DC X Marvel: The Lost Primarch of the Amazon (Redux) (Crackish)

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DC X Marvel: The Lost Primarch of the Amazon. 

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Chapter 1, Part 2: A Primarch in the land of women. 

(??? BCE, The City State of Amazonia, Ancient Greece, Delta Omega Earth, or simply Planet Earth.)

15 minutes later.

"You know, you've really drawn the short straw with this whole rebirth situation." the Amazonian surgeon commented as she glanced at Yeong, continuing their stroll through the cobblestone streets of a city that resembled a feudal Greek era. "It's quite surprising that you've landed in the most unfavorable universes conceivable."

Yeong offered a nonchalant shrug, eyes scanning the surroundings. "It wasn't ideal, I'll give you that, but it wasn't entirely dire either. Being a Primarch has its perks, especially when faced with the bleak and unforgiving realms of Warhammer 40,000 or 30k in my case."

"But… was it traumatizing?" Bora questions with a raised brow, a hint of concern in her voice. "I didn't really get into the Warhammer stuff In our previous life, but I know that it was supposed to be this grimdark place. Like full of horror and war and all that mess."

"Hmm… if I were still an ordinary guy, definitely…" The Primarch acknowledged, unfazed by the curious glances directed his way. The warrior women around him couldn't help but pause their activities to observe him, their expressions revealing curiosity and fascination rather than suspicion. Yeong had grown accustomed to such attention; his remarkable appearance often drew people's gazes.

"But as Primarch? Well… we do feel some trepidation, but never fear, at least not in the way a regular human would. We are designed for war; our very physiology is imbued with the strength to endure and overcome the unimaginable. Frankly, after all I've experienced, I've gotten used to it quickly. It's comparable to playing an exceedingly intense and stressful version of Grimdark Dungeons & Dragons—except here, there are no dice to determine your fate, and the stakes are very, very real." He chuckled lightly, a hint of reminiscence in his voice. "A more fitting analogy might be the actual tabletop game itself."

"Huh… Fascinating..." Bora pondered, her eyes resting on the intrigued glances cast their way, which contained a trace of admiration particularly for her sibling. "I'm not quite sure how to process this, but it appears you've gained some...fans... in this place, brother."

"Well… I guess rumors spread fast huh…" Yeong replied with a smirk, waving at a few of the more enthusiastic onlookers. "This city is very strange, Bora. But it has a certain grandeur reminiscent of the ancient Greek epics. It's as if we've stepped into a scene from one of those classic tales. Like the movie Troy, you know? Or perhaps not quite like The 300 directed by Zack Snyder, but you get the picture..."

"Yes, it would seem so… Come, let us hasten to my infirmary before the sisters decide to gather and you are beset by questions and admiration and… and before they decide to… let's just say… take you into their care..." Bora remarked, her tone hinting at her concern.

"What on Earth, are you getting at, Sis?" The 11th Primarch smirk expanded into a full-fledged grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he quickly grasped the implication of his twin sister's words. "It just dawned on me that you haven't talked a lot about your people's culture since I got here."

"Hera, give me strength…" The Amazon surgeon muttered a prayer under her breath as she led Yeong through the bustling streets "In Amazonia, strength is admired and beauty is celebrated, and you, brother, possess both. I dare say you have the potential to be the stuff of legend here—or the cause of a catastrophic distraction, at least among the unmarried sisters." She shot him a sideways glance, the corner of her mouth curled upwards. "Which is most of them, there are not many men in the city and it doesn't help with the fact that you are probably the most eye-catching of them all. And speaking of eyes, that eye patch probably doesn't help either, it makes you look… appealing and battle-hardened, and the Amazon like their men rough around the edges."

"Okay?," Yeong said with a chuckle, his gaze lingering on a group of warrior women whispering among themselves as they passed by. "Duly noted,"

As the siblings hurried along, Yeong took a moment to scrutinize the vibrant Feudal cityscape, where Amazonians formed the majority of the residents. Each mature female in this realm exuded a captivating charm that starkly contrasted with the noblewomen of the imperium he was accustomed to encountering on many worlds, including his planet—whether with delight or, as in his experience, discontent. These female inhabitants boasted an allure that was both fierce and sensual, their figures a harmonious blend of voluptuousness and powerful musculature. Their legs showcased a range of lengths, and their complexions spanned from the delicate fairness of moonlight to the rich warmth of the sun's embrace, with hues of olive interwoven among them.

