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Catra looked at a map, as Katze scrolled through an article on her tablet and Scorpia struggled to hold a pile of files. "The Third Battalion is closest. If they move on Erlandia, the Rebellion will have to answer," Catra told the other two.

"Uh, yeah, small problem?" Scorpia stuttered. "Um, the Third Battalion is refusing to fight because they don't have armor. They've put in...where is it...um, six requests for resupply. Didn't you see these?"

"I've been a little busy, you know, almost toppling Bright Moon and coming closer than anyone ever has to conquering the planet for the Horde? Not that anyone seems to care."

"I care," Katze and Scorpia said in unison. Catra looked up at them, a ghost of a smile on her face before looking away.

"Fine. Give them the armor."

"Ah. Okay, um...boy, I'd sure like to do that, uh...but the armory is out of armor."

"So have them make more," Katze suggested, not looking up.

"Okay, just gotta find that file." Scorpia dropped several files as she fumbled through them. She chuckled nervously, trying to pick them up while keeping the others aloft. "Sorry, they're just, they're so slidey, and slippery."

"How am I supposed to defeat the Rebellion when all I do is this stupid busy work? I bet Shadow Weaver didn't have to deal with any of this," Catra scoffed. She didn't notice Katze's knuckles turn white as she gripped the tablet harder.

"Uh, these are her files, so, she probably did? Just saying, that's—that's a guess on my part." Catra groaned as Scorpia dropped more files. Entrapta yelped as she fell out of a vent, immediately getting up and starting to scuttle around her hair, looking for something. Katze jumped a little in surprise.

"Hi." She continued to look around.

"You're not a prisoner anymore. You don't have to sneak around," Catra said snappishly.

"The ducts are faster, and I don't have time to waste. I need a six-sided hex driver right now."

"I'm the one who doesn't have time to waste. Aren't you some kind of genius?" Entrapta looked up in surprise. "Make do with what you have."

Entrapta groaned and shook her head. "Of course I could, but it's the principle of the thing. Always use the proper tool for the job. If you can't help me, it's fine, I saw one in Hordak's lab." Catra hissed and lunged at Entrapta, picking her up by the shirt.

"I know you're new to the Fright Zone, and possibly to being around people in general, but Hordak isn't somebody to mess with. Under no circumstances will you go anywhere near Hordak's sanctum." Katze exhaled sharply, and jumped, startled, as Catra dropped Entrapta.

"Ooh. He calls his lab a sanctum. Oh, that is so classy!" Entrapta said, clearly distracted.

"Focus! I need you to promise that you will stay away from Hordak. Promise!"

"Okay, okay! I promise."

"Catra!" Scorpia laughed. "Here it is! Oh, okay, so the armory can't make more armor because they are...out of irid—do-iridul-lum? Irideli—" Scorpia shook her head.

"Iridium," Katze said absentmindedly, her eyes trained on her screen.

"The point is, they're out of the shiny stuff they need to make armor."

"So where do we get more?" Catra snapped.

"Oh, uh, I don't have a file for that." Catra snatched a file away from her, reading it. "I'll handle it myself. But keep and eye on Entrapta, and make sure she doesn't go anywhere near Hordak."