Nanashi had been pushing her students daily, training them rigorously in all sorts of basics, but finally she had come to the end of what she had been formally trained in. It was here that she had lost her teacher to the war. The rest she learned years later on the battlefield.

Of course, this would reflect in her teaching. Her students just didn't know quite yet. She sat cross-legged on one of the chairs in the entrance hall, waiting for Katara and Edward. She had a few training swords made from wood a while back when she had dropped off the junk furniture at that craftsman's place. She had them using their steel weapons with protective seals on the blades for that first part of training, but now they would be turning their blades on each other, and she had to keep in mind that if something was chopped off, it could not be stuck back on and held there to heal. Hence the wood swords.

With that prepared, all there was left was for her students to arrive.

For once, Cassie's house had just Marco in it - all the others were out, either running surveillance on Jaime or doing their own thing. But Marco wasn't due to watch Jaime until later, and he'd already ran around barking at random people as Cinnabon the dog earlier that morning.

So naturally during this blessed moment of free time Marco was in the living room, playing Mario cart on the Nintendo he'd managed to acquire (Hey, the media room hadn't needed that extra one. And he'd magnanimously taken an older model instead of one of the newer ones. No one would miss it).

Marco expected to waste a few hours on the game - he wasn't expecting any visitors.

Despite how long Trudy had been awake, she'd never really been tempted to use the sensoriums, not like the rest of the crew did. Of course flight training was there, but creating the worlds the Ohm had blown up? That was too depressing.

But when she stepped in this time, Pandora grew up around her. She stood on a wind-whipped cliff of the Hallelujah Mountains, overlooking the sunset over the jungle. As darkness touched the undergrowth, neon lights began to shine out. Pandora wasn't dark for long.

Trudy settled on the edge of the cliff, closer than most people would be comfortable with the long drop below. Behind her was a Samson helicopter with a tiger painted on the side - Trudy's copter, the way it used to look. It even had the Na'vi war paint on it. One very important thing was different - she wasn't wearing a respirator. Stacy had made the Pandoran air breathable.

She squinted into the sunset and down at the jungle, her thumb running over her cross in thought.

Maybe Kang was right. Maybe it was the end that counted, and you learned from the mistakes along the way.

It was night on the ship - or at least as close to night as the ship ever got.

But while most of the crew slept, something had been released from within the ship. Something invisible, something undetectable, and something very, very dangerous.

If you passed through parts of the City, you might start to feel a little sick...

According to the standards of the 24-hour time period that the omnicoms operate on, it's very early in the morning. Too early for most people to be up, though Zuko always is at this time. Even without a sun to rise with, old habits die hard.

Today he rose feeling a little slower than usual. From this, one could assume it would be a bad idea for Zuko to push himself - but Zuko is not good at listening to his body when it says no.

( So he's fighting his sister. And as usual, she's winning. )

Tobias sat perched the rafters at Cassie's place, his usual sleeping area now that it had been found. Many of the others stayed in the house, but hawks and enclosed spaces don't mix. At least the barn usually had the door open.

He felt feverish,really warm for some reason He suspected he was getting sick,and it made him wonder what organisms on board could infect a bird, and he found himself recalling his last troubling illness-the Yamphut. He had to go eat, but since he didn't feel particularly good, it would take more effort than usual to find the resolve for it.

For now, he sat and shivered, feeling the beginnings of chills. He'd have to call Cassie when he got the chance, maybe she could help.