She's sitting in the commanding seat of an ancient ship that once belonged to the First Ones; the first settlers of Etheria. Now long-gone, they left behind scrap technology like this. Catra will bring it back to the Fright Zone, where Entrapta will turn it into not-scrap, and Hordak will be pleased.
He will be even more pleased about the sword she's holding, and what she knows about it. That it's the key to opening a portal out of Despondos, the dimension Etheria has been trapped in, away from the rest of the universe, for a thousand years. They will contact Horde Prime, Hordak will be happy, and Catra will be recognized.
Right now, though, things are already going pretty well. The gang members she picked up in the crimson waste have transformed the ship's control room into something they're calling a party, which mainly means they brought people and drinks.
Kyle the goat lady is rising her cup and yelling, "A toast to driving Huntara out of the waste!" Everybody else cheers. "A toast to finding all this new loot, huh?" Even more enthusiastic cheering ensues as some of the gang members begin taking the ship apart for spare parts. Catra allows it; the sword is the most important thing, anyway.
"And a toast to Boss Catra, best leader we've ever had!" Kyle says, pointing toward Catra. Again, everybody cheers. It's a nice feeling, Catra won't lie. This is the most in control of anything she's ever been and she's basking in it.
Next to her, Scorpia appears from behind the control seat. If you ask her later, Catra won't be able to tell what exactly compels her now, but she stands up and raises her fist. "Scorpia! A toast to Scorpia!" She proclaims to the cheering crowd.
She sees Scorpia blush and make an embarrassed gesture with her big claws. "What? I can't. You guys, I -- thank you, yes, gosh."
And Catra looks at her. Really looks at her. Somehow, she has to grin, and then laugh, and then she's jumping off her seat and taking Scorpia's claw, running. It won't last, but for just a moment, she feels light as a feather.
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He will be even more pleased about the sword she's holding, and what she knows about it. That it's the key to opening a portal out of Despondos, the dimension Etheria has been trapped in, away from the rest of the universe, for a thousand years. They will contact Horde Prime, Hordak will be happy, and Catra will be recognized.
Right now, though, things are already going pretty well. The gang members she picked up in the crimson waste have transformed the ship's control room into something they're calling a party, which mainly means they brought people and drinks.
Kyle the goat lady is rising her cup and yelling, "A toast to driving Huntara out of the waste!" Everybody else cheers. "A toast to finding all this new loot, huh?" Even more enthusiastic cheering ensues as some of the gang members begin taking the ship apart for spare parts. Catra allows it; the sword is the most important thing, anyway.
"And a toast to Boss Catra, best leader we've ever had!" Kyle says, pointing toward Catra. Again, everybody cheers. It's a nice feeling, Catra won't lie. This is the most in control of anything she's ever been and she's basking in it.
Next to her, Scorpia appears from behind the control seat. If you ask her later, Catra won't be able to tell what exactly compels her now, but she stands up and raises her fist. "Scorpia! A toast to Scorpia!" She proclaims to the cheering crowd.
She sees Scorpia blush and make an embarrassed gesture with her big claws. "What? I can't. You guys, I -- thank you, yes, gosh."
And Catra looks at her. Really looks at her. Somehow, she has to grin, and then laugh, and then she's jumping off her seat and taking Scorpia's claw, running. It won't last, but for just a moment, she feels light as a feather.