Somewhere within the heart of Ba Sing Se, a gathering was taking place. The Order of the White Lotus, a group as elusive as the Avatar himself, was growing restless. The absence of the Avatar alongside the increasing number of fabricated benders were ill signs that threatened the balance of the world in ways unprecedented.
"We must intervene at once. This waiting's done nothing for us. We're still one Avatar short and our numbers dwindle while theirs grow!" The cracked, but severe voice of an elderly lady stated. Of course, she meant benders who had a natural affinity for elements when she said "our' and referred scornfully to those who achieved bending through artificial means by "theirs".
In the obscure room, lit dimly by an old tv screen, the Order sighed internally in unison. The situation seemed desperate and while they couldn't patrol the world looking for an Avatar that seemed to have disappeared for good due to more pressing matters, like trying to convince the authorities that the experiments Kaito and Jirou were doing were not only dangerous, but also of a suspicious nature, in spite of the inventors' arguments to support their cause, they did have agents who could take on the job for them. The old lady opened her lips again but was distracted by a sudden blink from the tv. The gathering was bathed in darkness for a second before the tv turned on again, displaying a pompous "Breaking News" banner in front of which stood no one other than Kaito himself, a wide grin spread on his mug.
"Good people of Republic City!" he stated sanctimoniously "I know these seem like dark times with crime, civil wars and other internal conflicts on the rise, I know you have all lost a lot, as did we and that there seems to be little hope in the world. But what I want to talk to you about this late afternoon is not hopelessness, I do not mean to remind you of things that haunt you every day of your existence. What I want you to do is listen. And leave all that worry behind, because what I am going to tell you now may well change your life for decades to come. Ladies and gentlemen, we've had our differences in the past, but today, I'm bringing you the ultimate proof that the work we do at BendCorp has your best interest at the core of it at all times. I give you, your new Avatar!" Kaito moved to the side, to reveal a shadowed silhouette behind a thin curtain. A pause, followed by reluctant gasps and then the crowd exploding in thunderous applause, all at the same time while the camera spanned over them to show their exultation. And then, just as suddenly as they had started, the waves of applause died down and Kaito continued his speech. "This has been our real purpose all along. And now that we have managed to stabilize our devices, we can work towards training this one incredibly talented person whom we will reveal when the time is right, to become your new Avatar and change the world forever! And now,a little demonstration."
The figure walked into the light, its face covered by a mask, the distinctive BendCorp device shining eerily on its head. The crowd fell silent once more as the figure took a moment in the middle of the scene and then produced flames, water and a powerful gust of air consecutively and then stopped with a ceremonious bow. The so-called Avatar lingered in the middle of the stage for a quick moment before retiring gracefully. Kaito's grin grew wider. "Ladies and gents, I hope this proves that we are only focused on your protection and that the idea of us or our work being harmful to you or your loved ones, is completely out of the question! I thank you for coming here today. Until next time!"
And with that the broadcast was over. In the small room, the ones gathered watched on with hollow eyes. The female voice broke the stillness once again.
"Send for Tulunak. This is a state of emergency."
[b]"I see you still hang out in the fanciest of places." a heavy, male voice came from behind Tulunak. "But the information I am about to pass to you requires a less.... echo-y place." The voice went on, with a hint of amusement in its tone this time around. Terence was the oldest among the agents of the Order and whenever he was sent off with information, odds were that the Order was facing some sort of despair.