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Unit avante en garde Position Burgundy
Marital Status super married Birthday/Zodiac Oct 28/Scorpio
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Bio future supreme commander of first the world, then the universe
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Unit colour: Claret Red #461614
Personal colour: Burgundy #940025 (technically light burgundy)
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Current Appearance Notes:

- As of day 182, she always wears a small vial this ring, only pink on a chain around her neck.
- Scars all bought off around Day 312

- She generally doesn't wear shoes. Unless otherwise notes, outfits have stirrup slacks (unless it's an outfit with a skirt, then she'll pair it with leggings). She's got the same black claws on her toes as her fingers. Despite some icons, her hair is long and she wears it loose.
[This post is for continuations, off-community threads, and texting!

If you try to call Kohime, you'll just get a message indicating that voicemail has not been activated for this user. Looks like she's never set up a mailbox. Texting works, though, even though she's terrible with it and slow to respond!]

[As of Day 334, the background of her phone has been changed to:]

( season 5, episode 2 )

[This memory takes places on a spaceship with cavernous arching hallways and architecture reminiscent of television mega-churches. Kohime stands in front of a green forcefield locking in Glimmer on the other side. It's apparent Glimmer can't see out, but she appears to know someone is there as she demands to know who's outside and that they answer.

Kohime turns to go without a word -- and nearly runs into one of Prime's clones, startling her.]

CLONE: "You should not be here."

CATRA: "I--I wasn't--"

CLONE: "Prime has decreed that none shall speak to the Queen, you have disobeyed."

CATRA: "What does it matter? Prime has more important things to worry about, it's not like--"

[The clone advances on her menacingly, getting up in her face, and Kohime is visibly afraid, nearly trembling.]

CLONE: "You unworthy wretch. It is not for you to decide what matters to Prime. You are a parasite, nothing more than the dirt beneath his--"

[He cuts off abruptly and contorts unnaturally, his bones cracking painfully. When he calms, his eyes roll until glowing pupils are visible.]

PRIME: "Little Sister. Why do you rebel against my command?"

CATRA: "...Lord Prime?"

[Prime/the clone presses a finger against her nose.]

PRIME: "Prime sees all, Little Sister. Do not disturb the queen. Now -- run along."

[He leaves the clone then, who pushes her aside and goes to remove Glimmer, marching her off somewhere. She glances back at Catra as they go, who makes eye contact.]
( season 4, episode 10 )

[This memory is odd -- it slips through time, it feels a little disjointed, like Kohime herself wasn't really having the greatest of success in anchoring herself to reality.

She's in a control room, numerous monitors and control panels lit as she flips through different surveillance scenes of the various Horde occupied territories every few seconds until she stops on a shot of the Whispering Woods. She says Scorpia's name with (let's be real here, slightly unhinged) intensity and zooms the shot in -- apparently she was seeing things, though, as there's nothing there.

At about that point a squadron returns. She goes to meet them and asks if they saw anyone -- then corrects herself, anything, and when Lonnie tells her 'no' she orders them back out even though they're returning from a double shift.

Then she's back at it again in front of the monitors, flipping through every few seconds -- it feels like it could've been a few minutes, maybe hours, maybe days? She certainly hasn't been sleeping, and you can add auditory hallucinations to her list of problems now as she hears Scorpia laugh and reacts, getting up to greet her -- only no one is there! She roughly scrubs her face, telling herself to get it together.

She watches one of the squadrons come in, and Lonnie is among them (so some time must have passed?) and she goes to drag her into the control room, confronting her and demanding to know if they were talking about her and laughing at her. Lonnie tells her everything will be fine if she just lets the troops rest, and she responds that "Everything isn't fine! Scorpia would be here if everything was fine!" and breathing harshly. She turns on Lonnie, who looks a little alarmed (which is probably fair, with how erratic she's behaving) and she laughs caustically, telling her to "Just leave, like everybody else."

When Lonnie bolts, she grabs a tracker pad and tries to call Double Trouble, who doesn't respond to her calls. Tearing up, she grips the pad hard enough it shatters and throws it to the ground before collapsing.

At some point, she's tearing the room apart in a rage, shattering monitors and throwing equipment.

