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- !plot: marriage planet,
- aang,
- alistair,
- allenby beardsley,
- angie spica,
- anwei ayles,
- aqua,
- astrid hoffersson,
- athrun zala,
- axl,
- ben 10,
- billy cranston,
- celena vantari,
- devlin levin,
- dhianeila,
- eleventh doctor,
- eva,
- farseer alastirra,
- feldt grace,
- hit girl,
- hoshi hikari,
- howard bassem,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- kanoe zouichi,
- katara,
- kaylee frye,
- lacus clyne,
- leon s. kennedy,
- lex luthor,
- matt olsen,
- miku hinasaki,
- miranda lawson,
- negi springfield,
- nokosi,
- ophelia,
- phillip,
- rachel berenson,
- red medic,
- ronnae,
- sam winchester,
- setsuna f. seiei,
- sherry birkin,
- sho fukamachi,
- signum,
- son of satan,
- stephen valkonan,
- tenaya,
- the pyro,
- tim drake/red robin,
- vindicator nehaalista,
- yzak jule
Marriage Planet
Stacy's voice came over the comm, blaring across the entire ship.
||Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention, all personnel...||
The mouth in the main sculpture on Obs Deck opened, revealing a screen with the image of a mottled blue and purple planet, rotating slowly.
Planet Designation: Gondepetil
Status: Terrestrial, H-class. Mass slightly larger than most Earths.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Yes.
Water: 88% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Similar to Earth's Mediterranean climate. Warm but hospitable. [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: Short trees and scrubs. Most mountains are plateaus, terrain is hilly and rocky on 65% of the land surface.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 25% oxygen, 65% nitrogen, 5% xenon, 5% trace gases, such as hydrogen, neon, krypton, and argon.
Air Pressure: 17.02 pounds per square inch. Heavier than ship's air pressure, but breathable.
Sky: Blue/purple with silver clouds.
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star. The planet is unusually close to its sun, but its ozone layer is fully capable of filtering out harmful radiation.
Mission: Spiritual elders of the local inhabitants are in possession of an artifact of great importance to the war against the Ohm. The crew will participate in the inhabitants' rituals of judgment and joining to enter the region known as the Sacred Mount, where the artifact is being stored. The crew is to negotiate with the spiritual elders to acquire this artifact. The crew is expected to comply with any of their demands in order to successfully complete negotiations.
Time for another mission, then.
||Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention, all personnel...||
The mouth in the main sculpture on Obs Deck opened, revealing a screen with the image of a mottled blue and purple planet, rotating slowly.
Planet Designation: Gondepetil
Status: Terrestrial, H-class. Mass slightly larger than most Earths.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Yes.
Water: 88% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Similar to Earth's Mediterranean climate. Warm but hospitable. [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: Short trees and scrubs. Most mountains are plateaus, terrain is hilly and rocky on 65% of the land surface.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 25% oxygen, 65% nitrogen, 5% xenon, 5% trace gases, such as hydrogen, neon, krypton, and argon.
Air Pressure: 17.02 pounds per square inch. Heavier than ship's air pressure, but breathable.
Sky: Blue/purple with silver clouds.
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star. The planet is unusually close to its sun, but its ozone layer is fully capable of filtering out harmful radiation.
Mission: Spiritual elders of the local inhabitants are in possession of an artifact of great importance to the war against the Ohm. The crew will participate in the inhabitants' rituals of judgment and joining to enter the region known as the Sacred Mount, where the artifact is being stored. The crew is to negotiate with the spiritual elders to acquire this artifact. The crew is expected to comply with any of their demands in order to successfully complete negotiations.
Time for another mission, then.
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Obviously.
"Where's Sokka?"
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"So, we have to be judged? That doesn't sound ominous at all." Skepticism.
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There stood Aang, his staff across his shoulders, scrunching up his face at the mission briefing on the screen, clearly looking as if he was wondering why all this seemed so...familiar. Why did this situation seem familiar, with the planet, and the joining and...things? Very familiar. Definite deja vu feeling.
P.S. By the way, guys, Aang got podpopped again. Just now.
"Hi guys! Stacy let me out again."
