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You can look, but you can't touch I don't think I like you much

Freedom, what a silly word.

No matter how free she was nothing changed. The constant creeping paranoia, every shadow a potential threat, every blind corner could be hiding an assassin.

But she wouldn't hide. She wouldn't cower! She had been cleaned up, though her hair still hung about her shoulders in untamed tresses of inky black shine.

This ship had to be explored, she had to know as much about it as she could. Knowledge was power and at the moment she felt particularly weak.

After so much time of being locked away, barely moving, not training. Her body had lost it's edge. Her strength and power had waned and she knew it.

Even if she wasn't aware the voices would never let her forget.

And so barefoot and looking lost in more ways then one the pale young girl slipped through the ship quietly watching, learning.

In time her strength would return.

And then the screams of those that had defied her would fill this ship.

Freedom had done wonders for her mood.

((OOC: So since she's just wandering about wherever you'd like to meet her just mention it in your post and we'll roll from there. ^_^ ))

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Might be worth it. PROBABLY would be worth it.

"Well, think of it like your own body. It does what you want it to, it's really complex, but you still don't want anyone poking your brain, I'd guess. Of course, there's still all sorts of secrets about the ship we're probably not going to like. There's a group of people devoted to getting it more under our control. Not with a ton of success, but I don't think anyone with half a brain is counting on the ship being on our side all the time."

Azula nodded thinking about how effortlessly the ship had contained her. No amount of heat had even singed the walls of her cell after all.

"Other then my release, how many dangerous mistakes has the ship made that threaten the lives of the crew?"

"Pfft," Zetta said. "I'm not worried about you, Princess." He still, somehow, didn't say that title mockingly. "But there've been a couple. Thing is, it's hard to figure out where the ship's fault ends and the crew's fault begins in a bunch of 'em."

That didn't inspire Azula with confidence. "And this madness is our only chance at restoring all we knew that we've lost? No wonder you're here. It sounds like these fools need all the help they can get."

A little empty praise for one of the only people still using her title.

"Yeah, there've been a virus that made people angry, a giant monster... and apparently something that makes people travel back in their own personal time, which is also apparently why I'm not a book." Of course he was a bit skeptical about all THAT. A book, honestly.

"Absolute insanity." Azula dismissed with a tired voice, "At this point some normalcy would seem odd."

Actually it was probably best this way. Despite all the otherworldly and just plain unimaginable things she'd encountered so far, her exhaustion made it impossible for her to be too blown away just by talking about things.

He grinned at her, but surprisingly it wasn't mocking. "You should see the cosmos someday. I'm not saying you should pack up and leave home when you get it back, but there's countless universes out there and a lot weirder than this ship has ever produced. Sometime I'll show you a couple of things in the Sensorium if you want."

Oh Zetta...you know not what you've done.

Her lips curled and she chuckled softly, a pleased content smile on her face in a disturbing unstable way as she swayed slightly on her feet.

In her mind the Fire nation had not only risen up against Zuko and put her back as the rightful Firelord. Then they had spread throughout the world and once that had been conquered, They began to spread out into the stars. The fire nation was conquering the universes and all these strange looking people who lived on other planets were falling to them.

He didn't? Because he'd been trying to refuel ambition and powerlust in her for a while now. Frankly, if she made good on half those promises, he'd welcome the challenge.

Of course, the other half of the plan was teaching her to be a competent Overlord, uh, Princess... ruler... girl... which seemed to be the much harder part of the plan.

"Hey, Netherworld to Princess," he said after a few moments, letting her luxuriate in fantasy.

Well alright that was exactly what he wanted, but it was just so much fun to write "you know not what you've done" and the opportunity doesn't come along much.

Azula was brought out of her fantasy as much as it displeased her. "Oh, you're still here." she noted torn between being displeased and amused.

"Well, I could just walk off and abandon you here," Zetta said, "but you kind of give me the impression that you've had enough of that already."

Azula didn't even bother dignifying that with a response but instead plodded onward.

"Tell me more, how is this "war" being conducted? Where is the battlefield?"

"So far, the Ohm haven't bothered to come at the ship. The ship doesn't go for them a lot either. We've been going to various places to meet Important People and get Important Things. Sometimes we run into them and a fight ensues."

He paused, then added, "Everyone talks up how damn powerful they are and how a bunch of people can barely handle one. Frankly, I think that's crap, but I haven't seen one yet. Whatever the case is, they sure have the numbers advantage."

"So the war has already been fought and lost, and now we use rebel tactics to struggle on?" This all sounded just plain pathetic to Azula who was used to having superior numbers on her side.

"Most of us didn't even get to fight the Ohm," Zetta said darkly. "They can move through time as well as space. If it had been a fight, I'd have won it.

Time AND space? Now even the proud Fire Nation Princess had her doubts.

"I'm beginning to think our luck would be better suited to finding some other planet to take over and making our home there. At least it would be if I wasn't sure that plague would just find their way to that planet as well."

"Oh no," Zetta said, lifting a fist. "They aren't getting away with this. I, Zetta, will make them regret the day they ever dared mess with an Overlord!

"...And everybody else too, I guess. But you're right, they'd just come after us. But I wouldn't back down even if they wouldn't."

She too had felt that way before hearing what odds they were up against.

"At least someone around here understands the importance of revenge." But Zetta had already shown that back when she was still in her cell.

"Revenge, pride, duty, and getting back what's ours," he said. "My Netherworld, your world. And the rest of the cosmos. It's a boring existence without it."

"Anything is more interesting then being in that cell." She had to acknowledge. It would likely be some time before she found herself bored.

"Being in that cell with a blindfold on?" he suggested -- though he honestly wondered if she would find that worse.

Back on topic... Zetta pointed towards the Medical Wing. "Over there is three sections that compose medical. One handles disease, and it's where people who might be contagious or something get quarantined. One's the actual medical place where hurt people go, and one's... special weapons, don't ask me why it's down here with the medical stuff."

Azula listened carefully, "perhaps because special weapons can be so dangerous..."accidents" can happen." She sounded almost hopeful for an accident.

"Hey, stop wishing doom upon us all in your head," Zetta said amiably.

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