At some point, she's due a check-in with Hordak. She reports to him with an eerily placid tone and smile as she reviews the current status of the Horde occupied lands and that "everything is under control", but after he signs off, she slips off her mask and collapses on the ground amid the wreckage she's made of the room and breaks down, sobbing.]
[Set up on the open-air 54th floor deck of Roppongi Hills Mori Tower is yet another nest:



The observation deck gives an impressive view of the city -- Mori Tower is the 6th tallest building in Tokyo standing at 238 metres/781 feet.

A corner has been draped with curtains and string lights, a couple futons spread on the ground underneath with pillows and blankets for a cozy little corner. Kohime brought her training staffs here, so there's a pair on the other end of the deck where there's open space to train, should anyone want to, with a few med kits set aside just in case of any accidents.

It looks like the conbini was more or less emptied out here as well -- piles of bottled drinks, snacks, instant noodles, basically anything that doesn't absolutely need to be refrigerated to stay okay to eat.

There's also some plants set up:

- An apple tree
- Venus fly trap
- a bonsai tree
- a large cactus
- blue forget-me-nots

It's an easy 25 minute ride on the Oedo Line from the hotel to get there.]
((Note: This memory is from Season 5 and can be viewed here.))

[There’s a whole group (Adora, Shadow Weaver, Glimmer, Bow, a cat-like creature, and a woman Kohime doesn’t recognize). They’re moving through some sort of underground stone chamber — Adora steps ahead of everyone else and right onto a glowing sigil on the floor. Shadow Weaver tries to warn her to wait, but it’s too late, and there’s a sudden violent rush of flame, engulfing Adora entirely.]

Catra: “Adora!”

[Catra leaps into the flames, dragging Adora out and landing on top of her, both unhurt.]

Adora: "I’m okay! I’m okay."

[Adora smiles down at her hesitantly, relieved, though that quickly fades when Adora gives her a smug, knowing look.]

Adora: "Did you just jump into fire for me?"

Catra: "What?! N-no! Shut up!"

[Catra shoves her hand right in Adora’s face, pushing herself up, and Adora breaks into a fit of giggles ending in a gigglesnort, telling her that she did. Catra slips off of her, though she stays kneeling by Adora’s side.]

[The sparkly Princess, Glimmer, steps forward and puts her hand into the wall of fire, and remains unscathed.]

Glimmer: "It’s… an illusion."

Shadow Weaver: "Some fire is illusory and some is real. Everyone be careful."

[Shadow Weaver gestures everyone else to go ahead, and they walk into the fire illusion, Adora guiding Catra and then going in last.]
[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???
[Note: This memory can be viewed in this clip. Clip is from Season 5.]

Adora: [Adora is pacing before a makeshift war table, a map with markers spread before her. Four other Princesses (Netossa, Perfuma, Frosta, and Glimmer) as well as Bow are gathered around it, with Catra and Entrapta off in the background. The only name Kohime actually knows other than Adora's is Entrapta's, though.] “Mermista, Spinnerella, and Scorpia are wreaking havoc across Etheria. If we wanna stop Horde Prime, we have to neutralize them, and figure out how to free them from their chips.”

Netossa: [She slams a book down, startling Adora, and is very intense.] “Leave this to me! I’ve been keeping track of every Princess’s weakness. AND I’ve discerned the best tactical strategy to overpower every one of them. Spinny’s weakness is obvious.”

Adora: “Uh-huh, uh-huh. REAL obvious. And, um, ahem, what is it exactly?”

Netossa: [She sighs.] “Everyone knows she twisted her ankle when she was a kid. If you keep her off-balance, her injury will act up on her. Next time we fight, I’ll target it, subdue her and un-chip her and save her and remind her of it every time she tells me it’s my turn to clean!” [This rant comes with illustrations, for some reason. Actually, all of her explanations do.]

Bow: [At this point, he breaks in, putting a hand on Netossa shoulder to interrupt.] “Riiiiight. But could we circle back to your not-at-all-weird-and-very-detailed theories on our weaknesses?”

Glimmer: “Yeah, not all of us will be as easy as a twisted ankle.”

Netossa: [She gives a slightly unhinged laugh.] “Ooooh, you don’t believe me. That’s–– that’s fine. I’ll just demonstrate. Entrapta’s weakness: tech.” [She picks up a piece of machinery and throws it across the room, Entrapta immediately dashing after it.]

