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| Zuko, something happened to Interregnum in the last hundred years.
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July 3, 2012
It had been a long, boring day. Special Agent Jang scooted back in his desk chair and fished his credential out of one of his pockets. In it was his shield and his identification, bearing his photograph, name, and title. The latter he flipped over and read quietly:
I, Jang, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully, loyally and honorably serve His Holiness Mohender, my Avatar and the Guardian of our universal Peace, and His proven Successor, and also dedicate myself to His Safety and Welfare with all of my Faculties, sacrificing if necessary also my Life to defend Him. (If the Avatar has died, the following Terms take effect: I assume this same Commitment with Regard to the Trustees of Vacancy until such Time as the incoming Avatar has been invested.) Furthermore I promise to my Avatar and my Grand Lotus and such other Superiors as They have appointed over me the utmost Respect, Fidelity and Obedience. This I swear! May my Holy Patrons guide, protect, and assist me!
Jang, an earth/metalbender, smiled briefly as he remembered who and what he was all those years ago when he had been sworn in...his build a couple stones lighter, his hair much darker and more plentiful. Then it occurred to him how long it had been that the provisions in parentheses had been in effect.
Mohender, a firebender, had died peacefully in bed a very old man at the age of a hundred and four. And that was over twenty years ago, when Jang had been only three years on the job. To him had fallen the task of organizing the honor guard for the late Avatar's state funeral. The President of the Northwest Republic spoke at the ceremony, as did a prominent spokeswoman for the Airbenders, among whose upcoming newborns a successor supposedly existed. The service concluded with a speech by the Fire Lord, as Fire Nation authorities took charge of the body for later interment.
Something should have happened by now, thought Jang. The Order of the White Lotus was a world class operation among the key institutions of society. The Intelligence Division of the Security Function, where he worked, was but one facet of the Order. Others included Public Relations, Finance, Logistics, Science, Bender Welfare, and... the Office of the Avatar, whose supreme position was still vacant. The search to identify the new Avatar, a top priority mission, was still ongoing and he was only one of literally hundreds of people worldwide supporting that task.
Then, the telephone on his desk rang. He did not recognize the number; the number displayed looked like it was in the region occupied by the Southern Water Tribe. He picked up a pencil and his notepad, and picked up the receiver, noting the time and date.
"Succession Project, this is Special Agent Jang. How can I help you?" he greeted as he waited for the caller to announce themselves.
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