Certain Amazon warriors were distinguished by their notably voluptuous and well-defined rear, while others were characterized by their abundantly full, symmetrical, and invitingly soft bosom. A select few possessed a captivating blend of both attributes. Each Amazon radiated an irresistible charm that could be described as 'Diva-like,' and they all carried themselves with confident elegance and composure.

The warrior women of the city wore a diverse range of clothing, from full plate armor to flowing togas and tunics, and some of their attire was more… revealing, pushing the boundaries of modesty. The garments, barely containing their abundant assets, showed off ample cleavages, toned bellies, and the curve of their thighs. Despite the varying styles, their attire accentuated their athletic and curvaceous physiques.

The Amazonians' fashion choices, combined with their diverse beauty, evoked a sense of awe and wonder for the normal mortal men, reminiscent of mythical creatures from the fey realm. Their confident and poised demeanor, along with their striking appearance, suggested a powerful and alluring presence, if there was a word to describe these women it would be… battle-hardened sex appeal...

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And all of them… are looking at the tall mocha-skin eyes patch Primarch.

Yeong felt the weight of their stares, curiosity, and something more in their eyes. He was accustomed to the admiring glances of females from the numerous planets under the Imperium's rule or Moana IV, but this was different. It was as if he were being sized up by a pride of lionesses, contemplating his worth as a combatant and a partner. The way they studied his superhuman form, with its muscles and unique features, made him the object of their interest and longing.

Both flattered and unsettled, Yeong spoke to Bora, his tone reflecting his curiosity. "The sight of them is indeed quite attractive, Bora" he mused. "If I were still a typical man, I would likely be utterly beguiled by their beauty. Regardless, I can't help but wonder, is your society not only centered on warrior traditions but also sexually open? There's a palpable sense and aura of promiscuousness and sensuality intertwined with your martial spirit and strict discipline here, Sister."

Bora let out a mischievous chuckle. "Yes, my dear brother, I can assure you that Amazonian culture and society are indeed quite open-minded when it comes to matters of love and desire. We may be warriors-minded first but Aphrodite has instilled in us a deep appreciation for freedom and pleasure, and we wholeheartedly embrace our desires. In Amazonia, women are free to choose one or multiple partners and lovers, and their sexuality is celebrated. So, I suppose you could say that our culture is... quite liberal. There's no shame in seeking pleasure, and our sisters are more than willing to indulge. However, to partake in this, you would need to undergo one of the Sacred Rites of the Amazon to prove that you can handle their, let's say, 'passionate' nature in the bedroom."

"Wait a minute…" Yeong paused, his voice tinged with amusement as the Primarch processed the implication behind his sister's words. "I've got a pretty good hunch about where this conversation is headed, but I'd love it if you could clarify and expand on what you're trying to say there." 

Bora rolled her eyes and chuckled, her exasperation evident in her voice as she continued. "Yeong, you are aware by now that Amazonian women are considerably stronger than the average man. In my time as a doctor, I've seen my fair share of cases involving men with injuries sustained during intimate encounters with Amazon women. Broken pelvises, hips, and even genitals were not uncommon. And let's not forget about the egos that were left bruised and battered. The consequences of having intercourse with an Amazon can be quite severe, as it's not uncommon for us to accidentally cause injuries to our male partners during the act. It's almost a rite of passage for the men of the city to endure this, and I've heard tales of men who succumbed to the intensity of the act."

"Death by Snu-snu, Call it…" Yeong quipped with a smirk, shaking his head slightly at the thought. "You have ended up in a very strange place, sis…"

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5 minutes later.