“Mermista’s: fire. Frosta’s: also fire.”

[She strolls over to Adora next.] “Adora can’t act to save her life. Also, extreme hair envy with She-ra.” [As she moves on, Adora awkwardly rubs at her hair poof with a frown. Netossa then crosses to Glimmer.]

“Glimmer: Crippling self-doubt mixed with overwhelming hubris.”

Glimmer: “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. That’s, like, really personal compared to fire.” [She throws her hands up, offended.]

Perfuma: “Oh, oh, do me. Do me next.” [Perfuma is pretty much jumping up and down, excited.]

Netossa: “Perfuma? Fire. And an inability to unleash your full power due to your overwhelming fear of hurting the people you care about.”

Perfuma: “Some might say that’s actually a positive quality.” [She responds with a smile, which quickly turns to a frown at Netossa’s blunt ‘it’s not’ response.]

Netossa: “Bow’s weakness…” [She lifts his bow and cuts the string, crushing his soul with a devastated gasp.]

Bow: [He drops to the ground, clutching the bow.] “You’ve spent a long time thinking about this, huh?”

Netossa: [She calmly uses her magic to create a new string for him.] “Contingency plans are how you win, and I always win.”

[It’s about this point that Catra, hanging out in the background with a magical purple and blue alien cat thing, speaks up.]

Catra: “Okay, we get it. Princesses are easy to take down. You and your files don’t have anything on real threats, like me.”

[Netossa calmly pulls out a spray bottle and starts squirting Catra, who shrieks and panics, trying to get away –– until Netossa traps her in one of her nets.]
[First half of this memory can be viewed here.]

[This memory opens in some sort of shift drifting through the stars. That's right, they're suddenly in space for some reason! The ship is fairly minimalist, all smooth panels with just one seat in the centre -- apparently it's meant to be flown solo, and it's hard to see how the controls are supposed to work.

Catra comes into the bridge to see Adora sitting in the command chair with Glimmer to her right and Bow behind. And, unlike all of her previous memories, her hair is very short, like a pixie cut.]

Catra: What's going on? Oooooooh, are we messing with Adora?

[She comes over to vault herself over the arm of the chair and land sitting right in Adora's lap.]

Adora: Catra, do you have to sit right there?

Catra: What? I'm not doing anything.

[The group then calls to Adora to concentrate, and Catra starts waving her tail (also she's purring), smacking Adora in the nose. She brushes it aside before reaching out and concentrating, and a shimmer of light starts to form in front of her hand as her eyes glow. Then she's interrupted by Entrapta shouting -- she's with a guy who looks kind of like Hordak, only all in white.]

Entrapta: This way! Oh, hi Adora, don't mind us.

Adora: Entrapta, do you have to do that in here?

Entrapta: Yes! This is where the signal is strongest. We're less than a day out from Etheria. We'll be in range to send a message to the Rebellion soon.

[Glimmer says something about meeting her father for the first time in a long time, and Catra gets up off Adora's lap, crossing over to hop up on a panel and look out the window. Adora follows her.]

Adora: Ready to be home?

Catra: Not really. [Though when she sees Adora's disappointed look, she amends that.] . . .Okay, fine, maybe.

[The others join them, and they start to wonder what is happening on their planet right now.]
I've been here well over a year now so here's a pop quiz meme! Ask me anything about my characters (past, present, or future) or relationship status/CR status or how amzingly excited I am for She-Ra's final season releasing tomorrow.

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[Catra has scaled a massive humanoid statue, sitting with one knee drawn up and her arm propped on it, looking over a massive sea. She looks around, frowning, and then taps the badge on her chest to activate some sort of communication system.]

Catra: Hey, Scorpia, where are you? It's not like you to be late.



[She looks around again, then draws both knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, looking a little forlorn.]

Catra: . . .Listen. I'll kill you if you tell anyone this, but. I thought winning would be. . . different. Or least more, I don't know. Fun?

[There's a pause, and she gets no reply.]

Catra: Come on, you're not still mad about before, are ya? Stop being so sensitive and get over it and talk to me, Scorpia!

Scorpia?

Scorpia?!

[She jumps down off the sculpture, moving from ledge to ledge on all fours, and heads for one of the Horde skiffs to take her back to the Fright Zone.

