#commanderisoko

Just leaving this here for when I get back. 

Inbox: 

Fun and Games || @Princezuzu

A Great Escape || @Commanderisoko

Of Lords and Men || @Thehohohowitchboy

Un-named starter (Eventually) || @Scienceandsouvenirs

Un-named starter || @Asterious

Outbox:

I've Got Your Back || @Justanotherhalfa

Not Exactly Mr. Fun || @Justanotherhalfa

A King and a Half(a) || @Justanotherhalfa

Back Home || @Justanotherhalfa

Familiar Loss || @To-find-paradise

Not Kids Anymore || @Tyleethesensitive

Return Home || @Lady-ursa

Gestures of Affection || @Princezuzu

Freedom isn't All it's Cut Out to Be || @Princezuzu

The women here, for starters, wore long robes that were tightly fitted at the top and had some sort of weird understructures underneath that made them fall in certain shapes.   Finding this too outlandish, Isoko had opted for the men's costume instead, which had  separate pants and boots closer to what she was akin to. She had passed as male for long enough in the military back home, so it wasn't to terrible to play the part once more. 

This vehicle, too, was quite bizarre to her. She was used to ships, and hadn't much been bothered by the changed decor of the English ones. A ship was a ship after all. The carriage was another matter entirely. It was like a cross between a palanquin and a common wagon. It had taken more than an hour for the driver to convince her it was quite safe to ride in.

The culture shock was getting to be a bit overwhelming. Still, she tried to keep a straight face. The Firelord had asked her to take an ambassadorship on this island nation in order to arrange ties and start a good trade of industrial materials, something that could be highly beneficial to both countries. 

"We should ship her off back to the Fire Nation, in chains.""So that she can come back with another fleet?""I say we leave her on a piece of ice, see how long before the sea lions get her."

This talk had been going on for what felt like hours. After the siege and the re-building of what had been damaged during the attack the council of the village elders had convened in order to start talks of what should be done with their only remaining prisoner, Isoko. Yue was sitting at her father's side, doing what she could to hold her tongue until the right moment but spirits it was difficult. They were speaking of leaving the woman that'd saved her to die!

As the men went on speaking Yue found herself growing more and more disconcerted with all that they said. Finally she stood, causing the men to fall silent. "I understand why you all think that death would be a fitting sentence for this woman," she began, eyes gazing over each face that was looking her way. "She comes from the nation that attacked our home and our people, threatened to destroy everything we love. But her nation does not define her."

"She came with a fleet intent on burning our village to the ground.""I realize that. Yes her ship came to our waters but it was not willingly. I've spoken with her, her and her men wanted no part in any of this!""You would believe what she says?""I do.""Princess forgive me, but after what happened I'm not sure your mind is completely healed-""My mind is as sound as ever, sir. And unless you've forgotten were it not for that very woman you wish to condemn to death I would not be here at this moment."

Iso spluttered to the surface, completely disoriented. The one thing she knew was that she was wet. Was this the ocean? She didn't see any land nearby. She really didn't know where she was, or why, for that matter. The back of her head ached immensely, as if someone had hit it rather hard.

It was getting late. Isoko was still at her desk in the palace, looking over some paperwork. She had been overseeing a great deal of the foreign policy choices the Firelord had asked to be put into affect, which on her end required a great deal of writing. There was simply no reason to go home when she had so much work to do: normally she'd work as late as she could, then catch a nap on the couch in her office before starting the next day.

Bleary-eyed, Isoko put down the blurring piece of paper to run a hand over her face. she was getting to the point where she wasn't awake enough to read. Perhaps a brisk walk might wake her up a bit? Stretching slightly, she got up from her desk.

She wasn't expecting someone to be at the door when she opened it. Two men, dressed entirely in black. Puzzled, Isoko stepped back for a second. Were these night guard uniforms? It wasn't a look she recognized.

The two answered her unspoken question by attacking, one quickly drawing a dagger and lunging at her. Awake enough to defend herself, Isoko dodged this first attack, trying to reach her own blade waiting sheathed on her desk. The second assailant blocked her path, garnishing a rope.

Understanding she would have to rely on barehanded combat, Iso prepared to attack the second man, aiming to get in a few punches to distract him long enough to retrieve her weapon. She managed to land a blow to the shoulder before she felt the sharp dig of a dagger in her lower back. Cursing under her breath, she turned to face the first fighter and steal his knife, only to find the rope lowered in front of her face and quickly tightening around her neck. Struggling for air, with one hand she clawed at the rope while the other sought to hit any part of her hangman that she could reach. She heard him mumble a few curses of his own, but he held tight all the same. Gasping, Isoko felt herself fading out, barely aware as the man let her fall to the floor. They covered her with something, and then... darkness.

Isoko woke later in the dark, uncertain where she was or how much time had passed.  Her body ached from the mistreatment earlier. She tried to get up, but found herself bound. She struggled with her bonds, then paused when she thought she heard a noise.