A/N: Dear Readers: I have been working on this chapter more off than often the last...well let's not dwell on the length of time since I've last posted. There are many reasons for this; I'm sure the explanations pale in your frustration in waiting for an update. I will attempt to explain...I have limited time and must pay the bills. However, I have rallied (mainly due to a phenomenal review I got on another story. It made me feel that my little world is valued. REVIEWS really HELP!), so I brought to you a chapter that I'm quite proud of in many aspects. For one, I inserted elements that frankly entertain me...comedic and musical components, not to mention plenty of Easter Eggs and inside jokes. I wanted to give you something as a present for being patient and not abandoning me as a lost cause, so I gave you a nice long drink of lemonade in this chapter. Thank you for continuing on this journey with me and giving me your trinkets of love. They sustained me and buoyed me! Yours Always, Ladyjane025
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Avatar the Last Airbender, but I'm a true, blue Zutarian!
Warnings: Erotic/Sexual Situation, Graphic violence towards the end.
Sokka and Suki strolled into Imperial City's Police headquarters and were greeted with noise and a rush of activity. The level of commotion was rather dizzying. Uniformed men and women waltzed around each other as they fetched and retrieved reports and information. Officers spun their prisoners, who circled the truth and espoused their innocence. The drunk and disorderly were rag dolls, flopping and jerking upright in their various stupor states. A group of detectives slid between desks with slick movements, sitting down to type reports with decided returns. The typewriter's bell lever sings the end of a line or finished document. With a snatch of the typed report, the officers rolled in their chairs to another awaiting officer, who decidedly deposited the report into alphabetically ordered precision in file cabinets that punctuated in beat as they were opened and closed.
The musical bedlam had a rhythmic melody and a dance where each person was conducting their business, yet they moved with smooth elegance and choreographed precision with the steady staccato and ding of a typewriter or drumming and tapping of polished shoes against the wooden floor. The thrum and beat of a pen as statements were recorded. All these sounds melded into a perfect melody with a quick jazzy beat, topped by the melodic call of the hawks, who swooped onto perches with messages from the far reaches of the Kingdom within the adjacent Hawk Room. The hawk trainers sidestepped and whirled around each other as reports were retrieved and responses sent out in a flurry of winged efficiency.
Suki walked through the performance effortlessly amidst the musical tango with a kick-ball change interpretation, tapping orders and waiting patiently while her underlings danced around her with their latest updates.
An officer ran towards Suki and stopped abruptly, saluting his superior. "Captain Suki, we have been cataloging the night's events at the Royal Opera and the Underground Brawl."
The general hubbub ceased, and chairs scraped across the black-and-white tile floors as the officers realized their captain was present and bowed respectfully to Suki. Suki returned the sentiment.
Taking the proffered missive summarizing critical points gleaned from the evening, Suki noted that the paper indicated that only the nobility and noted figures were robbed. Those in the highest tiers, the most undesirable seats, only experienced the effects of the sleeping gas; their meager items that were only valuable in their eyes were not stolen, which was odd because, if nothing else, a worthless bauble could still be melted down for parts.
Suki handed the report back to the eager cadet. "Put this on my desk. I will tend to this shortly."
Sokka stepped back, impressed at the awe Suki commanded from her fellow Koshi Warriors and the police force. He watched as Suki read the paper and took in the changing expressions on her face. There was analysis from Suki as she puzzled out potential theories. He wondered what other expressions he could discern or stimulate to cross upon Suki's countenance.
Suki moved to the center of the room with steady, sure steps. The other police officers followed her movements rooted to attention, their bodies facing towards her. Suki spoke with assured authority infused by the group's respect for her actions and sense of fairness, not just because she was in a superior position over them.
"We have had a busy night with the attack on the Royal Opera House and the Raid on the Underground Rumble. There will be something extra in your paychecks; double pay for all your trouble this evening. We will have another long day tomorrow. The night shift will be coming on in a couple of hours. In the meantime, I have called in food and drink as gratitude for extending your time on these matters. When your shift ends, please go home and rest. It will be another long day of dealing with the Royal Opera House's lost inquiries and the dignitaries' arrivals for the Tribute."
The police officers nodded, but there was a general sense of relief and happiness at the thought of more sustenance in the form of food, drink, and coins.