A little time passes, blurred, in the memory, and it picks up by the time she's made her way back to the Fright Zone, rushing down the halls to Scorpia's private room. She bursts in the door, looking around. It's a little less impersonal than most of the Fright Zone tends to be, with red crystals, a family photo of little baby Scorpia and her moms, and a stuffed scorpion on what serves as the nightstand, and various pictures posted on the wall behind the bed. Two of them are photographs featuring Scorpia, Catra, and a purple-haired girl (Entrapta), and another is a poorly drawn doodle of Catra. Emily the robot also makes an appearance.]

Catra: Scorpia? . . .Scorpia?

[The second time she calls out, she hears her own voice echoing back at her. On the bed is a pile of folded clothes, and another badge is lying on top of it with a folded piece of paper. Catra picks the whole bundle up, unfolding the letter to read it –– what it says exactly is blurred, in the memory, but her reaction goes from confusion and worry to shock, and then a sort of numb sadness. She lets the whole bundle slide out of her hands and drop to the floor, just standing over it. She's not sure for how long.]
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[The surroundings are the usual industrial grunge of the Fright Zone, though it appears to be a lab, with piping and machine surrounding a massive blood-coloured stone, glowing faintly. Scorpia and Entrapta are bustling around, installing machinery and connecting it to the stone, and Kohime is apparently supervising, telling them to hurry it up.

She's interrupted by Shadow Weaver, who storms in, looming ominously over Kohime and telling her she won't be setting up anything:]

SW: Did you really think you could invade my inner sanctum without me noticing? I never thought you were so bold as to openly rebel, but it will be my pleasure to put you back in your place.

[She raises a hand, as if she's going to strike Kohime, but this time –– this time, Kohime doesn't flinch back. She just smiles and answers in a patronizing tone.]

Catra: Oh, Shadow Weaver. I can do whatever I want with this hunk of rock.

SW: Absurd! By whose authority?

Hordak: By mine.

[This is about when the resident evil overlord of the Horde cuts in, appearing via several viewing screens placed around the room. The three girls –– Scorpia, Entrapta, and Catra –– all bow to him, Shadow Weaver does not, shocked by this turn of events.]

Hordak: Catra and Entrapta have been working on a way to meld this strange First Ones tech with our machines, to weaponize it. I found out, and was intrigued. I gave Force Captain Catra and her team my blessing to ahead. So understand, Shadow Weaver, I am displeased with your interruption.

[Shadow Weaver tries to argue that a "Princess" (Entrapta) shouldn't be allowed to mess around with the rune stone (the "Black Garnet"), Hordak points out that everything Entrapta touches gets exponentially more destructive, and Kohime just looks smug as shit. Rather than accepting her lord's decision, however, Shadow Weaver shrieks in rage and releases a violent torrent of shadow magic, shattering the view screens and forcing Kohime to leap clear of her strike.

Kohime tries to warn the others not to allow Shadow Weaver to touch the rune stone but it's too late –– the sorceress presses her hands to its surface and draws in power, a small stone set in the forehead of her mask glowing with the same light of the stone. She lashes out and freezes Entrapta and Scorpia with her magic, immediately taking them out of the fight, but Kohime is able to leap clear when she tries to surround her with the shadow magic.]

SW: That's right, run away! It's the only thing you've ever been good at! You've always been a disappointment, you've learned nothing from me!

[The sorceress fires black crackling jagged magic strikes at Kohime, who dashes clear each time, using pipes and machine for cover or to get to higher ground when she needs to. The sorceress is careless in her attacks, slicing through cables and crushing machinery in her attempts to get at Kohime. Ultimately, she ends up scaling the machinery to get up into the ceiling, and Shadow Weaver loses track of her.]

Catra: Oh no, I've learned everything from you! How to predict when you'll strike! How to dodge, how to resist! You thought you were punishing me all these years? Wrong. You were training me for this day!

[With that, she drops from above to rake her claws over Shadow Weaver's mask, causing it to crack (but not split fully) and shattering the small gem set in it which allowed the sorceress to channel the rune stone's power. This causes the shadows she summoned to recede, releasing Scorpia and Entrapta from her hold. Kohime stands over her as she scrabbles pathetically at the piecces of the little gem, begging the power to come back to her, and instructs Scorpia to restrain the sorceress and take her into custody.