It was almost an afterthought, before he squinted at the screen again, thinking.
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No warning, no pod popping again, just Aang. And Katara, speechless, her mouth slightly open, a small trembling in her body. The ship brought him here again, after taking him away twice, and here she was, just seeing him again.
She had to tell Matt, she had to...
"Excuse me," she said, rushing over, her heart beating a million times a minute. No, NO, this was all wrong, why did this keep happening?!
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If he remembers the end of the war, maybe Aang will too.
Then Katara rushes off, and Zuko remembers the 'new boyfriend' thing. Maaaaaybe it would be classier to let her or Sokka tell Aang the news.
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"What's with her?"
Oh, yeah. Hi Aang. She raises her hand in a half-hearted wave. But really, coming from Mai, it means a lot.
Probably.
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"Good to see you, Aang."
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"Where's Katara going?"
Seriously, he was expecting smooches or hugs at least.
Oh well, brohugs from Sokka would do for now! Aang let out a gleeful little laugh as Sokka hugged him. It hadn't been long, in his memory, that he'd seen them last since he'd been asleep that whole time, but he was never the type to turn down a good hug. Sokka got a massive, one-armed hug back.
"I remember! I remember everything! I remember the end of the war now--we won, we actually won! We didn't all die horribly!" A pause. "Not that I was expecting any of us to die horribly--well, okay, maybe I worried about it a little bit--but it didn't happen!"
It was different remembering it, much different than being told. When when he finally let go, Aang put his staff down and practically leaped through the air at Zuko, pulling him into a massive hug as well.
"And I remember being friends again!" That was important. Very, very important.
Because it was different at the very end. At the very end, they were all friends, all of them. Mai was their friend, too. The world had changed, and they had a chance to help shape it into something better than it had been those last hundred years.
Of course, now their world was gone, but if there was a chance to save other worlds, to bring it back, they'd fight for that chance together.
Aang let go of Zuko and backed away a few steps, practically hopping on his heels.
"Zuko, Dancing Dragon, come on. Right now! I only remember doing it, and I want to see if I can actually do it. Has Mai even seen it yet? We should show Mai!"
Aside from wanting to see if he could remember his firebending forms now, it was fun, okay? It was like their buddy dance. Do the buddy dance, Zuko. Cooooome ooooon. Dooooo it.
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Dammit, Aang. Zuko just drops his forehead into his palm, sighing with frustration, because there's no way he can play along with the cheerful buddy dance, can't play along with the "YEAH world peace" when he knows just how much this happy Aang-bubble is going to implode in on itself the moment the Katara news gets revealed, and Zuko doesn't feel like walking on eggshells anymore than he feels like faking the buddy dance.
"Katara got a new boyfriend while you were out."
THERE, IT'S SAID. You may now begin the healing process, Aang. As soon as the heartbreak sets in.
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Mai has experience with these things, Zuko. She knows how much it sucks to hear. Especially when it doesn't come directly from the other person. You remember that lesson, right?
After a moment of just giving Zuko the "you screwed up" look, she casts a (slightly) more sympathetic glance at Aang. "...sorry."
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"Were you not listening, Fire Jerk?" Ugh. Now he's going to have to explain and he doesn't even get it himself. He rubs his face and glances at Aang with a grimace.
"I dunno. I'm sorry."
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"Is it Haru?"
Oh, hi Toph, you paragon of tact, you.
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This whole time Aang had pretty much looked like a balloon that'd had a tiny hole poked in it and was slowly deflating, his arms slowly dropping from where they'd been in the air to do the dragon dance. The look of shock and devastation on his face was heart-breaking.
For a moment, he had the desperate hope that Zuko had suddenly learned how to do a practical joke, but Sokka's confirmation (and, y'know, the fact that it was Zuko) made him realize it was the truth.
For a moment, he just stood there, looking at the floor, eyes wide, his breathing a little more hitched, his expression bewildered.
"How long--how long was I gone? I thought it was just--"
There were lots of new faces, lots of new people to meet, and faces that were gone now, their owners repodded like he'd been, but everyone else hadn't really looked that much older. It looked like the same general crew at the same age. Not even months had to have passed, right?
