Somewhere near the hub, GLaDoS is returning crew members to the main portion of the ship.

“For your participation, cake and therapy may be obtained in the lobby.”Mulan springs to her feet. “What lobby ( Read more... )

There was a time to get sick. There was a time to bemoan the things that seemed like empty spots in her head. and there was time to sleep and dream of times that were better (or have nightmares of worse times too). But when these times passed, and eventually that was the case, there was nothing left to do but go back to what you were best at, and ( Read more... )

Mulan is early to bed and early to wake, and just as early to get to the Sensoriums for practice. A strictly military woman, she's not much for meditation. Quiet reflection is for when you're on the march, and sitting around has no place in the middle of a war. Not the one she fought, anyway ( Read more... )

Several buildings in the City had been completely destroyed during Aang's rampage, but a few had survived relatively unscathed. It had only taken Kang two days to repair the Drunken Dragon; he'd done so by himself, not even waiting for his leg to heal up a bit first ( Read more... )

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Nightmare becomes reality....

[roster: Leader - Luke Skywalker, Haku, Han Solo, Hisk, Mulan]

The Nightmare King had been, more or less, taking it easy on Leon. Not that he had to do much. All he had to do was let Leon know that he was in his head. Considering that he never really recovered from being possessed by a plaga, just knowing that he wasn't alone in his own head was more than enough to get to him. For Leon, an occasional flash of ( Read more... )

Time to report back to her captain. Mulan and Shang have seen enough of each other since arriving, but with so much reconnaissance to do on Mulan's part and so much research to do on Shang's part, they've been busy warriors indeed. As many new friends as she's made, Mulan is glad for the chance to see her captain-slash-fiancee again ( Read more... )

Sokka had found himself an open spot in the city that seemed it would do perfectly for what he needed it for, and then set to work. He laid his weapons out in the grass and sat, considering them. Sword, spear, knife, war club, boomerang, shotgun, and a newly acquired semi-automatic handgun. He let his hands drift over them a moment before he picked ( Read more... )

As his mecha's gatling gun cools, Sima Yi finds himself trying, once again, to recall just how long he's been here ( Read more... )