She-Ra: Codename Resurrection

CHAPTER IV: Junkyard Blues

As they prepared the ship for landing, Entrapta was a blur, hopping around the deck to run scans. "Contact, day one," she read into her recorder. "The spaceport is extremely sophisticated. Darla shows that the docking floor can open into six different sizes and has over two hundred different locking mechanisms. This suggests Isora is interconnected with other systems, despite its relative isolation."

Scorpia pointed beyond the spaceport down the long metallic cord connected to its back end. "Is that what we're looking for?" Beyond, attached to the other end of the cord, was a large piece of debris or perhaps a small asteroid, no larger than Bright Moon Castle. It glinted in the light of the yellow sun in the distance.

Entrapta stared in awe for a moment and clicked her recorder again. "Scorpia's discovered the Outpost, which appears to be built into a free-floating piece of space debris. It's connected to the spaceport through some sort of long-form mechanical cord. Perhaps an energy distribution system." She dashed around the deck, smacking a small device into everyone's ear. A small wire extended from each device to its owner's mouth. "I'm equipping the crew with transponders modified as universal translators, but the nature of Darla's crystal data means that the devices have to be within a mile of the ship to operate."

Catra hissed as Entrapta slapped the device into her ear. "Would you just hand them to us?"

Entrapta looked up from her recorder. "Huh?"

"If they only work within a mile of Darla, we'll probably be using her as our main transportation, right?" Adora asked, fiddling with the device in her ear.

Glimmer took out the transponder and looked it over. It was the same one they used to invade Horde Prime's ship. "That would be the plan anyway, right? Easy getaway vehicle."

"I - I hope we're not going to get into the kind of trouble that needs a getaway -" Adora stopped herself at Glimmer's flat stare. "Yeah, you're right."

"Darla, run auto-landing!" Entrapta cried, pointing triumphantly at the dashboard. The ship beeped and approached the spaceport, slowly lowering itself into the sizable boxlike construct.

"Shouldn't we be in restraints?" Bow asked, leaning cautiously onto the commander's chair.

"No, she's gentle. Look at how clever she is," Entrapta replied, running a loving hand along the dashboard. The ship touched the dock light as a kiss. "Also! I should mention, these are still communication devices. The button on the outside toggles transmission. Hurry! Come on! Everyone get your suits on!" She leapt over to the suit closet, practically vibrating with excitement.

Bow followed, gesturing to the others. "Promise me that you won't scream the first time we meet a native, okay, Entrapta?"

"No!"

The structure's walls cast a shadow over them as they slipped on their space suits, and with orange lights flashing, the spaceport closed around the ship. Glimmer frowned, the idea that this was a trap beginning to nag at her. "You know what?" she said, turning to Catra as she fit her helmet on. "Why don't you take Melog and hang out behind us, invisible? Just in case anything happens."

Catra smirked. "I can do that."

"You sure that wouldn't be starting off on the wrong foot?" Adora asked. "Sort of looks like we're spying."

"I mean, we are. What are they gonna do about it?" Catra put her fingers in her mouth and let out a harsh whistle. Almost immediately, Melog appeared beside her, panther-sized. She jumped.

"As soon as we know they're not going to kill us right away, Catra can show up again." Glimmer reached into the suit closet and removed Melog's, a stretchy glove-like suit with a particularly large helmet.