A Kyoshi warrior dressed in a similar traditional garb strode over to Suki and addressed her by the Kyoshi warrior opening. "Tomo-san Suki, a reliable source, has informed us that the Blue Spirit has been spotted."
Sokka had been taking the scene casually, outwardly still calm, but his attention was attuned. The Blue Spirit, now what could that devil be up to? Since Katara's kidnapping, Sokka had been wary of the Blue Spirit's fixation with his sister.
Suki lowered her voice. "Mingxia, are you sure? We are stretched in resources and cannot afford any wasted efforts with the dignitaries arriving on the morrow."
"This source is trustworthy; together, we are one." Mingxia moved both hands in a circle and bowed so her folded hands touched her headdress, a green crown with a black dot in the center.
Suki knew that Mingxia would not give the Kyoshi Warrior oath in vane. That oath was more than a pledge; it represented the Kyoshi Warrior's devotion to the community in spirit and body. Together, they became one unit of protection, unique but indistinguishable. "Follow me to my office, Tomo-san Mingxia."
When Suki and Mingxia entered the captain's office, the Imperial Police Station resumed its choreographed dance and musical accompaniment. Sokka could spy and hopefully gain tidbits that would prove helpful in negotiations between the Southern Water Tribe and potential allies.
Sokka chose to take the long way around. He began by being casual. He had learned how to gain knowledge by pretending he was obtuse. Sokka stuck to the wings of the police station. He preferred to remain behind the curtain of the musical. He was more interested in the pulleys of power interchanges, exchanging data valuable to his tribe, information he could utilize later. As Sokka followed the station's perimeter, skirting past the main attraction of typical police hubbub, he could scan the reports left in trays to be typed up by underlings. Sokka could read documents, whether on the right side or upside down.
Sokka had learned that variable skill, along with writing in code or even when needed backward to conceal secrets. He gleaned essential bits and bobs with his keen eye, such as the Blue Spirit's whereabouts throughout the city, names of nobility whose valuables were stolen, and when prominent dignitaries arrived. He could see the itinerary of the tribute festival and duty assignments. That knowledge would come in handy. Sokka noted who the various officers were and where they were stationed for the multiple ceremonies the next two days. He had picked up a booklet on Fire Nation policies and pocketed it. And then he casually strolled away.
The low drum beat of the telegraph wire perked Sokka's attention. He glided toward the sounds of tapping messages being translated. Officers listened with one hand holding a headset against their ear while the other hand scribbled out the messages, then the officer would rise to run the message to the hawk room or their superior. The vacated seat allowed another operator to take residence, which ensured there was never a missed relayed beat across the telegraph.
Sokka wanted to listen in on that telegraph. He devised his entrance to the seat with an improvised errand. As Sokka pulled the headset from the current operator's head, Sokka shoved the Fire Nation handbook at the stunned operator's chest. "Officer Jin Wei needs you to update Code 520.2005 procedure for crossing into Gang Jen territory."
"Do you mean Officer Wei Jin?" The flustered police officer tries to gather his paper with the message: a war divides, a path to be together and die, a secret tunnel through the mountain.
"Sure, him, not really paid to ask questions." Sokka sat down in the chair. "I would hurry; some valuable golden orb is involved."
The policeman dashed away, frantically looking through the Fire Nation Handbook. Sokka slipped into the seat while holding up the headphones, hoping something of merit would be relayed. The siblings often practiced a variety of signal relays, whether over the wire, using colored flags, or using light flashes from their ice tower lighthouses to keep up with the men fishing out in the Southern Seas.
Sokka decoded the pulses of dots and dashes into Are you present?
Sokka immediately tapped out; yes, present, continue.
In response, King Bumi is rumored to be aligned with King Kuei to unite both Earth Kingdom strongholds into one united state.
Sokka tapped out, received the message, and recorded for superiors. Sokka pretended to scrawl across the message and then stood up. Another officer hopped into Sokka's place.
If that is true, Sokka considered, perhaps that meant a faction was building against the Fire nation. If the Southern Tribe could join that faction, there might not be a need to pay future tributes.
Sokka switched tactics and continued to move about the office more freely amongst the officers, picking up snatches of conversation.
The Blue Spirit has been spotted at several points and multiple spots simultaneously. How is that possible?
It is impossible; that's what it is.
Yeah, but the spirits have their ways. Look at what Koh has managed to do to our world.
