The Horde Soldier | Catradora

Circle Of Idiots

Catra is seriously the only person who could laugh after her girlfriend gets beat up.

She held Adora's fake identification at arm's distance. "Oh, you're from the Crimson Waste I see." As funny as it was, Adora could still feel the concern rolling off in ways. "You could get in serious trouble for lying on the form. Or worse, they'll take you."

Adora finally looked up from her bloody nose, and saw Catra's new uniform. The one for drafted soldiers. Her heart went to the very bottom of her toes as she asked, "Do you have your orders yet?"

Catra looked down. "I leave tomorrow at five in the morning. Sergeant Catrina Michalka ships out."

They... They were supposed to have more time... Catra wasn't supposed to leave for at least another two months. Adam and his unit were drafted only three months ago. Nothing new was supposed to go in for at least five months. How did-

Not only that, but Adora was supposed to be going with her. She tried enlisting and they said she's too short and skinny. Getting drafted didn't work because Adam was the oldest of the family. She can't sit here while innocent people were risking their lives everyday!

"I should be going," she admitted.

Catra laughed and shook her head, swinging her arm around her shoulders. "C'mon... It's my last night! We gotta get you cleaned up."

She rolled her eyes. "Why, where are we going?"

"The future."

Although the future wasn't as literal as it sounded, it was still pretty damn cool. The pair walked into the Fukuhara Expo while marveling at the huge globe that could be seen from miles away.

"Welcome to the most modern you're gonna get," a voice said overhead.

They turned to each other and laughed. Two boys were ogling them from a distance, and Catra and Adora laughed even harder. If only they knew. They passed by something called a synthetic, which they stared at for a while.

It's for soldiers, word on the street is. If something gets bad enough, they saw off a person's arm or leg and put this new contraption on. This certain display showed an arm while also kind of hiding how bad war really gets.

No one ever hears or talks about the gory details. How the prisoners are taken and tortured until they're left with enough damage to die on their own. Or how Beast Island and Etheria are currently making a bomb so big that it could detonate whole cities.

All while Adora can't get an enlistment...

"Oh my...!" Catra bounced up and down when new music started playing. She grabbed Adora's hand and dragged her to where people were starting to gather. "It's starting!"

Of course, she knew what it was. No one could shut up about it since Fukhara Industries talked about its existence. Catra would go on and on about how helpful this could be for the war if it were ready.

They stopped when they reached a stage. Just in time as a woman in a skimpy red, white, and blue uniform introduced, "Ladies and gentleman, Micah Fukuhara!"

The man with the mustache stepped onto the stage with great ease. He raised his arms as the applause continued and took the microphone from one of the women. The girls left the stage, the man going solo.

He took a handkerchief and wiped his nose when the applause died down. "Ladies and gentlemen! What if I told you that I could make your automobiles not touch the ground anymore?"

Catra peaked at this moment. She grasped Adora's shoulder in an excited manner, jumping up and down as more women took off the red cover on a car.