"So, you're the head of this facility?" her brother asked, his eyes sweeping over the infirmary. The rows of sturdy columns supporting the ceiling gave the space a sense of grandeur, while the air was thick with the earthy scents of herbs and medicine. The cleanliness and order of the place stood in sharp contrast to the rugged, battle-worn exterior he had expected from a facility catering to Amazon warriors. "I'm proud of you, Bora. Even in this life, you've stayed true to your dream of becoming a doctor."

"Well," Bora began, her tone thoughtful as they walked deeper into the infirmary, passing a few healers who froze in awe at the sight of the towering figure of the Primarch. "I'll admit, it wasn't exactly what I envisioned, even when I was reborn as an Amazon warrior. But I managed to make it work, somehow."

Looking around, Yeong could tell that this place was indeed large, but it was not the sterile, cold chamber Yeong would have expected of his time in the other universe. It was warm, and welcoming, with large windows that allowed the soft sunlight to filter in, giving it a gentle, comforting glow. The walls were lined with wooden shelves filled with bottles of various sizes and colors, containing herbs and other medical supplies. There were some but not that many Amazon warriors who slept in beds crafted from robust wooden frameworks, each equipped with substantial cushions and immaculately clean blankets. It was a stark contrast to the austere conditions of your average Astartes apothecary.

"Are there many places like this throughout the city?" Yeong questioned with a raised brow as he observed the blend of ancient architecture while also taking in the scent of the herbs. "This place is very nice, although it could use more… advanced equipment to complement it. Nothing beats a good old-fashioned medicae bay for patching up warriors after a battle."

"Dear brother, was that a polite way of calling us primitive?" Bora teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she led the Primarch through the infirmary. "But yes, I must agree, there are many times when I miss the sophistication of modern medicine. However, we make do with what we have here. Extraordinary Herbs and natural remedies have served our sisters well for centuries. Amazon bodies, as you know, are resilient, and our healing methods, though seen as ancient to you, have not failed us yet."

The 11th Primarch's gaze drifted off into thought as he considered her words. A wistful smile ghosted across his features before he sighed. "I understand that it's highly improbable and likely to never come to pass, but I can't help but think that you would hit it off splendidly with Ludwig. You two would get along splendidly, I'm certain of it."

"Oh? Ludwig? Who's that, if I may be asked?" Bora's curiosity was piqued as they briefly halted their walk.

"Herbert Ludwig… well…" The mocha-skinned Primarch's gaze grew distant, his expression softening into a faintly melancholic smile. "He was a trusted son-in-arms, a remarkable individual, and, along with a Techmarine by the name of Dell Conagher, one of the most brilliant minds in my Legion. Ludwig served as the Chief Apothecary—a master of biology and medicine, endlessly curious and innovative, though not without his…eccentricities. Our German genius wielded a fascinating one-of-a-kind device—a gun from the dark age of technology that emitted a beam of energy capable of mending a wounded marine faster than anyone else I've known. He was always eager to experiment with new treatments and techniques. I imagine he would have been deeply intrigued by your methods—and the Amazon here would undoubtedly have captivated his scientific curiosity."

"Bora! There you are!" A second voice sang out, causing both twins to turn towards the advancing figure of an elegantly lovely blonde-haired woman. "And it appears you've brought Mr. Maxwell with you!" she exclaimed. "How are the both of you getting on today?"

"Ah! Althea, Yeong, and I are feeling quite well," the Amazon's lead surgeon replied, a subtle pink hue spreading across Bora's cheeks as she directed her gaze to the other medical practitioner. "Though I had assumed you would have already returned to the palace by now."

For a moment, Yeong took note of Althea's captivating allure, noticing her piercingly blue eyes that had an almost otherworldly depth to them. Her body, reminiscent of a highly skilled gymnast's, showcased both strength and agility wrapped in a sleek form, while her gracefulness mirrored that of a gazelle. She was adorned in a crimson tunic that clung to her curves, revealing the outline of her athletic physique without being overly ostentatious. On her right shoulder, there was a tattoo that drew the eye, depicting an intricately designed golden serpent entwined around a symbol of ancient Greek medicine. This marked her dual role as a trusted healer and counselor to the queen. Althea's sharp gaze met Yeong's, scrutinizing his every action, giving the impression she could peer into the very essence of his soul. After a brief moment, she shifted her focus back to his sister.

