Historian's Note: This story is set three months after the Avatar: The Last Airbender episode "Sozin's Comet".
Yes, Madam Chang's a reference to Star Trek: Enterprise. The title is a reference to Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda.
Yes, Madam Chang's a reference to Star Trek: Enterprise. The title is a reference to Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda.
Shadows Cast By a Final Salute
"Before crime is committed, conscience must be corrupted."
-Henri Amiel (1821-1881) Journal, 30 May 1865
"War is the province of danger, and therefore courage above all things is the first quality of the warrior."
-Karl Von Clausewitz (1780-1831) On War
"It is a sin to believe evil of others, but it is seldom a mistake."
-H.L. Mencken (1819-1891), A Little Book in C. Major
Ty Lee heard a soft rustling in the undergrowth behind her and turned around to see Michiko Kurosawa behind her. The young woman was in her casuals as well, with the golden arrowheads of a detachment commander on her shoulders. She smiled at her, and said, "Michi, how are you?"
"Fine," she said.
"You thinking about Kozin?" Michi asked. Michi and Ty had served with together in the Boiling Rock, eventually becoming close friends with her in that hell on Earth, and willingly serving under her, when Ty Lee had emerged, against all odds, as their leader. After they were released from prison when Zuko took over as Firelord, Michi had taken a demotion in rank and military seniority in order to remain of equal rank with her friend.
Ty Lee sighed, "Yeah, I am."
"He was a good fighter," Michi said softly, clearly trying to comfort her.
Ty rounded her, incensed at her words. "Was? We don't know if he's dead, Michiko."
Michi sighed, and appraised her with an unreadable look. "Do you really think he survived those final days?" Michi said, incredulously. "The Fire Nation Army evacuated us when they went in to restore order, and they were striking down the rioters indiscriminately."
Ty sighed, and for a moment let herself get lost in what she and Kuzon went through, glossing over the battle, and focusing on the precious few times they'd shared together. Sighing, she put those thoughts away, and stood up. She walked over to the edge of the water, and looked out, to the southwest, the general direction of the Boiling Rock, a place where part of her wished she had stayed to fight, and, yes, to die. Better then running, she thought.
"Come on, Commander," Ty said. "Time to go back home."
Ty and Michi walked through the forests, following an old trail back to Ganjitsu Village, where most of the Kyoshi Warriors tasked with defending and policing the eastern section of the Island were based; the farther they walked, the closer they got to the heart of her and Michi's area of responsibility. "So," Ty said. "You want to get something to drink when we reach town?"
"Why not," she said. "Madame Chang's? She has the best rice wine on the island."
"I want Ling's," Ty said. Ling's was a bar that was considered far less classy than Chang's, but Ty preferred the somewhat more rough atmosphere of Ling's to the overly refined atmosphere of Madam Chang's. Which was another personality change wrought by her time on the Rock. Before her time in prison, she was the stereotypical airheaded noblewoman's daughter: stuck-up, girly, shallow, but with a core of something that said she could be something greater than that. The Rock had brought the woman she'd never known she could be out, but at a terrible price in blood.
"Ling's," Michi said. "That's always been a tad...rough for me. I prefer something more...civilized."
She was about to respond to what she considered a slur on her favorite bar when a high-pitched scream pierced the night. Ty and Michi immediately froze in their tra and in an instant her and Michi's katanas were out, shining in the light of the full moon as they wheeled around, trying to locate the direction of the sound.
"Where did that come from," Michi shouted.
"That way," Ty Lee shouted, using her sword to gesture to the west, off the path. Ty and Michi shared a look of apprehension with each other, and without a word, charged off into the underbrush, swords to the ready.
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The thick blanket of shrubbery on the forest floor grew bigger and thicker with each inch Ty Lee and Michi travelled into the woods surrounding them. As they advanced further, the more frustrated Ty became. Where did that voice, come from? She looked around her, the light was failing fast, pretty soon it would be dark completely.
"We should head back," Michi said beside. "We need reinforcements to run a search like this."
"You're right," Ty said. They turned back around to head back to the trail when Ty felt the sole of her shoe make contact with a solid object under her foot. She looked down, and her blood turned to ice water at what she saw below her.
"Michi," she said, her voice wavering. "Look down."
"What?" her friend said. She saw her friend's eyes widen tenfold, as she visibly struggled with her impulse to run away from what she saw.
"I think we're going to need the signal flare for this one," Ty said. For staring up at her with vacant eyes, was the body of a young woman, a deep and bloody gash in her throat.
A/N: This is the start of a story I'm working on. It probably won't get any larger than a 17, 000 word novella.
-Henri Amiel (1821-1881) Journal, 30 May 1865
"War is the province of danger, and therefore courage above all things is the first quality of the warrior."
-Karl Von Clausewitz (1780-1831) On War
"It is a sin to believe evil of others, but it is seldom a mistake."
