trans_9 | 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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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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