"I was indeed planning to, but I decided to linger for a short while," Althea responded with a dazzling smile that made Bora blush slightly more. "I wanted to bid you farewell and to see Mr. Maxwell one last time before I go back to the capital's headquarters."

"Understood, Lady Althea," Yeong nodded and suppressed a knowing smirk when he caught sight of his sister's reaction. "But I should mention, we're not only here for a casual visit. There's something of significant value I need to collect," he revealed, his arms crossed as he offered Althea a grin, "assuming it's still here, of course."

"Ah, I see," Althea's eyes sparkled with intrigue as she shared a knowing glance with the Primarch. "Your peculiar armor, perhaps?" She spoke with an air of understanding. "I've had it taken to the local blacksmith for temporary storage. You may retrieve it from Miss Korra there."

"Thank you, Lady Althea," Yeong responded with a nod, his expression filled with appreciation. "Once again, I am in your debt. First for preserving my life and now for this favor." He offered the blonde-haired Amazon a warm smile of gratitude.

"Nonsense, The genuine credit belongs to Bora," Althea insisted, casually brushing aside his appreciation. "I only played a small role in preserving your well-being. Bora is truly a remarkable healer and one of the most outstanding colleagues I've ever collaborated with in this city. If you must express your gratitude, direct it to her."

"Hmm, duly noted then, Lady Althea." The 11th Primarch nodded, turning back to his twin to find Bora's face had turned a rather remarkable shade of crimson. "Easy there, Bora," Yeong teased, a laugh lurking in his voice. "You look like you're about to burst into flames."

"BY HERA, I'M FINE!" Bora suddenly exclaimed, making everyone jump. She promptly grabbed Yeong by the arm and hauled him out of the infirmary, her voice echoing back as they went. "Come on, let's go. The blacksmith's forge isn't far. I will see you later then, Althea…"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" Yeong laughed, barely keeping up as Bora dragged him along like a sack of grain. He cast a glance back at Althea, grinning widely. "Farewell, Lady Althea! Take care of yourself."

"Indeed, I shall..." Althea said, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as the twins walked away. A smirk of amusement played on her lips as she considered the situation. "You're quite an intriguing individual, aren't you, Yeong Maxwell?" the chief physician mused aloud as if she hadn't just been eavesdropping on their personal exchange moments earlier. "Now then, what tidbits will I disclose about you to the Royal Council?" she pondered openly.

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"So…" Yeong began with a diplomatic tone, one eyebrow arched high and a faint, mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm sure it doesn't need to be said, and I mean no harm by asking—pure curiosity, really—but, as your brother, I can't help but wonder… What's the story behind the dynamic between you two?"

Bora's cheeks burned hotter than the sun itself, and she shot Yeong a glare that could melt marble. "There is no deal, Yeong! We are colleagues and friends, nothing more!" she protested a little too loudly, her grip tightening on his arm as they hurried away from the infirmary.

"Hey, I'm not judging," Yeong held up his hands in a placating gesture, his smirk growing wider. "It's just, you know, the vibes I'm getting. There is clearly some kind of tension between the two of you."

Bora rolled her eyes, her grip on his arm loosening slightly. "You have no idea what you're talking about," she grumbled, though there was a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

"Well, that's where you are wrong, sis." The large man chuckled, his deep voice reverberating off the ancient stones. "I can read people like a book, and the way she looks at you, it's like she's reading your soul and enjoying every page. Plus, I have also been in a few… relationships… myself in the past, so I know a thing or two about those kinds of glances."

"Oh, really now?" Bora countered, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she deftly shifted the conversation. "Quite the expert on relationships, are we? Enlighten me, dear brother. What's it like to woo someone in the 30th millennium?"

This time around, it was The Primarch who couldn't help but roll his eyes in response to his sister's tactic to steer the conversation elsewhere. "You're trying to change the subject, but alright, I'll humor you this time." He said with a chuckle, his tone light. "If you must know, sister, most of my… relationships are not that special or become that serious, just a fling or two or the usual one-night stand kind of deal… and that was before the emperor came to Moana IV…" 

"Okay? Anything else?" Bora halted her movement, observing the distant look in her brother's eyes. "Are you okay?"

