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“Ranger Nakayama,” says Marshal Piandao. “I’m glad to see you made it here in one piece. Welcome to Hong Kong.”

“Um, thank you, sir,” Zuko says. “It’s an honour to be here.”

Piandao’s eyes crinkle in what Zuko recognizes as a smile. “I’d like you to meet Ranger Aang Gyatso,” he says, and inclines his head in the direction of the man standing next to him. “Your co-pilot.”

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With the Jaeger Program nearing the end of its life, the Pan Pacific Defense Corps brings in Zuko Nakayama, ex-Jaeger pilot, as a last-ditch effort. His role is simple: to act as co-pilot for the newly restored Avatar Fury, and hopefully bring an end to the Kaiju War, once and for all.

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Zuko rears back. “Uh, I’m pretty sure—” Sokka silences her with a kiss. “Shh, I know. I was joking. I obviously haven’t forgotten about our duty to save the world and everything.” It takes a second for Zuko to answer, clearly thrown off by the kiss. She blinks rapidly, lips slightly parted, and then says, “Uh. Okay. Good.” Sokka smirks. She’s really going to enjoy having this new weapon in her arsenal.

it's happeningggg 😈😈😈

lmao i started writing this on a whim a few weeks back cause i desperately needed some zukka hate fucking in my life. atp it's kind of just a messy collection of half-finished snippets and lines, but i Do have some semblance of an outline and/or plot written out. bit of a low priority project atm tho, i'm trying to focus any writing energy i have left after school stuff on my pacrim au

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Sokka lets out a breath and sits back in his chair, cracking his knuckles; his back presses against Zuko’s fingers, and Zuko can feel the warmth of him through his shirt. “Well, yes and no,” he says. “The sensors pick up visuals, yeah, but it’s much more than that—there’s also water displacement, temperature, radiation, blah blah blah, I won’t bore you with the details. Anyways, I can interpret all those readings,” he waves to a series of numbers and diagrams on the screen that mean absolutely nothing to Zuko, “and put them together with the footage to make some…we’ll call them educated conjectures.” “Educated conjectures,” Zuko repeats, eyebrow raised. That just sounds like a fancy way to say guessing.

ooh okay i've definitely talked abt this one before, because i started it back in (checks notes) 2019 lmao. i still like the concept a lot so i haven't completely scrapped it yet, but i doubt it'll ever actually get written. sadly

the gist of it is: sokka buys a wolf mask in ba sing se and, feeling restless and frustrated, starts taking up vigilante work during the night. until one night he runs into the blue spirit, and from there they form a sort of uneasy alliance, which eventually turns into a proper partnership, and the two of them become vigilante buddies, teaming up together to fight crime :)

heehee hi ash :3

“—any insight on the kaiju, Sokka?” says Hakoda. To Zuko’s surprise, Sokka is indeed there, sitting half-hidden behind a veritable wall of holographic screens. He glances briefly up at Zuko as he approaches, before turning his attention back to the screens in front of him. “It’s big. Not the biggest we’ve ever seen, but close,” he says. He flicks quickly through a series of grainy images: the kaiju, captured by the sensors ringing the Breach as it emerged. “Hexapod, by the looks of it, but I don’t think it uses the smaller set of arms for movement. They’ll have to stay away from those—I’d say they’re used for close range grappling more than anything.” A few taps on the keyboard, and the screens flicker and shift to a different interface. “Definitely more suited to fighting on land than in the water, so we’ll have to make sure it doesn’t make landfall. And it seems…pretty agile, but it’s hard to get a read on its speed without the satellite feedback. I propose codename—” “Hei Bai,” Piandao interrupts, and Sokka slumps back in his seat, pouting. “Aw, come on, I’m still not allowed to name them? That’s such a boring name. How about—” “Hei Bai,” Piandao repeats, more firmly. Sokka sighs. “Fine. Codename: Hei Bai.”