[This memory starts in
Hordak's Sanctum, where he comes storming up to Catra who stands before a number of screens. The displays are probably things like troop movements and numbers, a map of Etheria indicating Horde bases and unclaimed territories, and the support logistics connected to that. She's busy managing it all with a single-minded, almost obsessive focus. She also doesn't look so hot, like she's stressed and hasn't slept in a week, moving with a sort of frenetic energy –– not that Hordak notices.]
Hordak: The Rebellion is dismantling our Northern Perimeter. Why are our outposts unprepared for an attack?
[Catra doesn't even turn to look at him, or pause in her work.]
Catra: Because they're skeleton crews. I called back the main defenses.
Hordak: What? Why?
[Catra laughs, running a hand down her face, and finally turns to face her "boss".]
Catra: Okay. The princesses have no idea what's coming. Let them waste their time on some useless outposts. We are saving our resources for the big mission. The final part of our plan, remember? It's almost time.
[Hordak crosses over to a nearby workbench, contemplating the parts spread out there.]
Hordak: We're. . . not ready. I need more time to complete the weapon.
Catra: We've put
everything into this plan. We don't have more time!
Hordak: This technology is based on Entrapta's research, but I've reached a dead end. I need her notes, her recordings. They must hold the key to making this work.
Catra: Entrapta is a traitor.
[Hordak clenches his fist, shattering the metal piece he'd been holding, and whirls on Catra, raising his voice.]
Hordak: You think I don't know that?! This is what she left behind. And this is what I will use to defeat every last princess on Etheria. Horde Prime will be here soon. And when he arrives he will see what I am capable of. I will return to his side, victorious, worthy. But first, I need those recordings.
[Catra just nods to him, and leaves, exiting to the main hall of the Fright Zone. She's looking for Scorpia, and it doesn't take her long to find her, apparently having a conversation with the empty hallway.]
Catra: Who are you talking to?
[She startles Scorpia, who whirls, nearly losing hold of a steaming cup of something she has precariously balanced in her pincers.]
Scorpia: Catra! Oh! Hot! Okay, boy, wow, ahaha, you can really sneak up on a gal, ahem.
. . .Oh, uh. Are you okay? You don't look so good. Have you been getting enough sleep? Here, I made you some––
Catra: I didn't ask for your opinion! I have a job for you. I need you to find Entrapta's recordings. You know, that thingy she was always babbling into.
Scorpia: You want Entrapta's recordings? Does this mean––
Catra: It
means that Hordak needs them.
[She presses a hand to her head, tired and frazzled and probably dealing with a nasty sleep deprivation headache. It's almost like she's talking to herself, next.]
Catra: I'm so close. If I can pull this off, everything,
everything will have been worth it. Find me those recordings so I can finish this.
Scorpia: Yes! Yes, I'll find them, I promise. Did you want any of the tea. . .? You know what, it's not a––
[Catra snatches the tea and downs it, then throws the cup to the ground.]
Catra: What are you still doing here?!
[She storms off, leaving Scorpia behind.]
Notes:- Wow she didn't feel so good. Like, on any level, physical or mental.
- Looking back on her behaviour with Scorpia is already cringe-worthy. . .
- Who the fuck is "Horde Prime"?
- What happened with Entrapta???