Do not speak of…that name! Do you want to awaken him? Besides, The Lower City's tourist shops sell Blue Spirit masks made in the Si Wong Desert for five denarians each, not difficult to see how the Blue Spirit is seen so much in the city.
Those are shite; you can get better ones in the Upper City. Besides, I heard the Lady of the Lake was with the Blue Spirit. You can't buy her mask anywhere; they are forbidden as she is a sacred deity.
Sokka wandered away; his ear listened while he looked busy filing miscellaneous papers haphazardly and not by alphabetical accuracy.
Princess Azula almost electrocuted the Governor's son, Chan. He wet himself. I would have felt sorry for him, but he is a braying donkey cow-pig. He refuses to look you in the eye when addressing anyone who isn't a noble. His father started working in the coal mines, but he acts like his shite is golden.
What did Princess Azula yell at him about?
Something about uniting together, or maybe it was that he was breathing too loud; you know how she can be…point is I would have paid a week's salary to see him piss on himself.
Did he get anything stolen at the opera?
No, lucky son of a curoxi.
Sokka shut the file cabinet and turned around, almost slamming into Mingxia, who was staring at him with her white makeup and ornate eyes. "Tomo-san Suki will see you in her office now."
Sokka followed Mingxia to the office, which had stained glass of golden fan shapes and black circles within green squares. Mingxia opened the door and indicated that Sokka should enter. As he went inside, Mingxia locked the door handle before closing it.
The office was standard, with rich wood paneling. A small fireplace was on one wall, with a comfortable wingback chair pulled near the empty grate. Sokka noticed a change of men's clothes on the table by the chair. A closed door was near the fireplace, and a far wall of opaque windows. Sokka walked over to the door and tried the knob, and opened it to reveal a relatively spacious closet. Suki's warrior uniform was hanging with a tag to indicate it should be cleaned. An anteroom was beyond a doorway.
"I wanted to bring you here for a couple of things," Suki called from the next room.
Sokka went to Suki's desk and saw that it was empty except for an ink blotter and an embossed circle within a square within a circle silver case. Sokka tried each of the desk's drawers; they were locked. "And what would those things be?" Looking at the silver case, Sokka thought a key had been put in less obvious places. Trying it, the case was decidedly locked, too.
"I wouldn't put the key there; give me credit."
Sokka glanced up to see if Suki was in the room with him. She wasn't. "Now, you gotta give a guy credit for trying."
"We'll see how much credit you get." Suki chuckled and then said more seriously. "How did your fishing expedition go while I was in my office?"
Sokka smiled, "I managed to get a few nibbles, but no giant Koi Fish stories to tell around the fire."
"That I don't believe."
Sokka said sincerely, "I believe what you did with the officers, giving them double-time pay, was pretty smart."
"That could be one way to describe it, but I call it morale insurance. A lot of work has been piling up, including what is about to arrive tomorrow. If this night indicates what will occur during the Tribute this year, we will either have an exhausted force that could prove dangerous to everyone or a massive walkout; either way, it doesn't bode well. At least double pay compensates for the long hours and lack of time off."
"Like I said, it was pretty smart."
"You're smart to try and change the subject, but I wanted you in here for two reasons. One is that you share your thoughts about the Blue Spirit."
"The Blue Spirit attacked the Royal Opera House, and I was knocked out from the sleeping gas. My sister got her necklace stolen." Sokka repeated his well-rehearsed statement to the police, who interviewed Sokka after the robbery.
"I said I wanted your thoughts; we already have your police statement."
Sokka wanted to play fair, so he gave his actual assessment: "The Blue Spirit is one entity, or there are copy crococats; either way, real spirit or fake, you can't be in multiple locations at once. That level of a heist requires help and a lot of it."
"My thoughts exactly." Suki appeared in the doorway, naked. The way she leaned against the door jam showed her sculpted abs and legs. Her face was devoid of makeup, and her hair hung loose about, grazing her shoulders. She was toned with pert breasts, nipples taut.
Sokka's eyes gleamed, and a tightness grew in his pants, a sign that he was more than willing to explore what Suki seemed to offer. Propriety dictated that Sokka shouldn't assume that Suki wanted Sokka for sex.
Sokka's voice was low and husky. "You said there were two reasons you called me in here."
