Wufei raised his head groggily. All around him, Nataku’s internal screens hissed static and amber status lights flashed from every panel. He blinked, confused, trying to think past the pounding headache. What happened...?

This is an illustration for a potential story with the cast of Gundam Wing in the world of Avatar (I'd be using the world of AtlA, but not the characters, so no Wufei meets Zuko.)

"So. You're that one kid fightin' some one-guy-against-the-world war, with space tech and a megalomanic with way too many corrupt rich guys on their side, and slightly better space tech on your side." Heero looked up from the cot he was loosely chained to, giving a stony glare to his captor. The half-dressed, tattooed teenager, with enough hair to rival 02 and a notable lack of weapons hidden in his torn jeans, didn't look impressed. "And they walloped you with somethin' freaky that tore through some dimensions, which is why your better space tech is currently making like ugly modern lawn art in what's left of my courtyard."