"My apologies," Yeong replied with a soft headshake, redirecting his gaze to the current moment. "I was briefly lost in the annals of memory." An undertone of melancholy colored his voice as he reflected on his former love from another universe. "Once the Emperor arrived, my priorities shifted dramatically. As one of the 20 Primarchs, destined to wage war and guide in the Great Crusade, uniting humanity beneath a single banner—his banner—there was little space remaining for personal feelings. My newfound responsibilities as a leader and warrior overshadowed the capacity for any…romantic attachment."

"Oh… now I feel bad for bringing it up," Bora murmured, her eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and curiosity before a sly smile curled her lips as a thought entered her mind. "Maybe now that you're here, in this place, you can explore those feelings again, I mean look around you." She gestures around them as they walk through the bustling streets of Amazonia, the Amazonian women moving with grace and power that seemed to exude an unspoken allure. "You are a man in the land of strong, independent women who could handle and most likely match a guy like you in every way, physically and mentally."

The Primarch hummed thoughtfully as he watched the Amazonian warriors pass by, their eyes occasionally meeting his with varying degrees of curiosity and admiration. "Maybe we will see," he conceded with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Although I am…unsure about it. What I went through as a Primarch in that universe… I'm not sure if I could ever regain that kind of spark again…"

"Oh, is that so?" Bora replied, her tone playful as she shot him a knowing look. Her grin widened, taking on a mischievous edge. "Well, maybe your big sister could help you with that. And you know what? I might have a way to get things moving, if you catch my drift." She gave him a knowing wink, leaving Yeong looking perplexed. Then, she turned to face the road fully, her eyes sparkling as a hint of a plan began to form in her mind.

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5 minutes later…

"So, This is the place." Bora nodded at a large stone building with a plume of smoke rising from its chimney, the rhythmic clanging of metal on metal resonating through the open doors. "This is Korra's Forge and where you will find your armor."

Yeong took a moment to appreciate the unassuming stone edifice, its archaic allure holding a surprising charm. The structure transported him to his early days in an alternate universe, where he had been a pupil to a wise mentor, mastering the craft of forging various tools and weapons from the fiery depths of a metalworking forge. The scent of metal heated to extreme temperatures and the resonant clang of an anvil brought forth a torrent of nostalgia, evoking memories of a more uncomplicated era. Before the weighty responsibility of commanding the 11th Legion in combat had fully settled upon his shoulders, he had known the tranquility of that simpler time.

"Alright then…" The Primarch's voice was rich with anticipation as he nodded, his gaze returning to his sister. "Shall we enter, sister?"

"You know what? You go ahead, bro," the mocha-skinned Amazonian responded suavely, allowing a faint undercurrent of whimsy to slip into her voice before giving him a conspiratorial wink. This makes Yeong arch his sole functioning eyebrow quizzically. "I need to uh… check on a few things at the infirmary. You know? Make sure the place isn't falling apart without my watchful eye. But I'll catch up with you later, yeah?"

The Primarch fixed Bora with a calculating stare, his years of commanding a Space Marine Legion sharpening his ability to read people like open books. He could sense there was more behind her words than she was letting on. "Alright," Yeong said evenly. "Is there anything else you need to tell me before I go?"

Bora playfully slapped him on the arm and offered the Primarch a relaxed grin when she noticed his expression. "Just relax! Tell Miss Korra I sent you and let her know you're there to pick up your things." Then, with a playful smile, Bora snapped her fingers. "Oh! I just remembered, there are a couple of unusual but minor things you should be aware of before meeting Miss Korra. First, she has a peculiar quirk that you need to know about. It tends to be quite warm in her place, so she often dresses… rather lightly, if you catch my drift."

"Huh…" Yeong cocked his head to the side before his one eye widened, instantly understanding what his sister meant by that. "O… okay… I get what you mean by that, duly noted then… And the second thing?"