-H.L. Mencken (1819-1891), A Little Book in C. Major
Chapter One
Ty Lee watched the sun dip below the horizon on Kyoshi Island. The young warrior relaxed against the oak tree behind her, and sighed. She was clad in the casual clothing issued to new Kyoshi Warriors when they joined the ranks: a green tunic and trousers with a black stripe up the left leg. Her shoulders had the upswept golden arrowheads of a detachment commander, quite an achievement for a person who was only a member of their number officially for a few months . Normally the young soldier loved to watch the sunset, but something was off. In her days in service to the Fire Nation, normally it was because she hadn't picked up a cute guy for a significant period of time, but she finally got over the attention issues that mandated that she have several boyfriends at once. Due in no small part to the fact that arguably she met the love of her life in that hell, a man she'd probably never see again, a man who'd told her to move on and forget about him, but she just didn't think she was ready. She figured she'd put herself back on the market eventually, but she'd promised that she would find him again, no matter who she dated in the interim. I will find you again, Kozin, she thought to herself, pocketing her locket. I will.
Ty Lee heard a soft rustling in the undergrowth behind her and turned around to see Michiko Kurosawa behind her. The young woman was in her casuals as well, with the golden arrowheads of a detachment commander on her shoulders. She smiled at her, and said, "Michi, how are you?"
"Fine," she said.
"You thinking about Kozin?" Michi asked. Michi and Ty had served with together in the Boiling Rock, eventually becoming close friends with her in that hell on Earth, and willingly serving under her, when Ty Lee had emerged, against all odds, as their leader. After they were released from prison when Zuko took over as Firelord, Michi had taken a demotion in rank and military seniority in order to remain of equal rank with her friend.
Ty Lee sighed, "Yeah, I am."
"He was a good fighter," Michi said softly, clearly trying to comfort her.
Ty rounded her, incensed at her words. "Was? We don't know if he's dead, Michiko."
Michi sighed, and appraised her with an unreadable look. "Do you really think he survived those final days?" Michi said, incredulously. "The Fire Nation Army evacuated us when they went in to restore order, and they were striking down the rioters indiscriminately."
Ty sighed, and for a moment let herself get lost in what she and Kuzon went through, glossing over the battle, and focusing on the precious few times they'd shared together. Sighing, she put those thoughts away, and stood up. She walked over to the edge of the water, and looked out, to the southwest, the general direction of the Boiling Rock, a place where part of her wished she had stayed to fight, and, yes, to die. Better then running, she thought.
"Come on, Commander," Ty said. "Time to go back home."
Ty and Michi walked through the forests, following an old trail back to Ganjitsu Village, where most of the Kyoshi Warriors tasked with defending and policing the eastern section of the Island were based; the farther they walked, the closer they got to the heart of her and Michi's area of responsibility. "So," Ty said. "You want to get something to drink when we reach town?"
"Why not," she said. "Madame Chang's? She has the best rice wine on the island."
"I want Ling's," Ty said. Ling's was a bar that was considered far less classy than Chang's, but Ty preferred the somewhat more rough atmosphere of Ling's to the overly refined atmosphere of Madam Chang's. Which was another personality change wrought by her time on the Rock. Before her time in prison, she was the stereotypical airheaded noblewoman's daughter: stuck-up, girly, shallow, but with a core of something that said she could be something greater than that. The Rock had brought the woman she'd never known she could be out, but at a terrible price in blood.
"Ling's," Michi said. "That's always been a tad...rough for me. I prefer something more...civilized."
She was about to respond to what she considered a slur on her favorite bar when a high-pitched scream pierced the night. Ty and Michi immediately froze in their tra and in an instant her and Michi's katanas were out, shining in the light of the full moon as they wheeled around, trying to locate the direction of the sound.
"Where did that come from," Michi shouted.
"That way," Ty Lee shouted, using her sword to gesture to the west, off the path. Ty and Michi shared a look of apprehension with each other, and without a word, charged off into the underbrush, swords to the ready.
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The thick blanket of shrubbery on the forest floor grew bigger and thicker with each inch Ty Lee and Michi travelled into the woods surrounding them. As they advanced further, the more frustrated Ty became. Where did that voice, come from? She looked around her, the light was failing fast, pretty soon it would be dark completely.
"We should head back," Michi said beside. "We need reinforcements to run a search like this."
"You're right," Ty said. They turned back around to head back to the trail when Ty felt the sole of her shoe make contact with a solid object under her foot. She looked down, and her blood turned to ice water at what she saw below her.
"Michi," she said, her voice wavering. "Look down."
"What?" her friend said. She saw her friend's eyes widen tenfold, as she visibly struggled with her impulse to run away from what she saw.
"I think we're going to need the signal flare for this one," Ty said. For staring up at her with vacant eyes, was the body of a young woman, a deep and bloody gash in her throat.
A/N: This is the start of a story I'm working on. It probably won't get any larger than a 17, 000 word novella.