#captain zhou

More Opposite 108 at last w/ the Air Force & the Sailor Sibs! The main militia of Big Green is finally complete :D

A continuation of this post which was getting kind of long.

On the night that Katara was born, bright lights lit the inky sky across the entire globe. The Elders of the Southern Water Tribe declared it a bad omen. Saddled with that legacy, eleven-year-old Katara struggles with making friends and keeping secrets from her family. Secrets that could get her and them killed.

Because if it's one thing every Water Tribe child knows it's that waterbenders are dangerous. And Katara is a waterbender.

Waterbending is illegal at the South Pole, but that doesn't stop Katara from practicing in the shadows between her chores, meager school time, and trying to maintain rocky friendships with the other kids of the tribe. That all changes the night the Fire Nation attacks.

Now Katara, Sokka, and their friends are fighting for their life in enemy territory with Katara's secret hanging heavy over their heads ready to burst like a dam and change the world forever. Because Katara can bend more than just water.

Chapter 4

Sokka yanked Katara behind the house as the soldiers spread out, going house to house. They could hear one inside the very house they were hiding behind as things were thrown to the ground, glass broken, tapestries torn. It didn’t sound like they were actually looking for anything; they were just making a mess, but Katara guessed that might just be the point.

She had heard stories of the raids. Mostly from the older kids. Faded memories from when they were barely off their mothers’ apron strings. The black snow would come and then the soldiers. At first the waterbenders fought back, but the Fire Nation soldiers would kill or capture as many as they could. They came back again and again until they stopped finding waterbenders. Now there weren’t anymore. At least as far as anyone knew.

Except her mother knew.

Were they looking for her? Maybe she could stop this. If they took just her then the rest of the village would be safe. She started to get up, but Sokka pulled her back down.

“What are you doing?” he hissed, practically sitting on her to keep her in place.

“I want to help.”

“How are you going to help? You’re eleven.” He glanced around—the soldiers had moved on to the houses near the rear of the village. “We need to get out of here.”

“But-”

“No. My job is to keep you safe. Not let you run right into the middle of danger because you want to, ‘help,’” He used his fingers to quote.

I only have a little bit more of this written, but wanted to post it anyway. I have a lot of it outlined. I know what happens (to a point) after they get where Zhou is taking them. I know how they escape, how Zuko helps, how Aang's 12yo spirit helps (if you thought Aang was a handful alive... his spirit is worse, and only Katara can see him). I even managed to get Toph in there who is only 9 (and has more sense than the lot of them sometimes). I just never had a true ending with Katara being the Avatar and doing... something. Not sure it's worth continuing or not. Either way, here's the rest of what have written.

Continued from these posts: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

On the night that Katara was born, bright lights lit the inky sky across the entire globe. The Elders of the Southern Water Tribe declared it a bad omen. Saddled with that legacy, eleven-year-old Katara struggles with making friends and keeping secrets from her family. Secrets that could get her and them killed.

Because if it's one thing every Water Tribe child knows it's that waterbenders are dangerous. And Katara is a waterbender.

Waterbending is illegal at the South Pole, but that doesn't stop Katara from practicing in the shadows between her chores, meager school time, and trying to maintain rocky friendships with the other kids of the tribe. That all changes the night the Fire Nation attacks.

Now Katara, Sokka, and their friends are fighting for their lives in enemy territory with Katara's secret hanging heavy over their heads ready to burst like a dam and change the world forever. Because Katara can bend more than just water.

Zhou's Ship

The children were dragged from the village, kicking and screaming—never say a Water Tribe child went down without a fight—to the Fire Nation ship waiting in the harbor. It dwarfed the Tribe’s longboats that burned alongside it with its gaping maw opened on the front. Captain Zhou marched Katara and Sokka up the ramp into the belly of the metal beast. Katara felt the itch of the ocean just beyond it, but soon she lost the feeling. Not that she could have done anything with it anyway.

No matter what happens, under no circumstance must you let them know you're a waterbender.

She squeezed her fists closed and tried to fight the growing panic. She managed to catch Sokka’s eye. His mouth was set in that determined way he had, but his ferocity was belied by the tears streaking his face.

The bunch of them—Katara, Sokka, Kita, Yuka, Bartok, Kystia who was always so sickly, and Toklo and Darro, two of Sokka’s friends—were herded into the ship jail which was not meant to house eight children. The metal door slid shut with a clank, locking them in. Sokka immediately grabbed the bars, shaking them pointlessly.

“You can’t do this,” he screamed. “We- we have rights.”

Zhou laughed. “Not in the Fire Nation you don’t.” And with that he turned on his heel and left, ignoring the rest of Sokka’s protests. The other soldiers followed. Sokka continued to rail against the injustice until his energy wore out, then he slid down the bars, pulling his knees to his chest. Katara sat next to him while he cried silently into his arms.

Toklo, who was a month younger than Katara, and Darro, who was slightly older than Sokka, huddled together in one corner while Kita gathered Yuka and Kystia—both ten—together in the other corner, leaving poor little Bartok—barely nine-and-a-half—alone in a ball. They stayed that way as the boat began to bob and sway with the ocean. They were leaving the harbor. Leaving the South Pole. Leaving home.