"The second thing you need to know is about her appearance, which might surprise you a bit—it certainly did for me." Bora let out a light chuckle, leaning in closer and lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's not anything overly shocking, but trust me, she might remind you of a character from one of our favorite childhood cartoons. You'll understand what I mean when you see her. But overall, she is a fine young woman."

"Hmm, alright?" The Primarch nodded, his curiosity piqued as he watched Bora retreat, her chuckle trailing behind her. The sound of her retreating footsteps blended with the cacophony of the city as Yeong turned back to face the forge, his thoughts racing. 

The large man stepped through the doorway and found that the interior was indeed sweltering, the heat from the fiery pits of molten metal washing over him like a wave. Sweat beaded on his brow, but he barely noticed it as he scanned the room for any sign of the forge owner. The space was organized chaos, with various weapons and pieces of armor scattered around the walls, some in the process of being crafted, others recently completed and gleaming under the flickering firelight. The heat didn't bother him thanks to his own superhuman physiology, which allowed him to endure conditions that would make a regular man faint.

"Miss Korra?" he called out into the din of hammering and roaring fires, his deep voice echoing through the chamber. "Are you here?"

"Over here!" A feminine voice cut through the din, drawing Yeong's attention to the back of the forge. There, a figure was bent over an anvil, hammer in hand. "Just a second, I'll be right with you!" The woman called back, her words punctuated by the rhythmic clanging of metal on metal.

Suddenly, The Primarch abruptly halted mid-stride, his mouth tightening and loosening as he took in the unexpectedly provocative scene before him. There, bent over the anvil, was a woman he presumed to be Korra. She was dressed—if one could call it that—in a manner that left very little to the imagination. Apart from her leather glove and thigh-high boots, she was essentially nude and wore only a small leather apron, which clung tightly to her bare, voluptuous body. The leather strap holding it in place dug into her flesh like the possessive grip of a Grots on a prized jewel. The flimsy garment did little to hide the alluring display of her curves and well-defined muscles, further accentuated by her bountiful bosom that bobbed and swayed with every powerful strike of her hammer. With her back to him, she unwittingly presented him with the sight of her well-rounded, uncovered derrière and the robust muscles of her back, both of which highlighted her striking, muscular hourglass figure.

Korra's skin bore a sun-kissed bronze hue, glistening with beads of sweat and faint traces of grime that, rather than detracting, only enhanced her allure. Her physique was a harmonious blend of power and femininity, each line and curve a testament to her strength. With every strike of the hammer, her muscular arms strained against the confines of her gloves, offering a glimpse of her formidable might. Her abdomen was a chiseled masterpiece, a six-pack that would give even the most disciplined of Space Marines a run for their money. The rhythmic dance of her back muscles with each swing of the hammer was hypnotic, a true warrior's symphony in motion.

"What in the fuck?" The Primarch's one remaining eye bulged slightly as he took in the sight of the blacksmith. "What is going on?"

However, that was not the main source of Yeong's astonishment; far from it. He had been warned by his sister that the Amazon blacksmith would be lightly dressed. The real surprise came from her unmistakable resemblance to a character he remembered from a long time ago in their original universe. As he scrutinized her, Yeong couldn't shake the feeling that she was eerily familiar. It quickly struck him that she bore a remarkable likeness to a character from a show he and his sister had watched in their youth. This woman appeared to be a more mature, more Amazonian, and sexier version of the animated character from their childhood. The brown-haired blacksmith had the same piercing cyan eyes, characteristic high ponytail, distinct sharp jawline, and vibrant, fiery spirit that seemed to emanate from her core—exactly like the character they remembered.

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"Korra…" Yeong muttered under his breath, the name echoing through his mind as he recalled the cartoon from his youth. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was this really what Bora had hinted at? Then the mocha-skin large man let out a chuckle. "The Legend of Korra… Heh, Sons of a bitch… I'll get it now..."

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AN: Please note that if you are reading the Scribble Hub version of this story, most of the art intended to be here is sourced from the fan-made game Something Unlimited by Gunsmoke Games.

In that game, there was a character named Pallas whose character design was just basically Korra's design from the show but was reimagined as this sexy Amazonian blacksmith. This scene at the forge was inspired by her scene in the games but I just keep the name Korra.