "You'll have to forgive me, I left the South Pole in such a hurry that I couldn't bring presents."

There was a chorus of disappointed noises from Ikki and Meelo. Jinora just smiled serenely at her grandmother.

"What are we doing here anyway?" Meelo asked.

"Apart from meeting your beloved gran-gran?" Katara asked. "Apparently Mako has had an idea."

"Another one?" Ikki asked, earning a reproachful glare from Tenzin.

"Yes, another one," Katara replied. "Your gran-gran is going to be on the radio!"

"Don't forget about us," the man in red next to her replied. The ex- Firelord Zuko knelt down in front of the children and produced a packet of sweets from his pocket. Meelo immediately swiped it, and Zuko smiled as he stood up again, before immediately grimacing.

"Agni, my knees are not what they used to be... anyway, we're going to be broadcasting messages of hope, apparently. That's what Raiko told us, anyway."

"And they think that will help?"

"Apparently helping to defeat Firelord Ozai earns you a certain amount of clout," the third figure, an old woman in a green robe who Jinora assumed to be Gran-Gran and Zuko's old friend Suki chipped in. "And if it helps defeat Kuvira, I'm more than willing to use it."

"Oh, I get it!" Meelo pointed at them. "You're propagandists now!"

"I'm not sure..." Zuko began.

"Yes we are," Suki shrugged. "If that's what you want to call us."

Everyone else just looked at her.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing," she explained. "If we use it for the right reasons."

"Like stopping Kuvira?" Jinora supplied.

"Like stopping Kuvira," Suki agreed. "So you must be Jinora, Ikki and Meelo, right? Grandchildren of the Avatar?"

They nodded.

"I knew him," she said simply. "I fought with him. He was a good man. My name is Suki. I've heard a lot about you."

Just then, a man appeared and ushered them down a corridor. The group set off, with the children badgering Suki with questions about their Grandfather and about Kyoshi Island. Yes, Aang had been a pain sometimes. No, the wildlife on the island didn't try to kill you especially often. And no, Suki hadn't gone back there because she didn't like Republic City.

Finally, they came to a set of double doors with Recording Studio 7 written above them. The man knocked and entered. The room was small and stuffed full of equipment, with many tiny lights blinking at them from dashes and displays and control panels. Several engineers and technicians scurried around the room fiddling with them. The amount of buttons and switches that Jinora could see felt overwhelming. On the other end of the room was a door and a large window, through which Jinora could see another room; this one even smaller, and bare except for a chair, a table, and a microphone. This was where Aang's companions would make their speech.

"Don't. Touch. Anything." Tenzin warned Meelo.

"Our writers have been hard at work," the man pulled out a script and handed it to them. "And this has been approved by the Presidential Office."

"Let me see that," Katara took it. "We know what it is like to stand up to tyranny, and now we see it rear its ugly head once again, like the Firelords of old... As we once did, it is the duty of every right-thinking man and woman to hold firm in the face of injustice and oppose the expansionist fervour of the Earth Empire with all that they can muster..."

She stopped reading and looked up.

"Eh, it's alright I suppose. A bit intense for my taste."

"Don't worry, I'll ask Kuvira to tone her invasion down a bit," one of the technicians muttered. Only Jinora heard him.

"You're on in a minute," the man began to usher Zuko, Katara and Suki towards the recording booth. "I'll signal you when to start. You should probably practice a bit first!" And with that, he shoved them through the door. The three of them emerged into the small room and approached the microphone. Zuko tapped it.

"Can you hear me?" He asked.

"Yes, we can hear you," a technician confirmed. "You have five minutes."

Jinora watched as the three of them began flicking through the speech, mouthing it to themselves and working out which parts each of them were going to say. Meanwhile, Ikki was badgering a technician to get him to tell her what all the buttons did.

Kai sidled up to her and silently took her hand in his. She smiled at him, and for a moment, all seemed well.

"Jinora's in loooove!"

"Not now Meelo, this is serious," Jinora snapped at him.

"Can't blast me now!" Meelo taunted. "Too much stuff to break!"

He had a point, but it took about five seconds before he got bored and went off to do something else.

Jinora rolled her eyes. Kai snorted a bit.

"Whose side are you on here?" Jinora inquired.

"Yours!" Kai placated her. "Always yours. It's just-"

And Jinora was in the Spirit World. None of the others had followed her.

"What?" She asked herself. She wasn't anywhere near a spirit portal and hadn't been trying to meditate. One or the other was usually necessary to get here. But now she was here. The familiar forests stretched away in all directions. She whirled, looking for any clue, and then she spotted a familiar figure sat cross- legged under a nearby tree.

At the sight of her, Zaheer, leader of the Red Lotus, stood up and stretched. His hair was long, and he had regrown his long beard that he had sported just after escaping prison last time.

"Ah, the airbender," he said, stalking towards her. "I'm glad you're here."

"What?" Jinora backed away. "Did you do this?"

"Did I?" Zaheer mused, stopping dead. "I don't know, child. I spend a lot of time in the Spirit World, but it has been very... odd lately."

He noted the look on Jinora's face.

"Do not be alarmed, child. I do not wish to hurt you. Even if I did want to, I don't know if I could. I just want you to take a message. For the Avatar."

This last word was said for particular emphasis.

"What... what's the message?" Jinora asked.

"Tell her Zaheer wants to see her," he said. "Tell her affairs of the Spirits require her urgent attention. Tell her that if she insists on doing this job, let her at least do it properly. Tell her that from me. And tell her I'll see her soon."

Purple flames blazed in front of Jinora's eyes for a moment, and then she found herself staring at the ceiling in the recording studio.

"Jinora!" Tenzin was standing over her, looking worried sick. "What happened?"

"Zaheer!" Jinora sat up urgently. "I need to speak to Korra."