But if Katara had moved on, there must have been more time than he thought.
"I thought I hadn't been asleep for very long."
He thought things were mostly the same.
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Toph stood, flat-footed, upon sensing Aang's reaction, listening to his breathing and feeling the confusion that radiated off of the guy.
She turned toward Sokka and Zuko. "You guys weren't -- she really --"
Apropos of nothing she hocked a loogie into the far corner, and stepped forward to put a hand on Aang's shoulder.
"That sucks, Twinkle Toes."
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Mai shrugs. She knows how much it sucks to get dumped and how much it sucks to find out through an intermediary. And really, Aang is a friend via Zuko, so that makes him... somewhat worthy of being cared about.
"Could be worse. Could've been years."
Yes, that makes it better. Somehow. Toph gets a little nod - wait, she can't see. Oh, well.
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"Hey, he was gonna find out eventually." He looks aside at Mai, wondering how long she'll be mad at him for this. And how long it will take before Aang feels like dragon-dancing again.
Belatedly - "Hey, Toph."
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"Yeah. I dunno. I just found out about it a few days ago, because I've been gone too. It's. . .weird. I dunno." He avoids the obvious 'pfft, women' comment because he's pretty sure Toph and Mai will both beat him up if he does.
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Zuko and Sokka had gotten hurt themselves. Zuko had saved his life and Sokka had saved his sanity. Mai was there as all those strange energies crackled around them, as the Nightmare King's influence flowed through that place out into the rest of the ship.
"I think it might have made us sick."
Supposedly that was why they were Gladosed, tested, repodded. People's spirits got sick and then they had to rest again.
Aang slumped down away from Sokka and Toph to sit on one of the meat-couches, reaching out and snagging his staff, fiddling with it, trying to take comfort from the feel of it against his fingers. It wasn't the same as his old staff, though, made of those light metals and not that familiar wood carved from the scraggly trees that grew on the side of the mountains.
"She had to have figured out that might be why. I didn't choose to be gone. She knew I was here, that I might be let out again, she had to have known I didn't want to go back..."
Only a few months? That was all? That was all? Aang looked up at his friends, his voice hitched and miserable, his expression horribly sad.
"Did I do something wrong?"
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Hit him, Mai. For the love of all things, hit him now.
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"Gee, Zuko. Maybe you weren't that into me when you left me that letter."
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Burying his face in his hand, he started to cry. Quietly, without sobbing or anything, nothing theatrical, but he was sad and he was hurt, and he wasn't really the type to hold it in.
Good job, Zuko.
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"I didn't go and hook up with some other girl as soon as I finished writing it!"
The Fire Lord twists at a nigh-impossible angle, trying not to hurt anymore. Ow ow ow. And now Aang's crying. Zuko's ear hurts, and he feels like more of a jerk. Good thing he's used to it.
"It was Hiccup's idea," he protests. "I thought it made sense."
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"No, Aang. It's nothing you did. I'm sure. I mean, you're great. It's not your fault the ship was messing with you. I just. . ." he sighs, "She's been acting weird since we got here. I dunno, Aang. I don't really get it either."
He half-smiles.
"We're all here for you, though. Even if some of us don't know when to shut their pie-holes." He shoots a meaningful look at Zuko for that one.
"This place has just changed her, that's all. I don't know what else to say." He wraps his other arm around Aang in a tight hug.
"And Hiccup doesn't know about Aang and Katara and how they were, okay, Zuko? He's been through a lot, okay?" He's snapping a bit because he knew this would happen and now his adoptive little bro is sobbing his eyes out over his sister.
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That said, she glances at Aang. She's been there, so she can empathize with him a bit. "...it'll get better."
After all the crying and the soul-searching and the self-blame. She's not sure if Aang will actually go through the "anger" stage.
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Consider it her version of a snuggly hug.
"Yeah. Sokka's right. She's been weird, but I figured it was just because we were here." She stomps her crystal-slippers on the ground to emphasize her point. "I don't think it has anything to do with you, Aang, and the rest of us aren't going anywhere."
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