"Very well, boys. Soon the world will be healed from one of the many wounds left by the hundred years war. We will make sure no more idiots on thrones decide our fate. . .
Find the so called 'Fire Princess' and any other collaborator
The firelord is mine"
The Equalist aircraft began to descend from the skies once it had reached the main island of the Fire Nation archipelago. The wind buffeted its metal hull as it approached for a landing, finally coming to a halt at a dock not far from the coast
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The hatch opened, and the escalator extended down to the ground. Amon stood up there, his arms behind his back, gazing at the view
He descended the stairs with measured steps, followed by his men, all of them armed with a wide array of non-lethal weapons
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"My dear Equalists. We are so close to winning the elections and I'm very proud of the work you've been doing. But for now I have some 'business' to attend along with my best men
I'll be back soon to Republic City"