Suki smiled with intensity as her eyes traveled down Sokka's body to the tight area that was getting more constricted with Suki's sensual inspection. "You had a hard night; I thought you might want to shower off." Suki swung away from the door. Her bottom sashayed into the bathroom, beckoning Sokka inside.
Sokka didn't hesitate and followed. The room was full of hot steam, creating a warm embrace as it enveloped Sokka. Suki stepped on the tiled pan where the water cascaded in; a framework of copper pipes held marble walls, preventing the large overhead shower head from spraying water throughout the room.
Suki stepped underneath the falling water. She stretched up and brushed back her hair as she tilted her face upwards, causing her back to arch and push out her breasts. The water rained down and funneled through the valley of her ample bosom. Sokka stripped slowly, watching as Suki took a soap bar and rolled it between her hands. The suds grew into puffy clouds upon her palms, releasing the perfume in the air. Lathering her body, the water and suds mixed and intermingled, making her body slick with soapy trails.
Sokka shrugged out his shirt and dropped his pants. His ugani was rigid with mounting tension. Suki smiled at him and moved aside so Sokka could join her in the enclosed space. Running the lather over her body, she stroked her nipples to alert peaks. Sokka leaned in to kiss Suki, but she stepped aside to push Sokka under the waterfall, which gushed from the copper shower head. The water ran down and over the hard planes of his physique, toned from life upon the tundra, managing large fishing nets, and practicing for potential invasions, whether from an enemy nation or the Faceless ones.
Suki stepped forward, and Sokka again tried to capture Suki's lips, but she averted her head and pressed her body against his instead. She moved back and forth. Her breasts and legs whispered across Sokka's body, lathering him. He felt weak with desire and excitement. Suki circled Sokka and leaned her body against his curved, naked back.
Sokka pressed into Suki, feeling her breasts push into his back and the flutter of her nipples against his skin. Sokka reached behind to search for the spot that would drive Suki as weak with desire as she was rendering Sokka. He knew he had located it when Suki gasped. He moved across it with fast and flurried movements that built such a surge within Suki that she released her ecstasy into an orgasmic exclamation as she shuttered against him.
Suki responded not in repose but by slipping around Sokka and pushing him against the marble wall, directly under the warm water. She slid down Sokka's hard length. She took Sokka's engorged member in her mouth fully. In and out, Suki moved as the water pelted down upon them, washing off the soap from their bodies, pooling around in diminished bubbles down the drain.
Sokka was on the edge of breaking as Suki's tongue ran around him and took him in deeply. He reached for Suki and pulled her upwards to stop her before Sokka could teeter over into bliss. He didn't want to release his dam of tension. Sokka drew Suki in another attempt to kiss her, but she placed her hand before Sokka's mouth. He questioned her actions and resistance to being kissed with a tilt of the chin and a look in his eye that queried Suki's opposition. She answered with a slow negative nod and removed her hand from Sokka's lips. Instead of stopping the water interplay because Sokka had inquired and thus disrupted the moment, Suki moved to go back down on Sokka, but he stilled her before she kneeled before him.
Suki frowned but then smiled when Sokka showed he had something else in mind. He lifted Suki and pushed her back against the marble. Sokka waited momentarily to ensure Suki's consent and spoke in a voice deep with desire. "You said you wanted to get furoced?"
Suki nodded with a lusty smile. "Yes, furoc me hard, Sokka"
Sokka entered Suki. She gasped and wrapped her legs around Sokka's waist. He moved in and out with swift, hard movements while he suckled on her breast, teasing it between his teeth. Suki held onto Sokka as her cries of faster and harder urged Sokka to increase his thrusting. He did as the captain commanded until both fell over the edge into simultaneous orgasmic release. As the gasps of pleasure subsided, Sokka let go of his grip on Suki. She dropped her legs to the tile floor of clear water and smiled. Sokka smiled and tried drawing Suki in a kiss, but she dodged Sokka's attempt and slipped under the water. She rinsed off one final time and indicated Sokka could do the same. After washing away the afterglow's effects, Suki switched off the shower's water. Both exited the dissipating steamy shower.
Suki grabbed a fluffy green towel from a hook and tossed Sokka one. As Suki dried off her body, she pointed at the clothes near the chair. "I set out those clothes for you. You can keep them. You'd be surprised how many clothes we have in the Lost and Found."
