The Tides Of War

Shot in the Dark

Static hums over the communication line as Bow and Glimmer attempt to contact the Princess Alliance; Adora paces while Silver and Catra sit nearby and Wrong Hordak looks on; Entrapta stares at Darla's interface. Silver putting a hand to Catra's as she watched Adora.

Adora paused and looked to Bow and Glimmer, "Anything yet?"

"Adora, I'm trying, but no one's answering. They're...gone." Bow responded.

Darla's interface beeps and Entrapta speaks, "Uh-oh. I think I found the blockade Perfuma was talking about." everyone looks to the Interface where Horde ships surround Etheria.

Bow's voice cracked, "That's a lot of Horde ships."

"How are we going to get through that? If I could use magic, I'd teleport us past it. I've never felt such a lack of magical energy in my life." She frustratedly trills, "Why does space hate me so much?!"

Adora looks to Silver, "Magic or no magic, we're going home."

Catra cynically speaks, "So, your plan is to, what, ram through an armada of ships?"

Adora indignantly starts, "No!" slight pause, "...Maybe! We have to try."

She stands up to confront Adora, "You heard Perfuma! They're waiting for us. They're going to catch us. And if they do..." She paused as her hands shake; tone becomes less confrontational, "...Take it from someone who's defeated you guys, like, a lot. Charging in without a plan won't work." She walks to the front panel.

"Okay, well," she scoffs, "you didn't defeat us." She catches up to her and shoulders her with a pout. Silver sighs and comes up to them. At least they're somewhat playfully bickering, that's nice.

Bow sighs, "Adora, Catra's right." A slight pause as everyone looks shocked. Silver smirks and kisses Catra on the cheek. Glimmer furrowing her eyebrows in shock at the geasture. "...That felt weird to say. We barely made it out last time we tangled with Prime. We need to figure out another way to help our friends. Catra, you were with him. Does he have any kind of, I don't know, weakness?" He continued.

Catra scoffed, "What, you think he'd tell me?"

Wrong Hordak suddenly standing over Catra's shoulder; happily, "You are correct, brother." everyone screams and turns in shock, "We do not discuss Horde Prime's weakness."

Adora while recovering, a slight chuckle, "Uh, wh-huh, so that means, Horde Prime does have a weakness."

Wrong Hordak's head tilts to the side hesitantly, nervously, "No. Horde Prime is all-powerful." His eye twitches as he looks at them all standing unimpressed.

"You just said--"

Wrong Hordak started nervously, sweating, "We do not discuss Horde Prime's weakness. We do not discuss Krytis."

"What's Krytis?"
Silver smiled and Glimmer turned to her, "a weakness. "
"No it is not. " Wrong Hordak panics.

Catra has a look of realization and Wrong Hordak's dialogue gets muddled with a deep bass whoosh as she grimaces as she touches the back of her neck. Silver notices and holds her hand.

Wrong Hordak's tone grew increasingly nervous, "Krytis does not exist, and if it did, we would not discuss it."

Catra gasps and has flashbacks to memories shared with her when she was chipped.

Catra furrowed her brows, "It's a place. A planet."

Wrong Hordak whimpers nervously as they all stare at him; Entrapta types, keys clacking at the interface.

Entrapta mumbled to herself, "Krytis, Krytis, Krytis... " the interface dings and flashes red, "Hmm. There's something here, but it's locked. We need administrator clearance to access it."