Fear Incarnate

Blood Spilled and Psyches Shattered

It was ruined, all of it. Catra's entire life was being butchered with sadistic glee, all of her ambitions were eviscerated with roaring chainswords. They were turned to scrap by laser weapons and put down by thunderous reports from boxy weapons. Catra sunk to her knees for the final time, she didn't care enough to theroize  what these perverse knights were. They had the same aura as the thing she trapped, but wrong, twisted. They declared their faith to some entity Catra didn't want to know the name of, they spoke in a language she couldn't understand. And didn't want to. She wretched her eyes away from the massacre, looking at Bright Moon. She guessed that somewhere behind it Adora was watching, somewhere there her old friend would be laughing. 

Adora was not laughing, she was not even close to happy as she and her friends watched the Horde be butchered by blurry pink shapes. All they could see were muddled reflections on the magical shield, and most of them had the consistency of blood. Adora briefly wondered whether Innoak was there. Before she remembered his untimely demise. She looked back on all the deaths this conflict had born. Hundreds of homeless civilians hunkered within Bright Moons walls, all dislodged by the Horde. Adora had guessed more would be coming because of Catra's storms. She sighed, the sword in her hands became heavier. And her head drooped. "Adora? Are you okay?" Glimmer asked, moving beside her friend. "I'm fine, we need to prepare for whatever's coming from outside." Bow moved to her side as well, his face was stern but still fear showed in his eyes. "Yeah, I don't think Innoak can come back from the dead." 

Innoak watched as mortal members of the Soul Haunters apothecaries took Entrapta away. The voices of the daemons were slowly returning. He ignored them, he had done so for years, he could do so again. Bunk stood next to him. "Brother get to the armory and get yourself cleaned up, I need you to join Asbir on the bridge." Innoak considered it for a moment before nodding. "What would you have me do?" he asked, not wanting the true answer but deciding to follow it nonetheless. Doubting his friends strategic mind at a time like this would be incredibly stupid. "The Imperial Navy ships will be pulling back from engagement with Traitor forces, though I am still confused why, explain." Innoak shook his head. "Now is not the time-" Bunk cut him off. "I have never doubted you brother, do not doubt me. If what you believe merits my fleet from exiting a well earned fight then I need to know now." Innoak sighed, he had seen what the daemon wanted, and by extension what the chaos force wanted as a whole. Power. And power lied deep within the core of Etheria, this he learned from the Princesses unique, pure, connection to the warp. "The traitors want to corrupt the Heart of Etheria. It's very core is formed of psychic energy, and if the traitors corrupt it...they gain a massive repository of psychic energy of massive sizes." Bunk nodded, gesturing Innoak to go on. "A psychic superweapon of sorts, it could turn this entire planet into a daemon world. We can't engage them head on, the Battlefleet would be wasted without doing much." Bunk began to walk towards a Thunderhawk, Innoak followed, not entirely reading his friends intention. "Apologies, I just received a vox communique. Enemy forces have landed on the surface." Innoak did not need to ask where they landed. Bunk sat down in the seat of a waiting Thunderhawk, leaving Innoak at the bottom. "Stay here, oversee the Bleeding Rapier as it covers the Battlefleet's backs. This entire situation confuses me brother, I need more time to understand properly. For that I need you alive, and There are little I trust more to stand in my stead other than you.