She then invites Entrapta to finish connecting her machinery.]
[This memory opens to a chaotic scene. There's a small village under attack, its buildings really just huts and hovels made from clay and wood from the surrounding area. The locals are humanoid deer, dressed in simple linens and flowers, and they run in a panic fleeing from the Horde army descending on them armed with tanks, armour, and rifles. It's not even remotely close to a fair fight, these people are unarmed and were in the middle of some sort of festival. Their village is in ruins now, crushed and on fire, and Adora marches out into the middle of it to stand in the way of one of the tanks, demanding they stop.

It does –– and then Kohime, of all people, comes out, calling to Adora and happy to see her. She scampers on all fours along the barrel of the tank to pounce on Adora, knocking her to the ground.]

Catra: They let me drive a tank, can you believe it?!

Adora: Catra, I don't––I don't understand, what are you doing here?

Catra: Uh, duh, we came to find you! "Cover for me Catra, no one will even know I'm gone!" [She quotes in a mocking voice, making a face, before returning to her normal tone.] Seriously, did you just immediately get captured right after you snuck out, or. . . what are you wearing?

[She draws attention to the flower that Adora has in her hair, which Adora hastily knocks off, crushing it in the process. ]

Adora: Look, there's no time, we have to put a stop to this!

Catra: What? Why?

Adora: Because this is a civilian town! Look around, these aren't insurgents, they're innocent people!

Catra: Yeah, sure, innocent people who kidnapped a Horde officer. Now come on, let's get you back to the Fright Zone. Shadow Weaver is freaking out. [Kohime takes Adora by the hand to lead her toward the tank, breaking into a laugh at this point -- only to drop into a flatter tone right after.] It'd be funny if she weren't such a terrible person.

[At this point Adora pulls away from Kohime, refusing to leave until the Horde stops attacking Thaymor.]

Catra: What are you saying?

Adora: I'm saying this is wrong! They've been lying to us, manipulating us, Hordak, Shadow Weaver, all of them!

Catra: ...Duh! Did you just figure that out?! Manipulation is Shadow Weaver's whole thing! She's been messing with our heads since we were kids.

Adora: How could you possibly be okay with that?

Catra: Because, it doesn't matter what they do. The two of us look out for each other, and soon we'll be the ones calling the shots. Now come on, can we go home already?

[At this point Kohime is imploring, smiling encouragingly at Adora, and fully expecting she'll come along with her. An explosion and screams interrupt them, and Adora's expression hardens into anger and determination.]

Adora: I'm not going home, Catra. I can't. Not after everything I've seen. Come with me! You don't have to go back there, we can fix this!

Catra: Are you kidding? You've known these people for what, a couple of hours? And now you're gonna throw everything away for them?

[But Adora still refuses. She says she has to do something, that she's sorry, and she turns her back on Kohime. And Kohime's expression just shifts. On its face, it looks so simple: Adora has seen the evil of the Horde and makes the righteous choice to leave them, and Kohime does not. But there's layers to this, there's resentment and codependency and a girl who built her survival strategy on a promise made by two little girls that they'd always have each other and nothing else mattered if they had that, and Adora is just. Fucking. Leaving her, because of some perfect strangers.

So! She pulls out a nice little taser baton and jams it right in Adora's back, knocking her to the ground. Adora is coming back whether she wants to or not! Though Kohime immediately apologizes, explaining she didn't think it would be so strong, only to give Adora another shock when she moves to get up, calling it a "reflex". She tells Adora she's doing this because Adora left her, and if she doesn't bring Adora back, Shadow Weaver will have her head for it.

That's about when Bow and Glimmer intervene, Glimmer firing her sparkle magic at Kohime to chase her off while Bow shoots a trick arrow that traps her in a net. Hissing and spitting, she goes down, only to break free moments later when Glimmer teleports Adora away, leaving Kohime to fight with Bow.