"Thanks." Sokka's hair was damp, and water still glistened on his body. He stared down at the clothes, deliberating whether he should broach Suki's aversion to kissing, and then decided. "What is your deal about not kissing?"
Suki was changing into her police uniform. Standing by the closet, she paused to pull up her pants, startled by Sokka's frankness. Her previous partners gladly accepted her terms for a romp without discussing the reasons. She continued dressing. "It is simple; kissing is intimate."
"Furocing isn't intimate?"
"No, furocing is furocing: a pleasure release means to expel tension and fun…" Suki buttoned her shirt while staring at Sokka and smiled appreciatively. "All three when it is done well."
Sokka accepted her reasons, but he had never considered kissing in that manner. He dried off to avoid creating a puddle on the wooden floor. He slightly changed the subject with a little sheepish confession. "I usually carry with me protection, but with the evening activities…should we go to a doctor?"
Suki stood by a tiny circular mirror above a small dressing table. She ran a brush through her hair and then tied it back, placing on her uniform hat. "No worries. Kyoshi warriors are trained to expect the unexpected. I always make sure I'm protected." She swiveled around, pressed, ready, the captain of the Imperial Police force. "I'll see you in the autocab to return you to the palace."
Sokka finished getting dressed and met Suki out in the autocab. They climbed into the machine that had started their adventure that night. Since arriving in Imperial City, Sokka couldn't believe what had transpired when it had been only two days, and yet it felt like a whole book complete of chapters of experiences. They had ridden in silence, not uncomfortable, but their thoughts were kept to themselves and not shared. The city was asleep, along with the moon.
Sokka should have been exhausted, yet he felt alive. "I enjoyed our fun and hope to do it again…" Sokka had learned that time was of the essence in his life. "Soon."
"Are you sticking around Imperial City?"
"I'm not sure."
"That's too bad; it would have been fun to have you around." Suki didn't look at him and smiled slyly. "That means we'll have to squeeze in as much fun as possible."
Sokka felt a tightness within his groin and said slyly, too. "You're right that does mean we will."
The wire next to Suki rapidly began sending out a taped message. Suki flipped a lever and the autocab switched into mechanical driving. Suki read the message and groaned. "We've got to make a detour."
"I can get out and walk." Sokka reached for the door handle. "It isn't a big deal to drive me back to the palace."
"No!" Suki clipped and then said gently. "It won't take long. You are a royal guest; my duty is to ensure your safe return."
Suki flipped off the automatic driving lever and took the wheel. She gripped the steering wheel and depressed heavily on the gas, speeding up the car. It whizzed through the streets. Sokka held onto the seat belt bell strap with all his might as the car took fast turns and weaved through alleys, under and over bridges, before finally arriving at the destination.
The area was a side alley on the far fringe of Imperial City, near the perimeter wall. Sokka stayed in the car while Suki got out of the autocab. Noticing that Sokka hadn't followed suit, she leaned back and spoke offhandedly. "You better get out and come with me."
"I'm fine in here. I can take care of myself." Sokka was perplexed. Did Suki think him one of those pampered nobility that can't take a shite without a servant to wipe their hindquarters?
"I'd like your opinion." Sokka teased, "I didn't think you were that busy that you would mind, but if you would rather stay in here…"
Sokka jumped out. "No, I'll come if you need help."
Two officers ran up to Suki, shoving each other and then beginning to argue about who could speak.
Suki sighed and barked at the man to her right. "Officer Jin Wei, please proceed."
The man to her left smiled and shoved the other one to the side. "I have the current report."
Suki was started; she never could remember who was which. Sokka couldn't believe there was a Jin Wei; what else had he made up that was true?
Suki faced the man, who was apparently Jin Wei. "Proceed, Officer Jin Wei."
"Victim's name is Rha Yon."
"Officer Wei Jin," the man bowed rigidly. Captain Suki, Jin Wei has already gotten the facts incorrect. As usual, he is messy and unorganized in his police work, not to be trusted with the most valuable information."
"Officer Wei Jin is jumping ahead to conclusions and lies, for I was simply stating the victim's last name first, but Wei Jin is so busy kissing up to superiors that he isn't paying attention to the facts of the case."
"Why you, cretin!"
"Cretin, you pompous, self-serving..."
"Gentlemen!" Suki exclaimed, exasperated. "Will you please lead me to the crime scene and give me the facts of the case!"
