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The ship never ended. The farther Zuko went, the more it always seemed there was to go . . . and those was just the areas he could walk to freely.
He found himself in a short hallway today, with three wings. He'd been here once before, continued straight ahead, and found the medical bay, so this time he was prepared for the sudden chill that skipped his physical senses and raced right across his consciousness.
The only thing he could compare it to was what he'd felt at the Western Air Temple, when he had taken refuge there while his eye healed following the Agni Kai. He'd never seen a place that felt as lonely as it looked, but the air of the Western Air temple was merely one of sadness, regret. The aura of the Special Weapons division was distinctly more negative. Angrier. More evil.
It was hardly difficult to imagine that terrible things had happened there. It looked like the scene of a fight, if anyone had been fighting in a hospital - an evil hospital. Zuko picked his way around the overturned beds and damaged equipment until he made it to the Acquisitions door. He was just about to try to open it when something on the floor caught his eye.
A whistle. Blackened with soot, lying on the floor by an overturned bed, carved in the shape of a bison.
Zuko picked it up. He turned it over in his hand, brushed some of the soot away, and turned it over some more.
Then he clenched the whistle in his fist so tightly that the wood almost cracked.
"Where are you hiding him?" the scarred prince yelledunto the heavens at the ceiling. "Answer me, Stacy!"
He found himself in a short hallway today, with three wings. He'd been here once before, continued straight ahead, and found the medical bay, so this time he was prepared for the sudden chill that skipped his physical senses and raced right across his consciousness.
The only thing he could compare it to was what he'd felt at the Western Air Temple, when he had taken refuge there while his eye healed following the Agni Kai. He'd never seen a place that felt as lonely as it looked, but the air of the Western Air temple was merely one of sadness, regret. The aura of the Special Weapons division was distinctly more negative. Angrier. More evil.
It was hardly difficult to imagine that terrible things had happened there. It looked like the scene of a fight, if anyone had been fighting in a hospital - an evil hospital. Zuko picked his way around the overturned beds and damaged equipment until he made it to the Acquisitions door. He was just about to try to open it when something on the floor caught his eye.
A whistle. Blackened with soot, lying on the floor by an overturned bed, carved in the shape of a bison.
Zuko picked it up. He turned it over in his hand, brushed some of the soot away, and turned it over some more.
Then he clenched the whistle in his fist so tightly that the wood almost cracked.
"Where are you hiding him?" the scarred prince yelled

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"Finally," says Andromeda. "She's had us doing diagnostics and repairs for ages. Please restate your inquiry. Stacy is having difficulty reconciling an error."
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"You again." He'd met her once before. You didn't forget women made of light very quickly. "Where is Aang?"
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Zuko points at the door behind her, the one that reads Acquisitions. "What's in that room?"
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She was curious.
"Accessing his crew personnel file now to see what I can make of the information..."
Andromeda is infinitely more helpful than Stacy--or at least tries to be. It's difficult when even she is barred from pertinent data.
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Rommie may be more helpful, but Zuko's still kind of a jerk. It's a thing.
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Another head-tilt.
"This is alarming."
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"I'll find him. I know you can't help with everything, but I know you'll help more than Stacy. I want a map of the ship, with the . . . the spaces you can't see. The ones where the Avatar might be."
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A pause.
"However, Stacy does have a duct system in place for the transport of breathable air that could possibly be used to get to locked areas. The tunnels are narrow but useable. It seems to lack any defenses that could harm someone climbing through it. If you can find one of the openings in the city or the Living Area, which have to exist for everyone to even be breathing, you can potentially travel to other areas in the ship. The difficulties would lie in finding a way back. You could wind up stranded."
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He has a purpose again. Nothing else matters.
"What else should I know?" Before he goes off to save the day and all?
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And because he IS a prince, and he IS honorable, he bows.
"You've been helpful. I apologize for my impatience."
Small steps.