Both men assumed an air of contriteness and temporarily kept their opinions about each other to themselves. Jin Wei outlined the specifics as he led Suki past other flashing autocabs: "The victim was discovered with his Imperial Guard identification."
Wei Jin interrupted with a lofty and obvious addition. "This was how we were able to identify the victim." He produced the identification and handed it over in a clear protection casement. Considering his time with the guard, it showed his picture with his relatively low rank; in addition, his barracks number was listed. \
Suki handed it back. "Right. Have his superiors been contacted and located next of kin?"
Wei Jin puffed up. "Yes, Captain Suki, I immediately notified the proper channels. We are bringing various people in for questioning tomorrow morning."
Jin Wei snorted. "Of course you did, gotta get noticed, don't ya, Wei Jin." Wei Jin started to sputter a protest, but Jin Wei overrode any chance for another interruption. "As I said, no obvious valuables are taken, so not a typical robbery gone bad."
Wei Jin added his background information. "Yon Ra was in the system when I checked; it was mainly for disorderly conduct and handled within the Imperial Guard's disciplinary department."
Jin Wei growled, "This area is known by those as Lover's Lane; not much love happens here, though, usually secret deals, illegal trade, and, of course, drugs." Jin Wei moved his head towards the body hanging from a fire escape. The stench of death was overwhelming. "You might want to cover your mouth; we've already had one cop spew most of the contents from his dinner and lunch."
Wei Jin tutted. "It was truly revolting and poor conduct for an officer of the Imperial Police Force."
Jin Wei smiled for once. "On that, we can agree, Wei Jin."
The area was suffused with the smell of rotten flesh and entrails. All the officers, including those arriving on the scene, held handkerchiefs to their noses and mouths as they moved about the scene.
A man dressed in a medical uniform and large hat turned around cheerfully. His white, bushy mustache bounced as he spoke. "Captain, glad to see you this evening. Not so good for this poor sod, though; he had a rough night." Canyon glanced up at the sunrise, pushing away the black of the night into oranges and yellows. "Almost mornin' by the looks of it."
Yon Ra's eyes bulged out from the strangulation of his intestines that wrapped around his neck and hung him from the fire escape. What was left of his remaining guts dropped out of the gaping hole that slit open his body. Pools of blood and vomit were below his dangling feet.
Suki briefly removed her handkerchief to speak, and the smell overcame her. She swallowed the bile. "Officer Canyon, guide me through your examination." She replaced the barrier to her and the stench.
Canyon puffed out his mustache and leaned back on his heels, rocking a little as he gave his medical crime scene analysis. He was the only one without a visible mask, though his mustache covered most of his mouth. "We got us here a homicide, downward and across laceration to his abdomen, intestines large and small, yanked out and wrapped around his neck. The strangulation was more of a statement. What killed him was the initial slashes and bleeding out." Canyon shook his head. "Vomit is from Officer Leonard; I'm surprised he didn't break both arms; he almost slipped on the blood and guts. You can always tell the newbies. Never eat before you come to a crime scene."
Sokka was trying not to gag from the smell, but his blood ran cold as he couldn't forget the haggard man's droopy jowls and limp grayish hair. It was the same donkey-cow-shite that tried to molest Katara. He would have stumbled back but couldn't move as he was stunned.
Suki watched Sokka with narrowed eyes. "Anything else, Officer Canyon?"
Canyon slapped his knee and laughed. "Plum forgot, thanks, Captain. Yeah, there was a note crammed in his mouth."
"Do you have the note?" Considering the grotesque crime scene, Suki could see that Sokka was different because of his rigid body, but otherwise, he was outwardly calm.
"Yup, right here, Captain, kinda funny, cuz, not many of those around Imperial City to ask about, but well, we get all kinds here." Canyon handed Suki the note.
Suki glanced at it, nodded, and then held it to Sokka. "I'm interested in your opinion?"
Sokka took the incased note, read the words, and swallowed the dread. "We want the Southern Tribe Curoxi Thunt!"
A/N: Well, I said this story would have sex and violence. I hope you got all the Great Divide Easter eggs. On the front end, I love me a giant musical number, and dancing cops tickles my funny bone.
Public Service Announcement: Follow Suki and the Kyoshi Warrior motto - expect the unexpected and carry protection/protect yourself if you engage in furocing. Your safety matters!
Review Plea: PLEASE, they help, seriously, they really help!