The end of the memory is just as chaotic as it started. Just when it looks like the Horde has the upper hand, a new princess emerges -- 8 feet tall and hella built, glowing faintly with residual magic in a new white skirted jumper and red cape complete with a tiara, and she just trashes the Horde with only a sword and ridiculous super strength. When she's defeated all the soldiers, tanks, and spider bots, someone calls a retreat and the new princess collapses, transforming back into Adora of all people. All while Kohime watches, stunned, and when Adora calls out to her faintly she takes one step back, then two, then flees into the smoke and dust with the rest of the Horde.]
[This one opens in Hordak's creepy inner sanctem with all its concrete and pipes and machinery, most of which Kohime can't identify. She makes her way in, a little anxious, not sure why she's been summoned here -- but her mood in general is different, too. She's stressed and she's afraid, and her boss sure is part of it.]

Catra: You. . . wanted to speak with me? Lord Hordak?

[Hordak addresses her without facing her, working on some sort of tube with a tool that resembles a screwdriver.]

Hordak: Yes, Force Captain. I wish to –– "touch base", as you put it; see how my orders are being carried out.

Catra: Everything is running smoothly.

[It's a lie, and she doesn't sell it convincingly. Hordak drops the piping he's working on and turns partly to face her, now.]

Hordak: Does this mean Shadow Weaver has been transferred to Beast Island, per my orders?

Catra: ...Yes! I sent her yesterday, just like you ordered. Believe me, we're never going to see her again.

[That's the lie, and it's immediately revealed by a recording of Kohime's own voice, admitting to someone that she "lost" Shadow Weaver and had to find her before Hordak found out -- it echoes in the room, coming from Hordak's creepy little imp spy that swoops down over their heads and lands on Hordak's shoulder with a disturbing little giggle. Apparently, she'd told someone that she'd lost track of Shadow Weaver, and Hordak had sent the imp to spy on her which was overheard. Kohime in the memory is shocked at this turn, and then terrified.]

Hordak: You lied to me.

Catra: ––Wait!

[Hordak takes a couple steps forward to reach and pull a lever, one that Kohime recognizes in this memory, she already knows what's about to happen. It activates some machinery in the room that alters the atmosphere, having no noticeable affect on Hordak (then again, he's a pretty alien-looking creature, something between a bat, vampire, and parially robotic) but there's an immediate impact on Kohime. She starts taking panicked, gasping breaths, not properly able to breathe with the device active.

It's at this point that Hordak approaches, unaffected as she struggles to breathe and collapses to her knees.]

Hordak: I know your lax security allowed Shadow Weaver to escape. I know you've been covering it up, lying about her whereabouts. But worst of all, I gave you the chance to come clean, to prove your worth to me –– to the Horde. This was a test, and you failed.

[The last thing she remembers is staring up at Hordak, tears in her eyes, pained and scared but somehow also angry and frustrated because it was always, always this way. Not good enough, worthless, thrown out like trash, first Shadow Weaver, then Adora, now Hordak.

The memory ends when her vision fades.]
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[This one's another Fright Zone memory. Kohime approaches some kids her age who are going through training exercises against some spider-looking robots. Or, trying to, anyway, as a gangly blond boy is completely failing at it. There's a strong-looking girl with her hair in cornrows who is griping about where "Catra" is, and when she notices Kohime she starts to chew her out (as that's exactly who "Catra" happens to be). Kohime taps on a shiny new badge pinned to her chest with a claw, grinning smugly, and calls the girl "Sweet, dumb Lonnie" who responds with disbelief that they made Catra, of all people, a Force Captain.

Kohime of course launches straight into gloating about her new promotion, until an ominous sorceress literally materializes out of the shadows, catching her off guard. She refers to this woman as Shadow Weaver and gives a quick nervous salute (combined with a nervous kitty prrrrt), meekly following when Shadow Weaver just gestures her to.

They go to the locker room area, empty except for them, and Kohime asks Shadow Weaver what she'd like, briefly getting excited as she wonders if it's an assignment for her first mission as Force Captain. Shadow Weaver interrupts her, however.]

Shadow Weaver: You will explain how you lost Force Captain Adora.

Catra: Uuuugggh! [She scrubs her hands down her face, and smacks a locker behind her with a fist.] I've told you everything I know about Adora!

Shadow Weaver: I know you're lying, you have to be lying. What happened to Adora? What did you do? [Shadow Weaver, at this point, looms, confrontational and menacing.]

Catra: ––What did I do?! She left us! She left me! You ever think Adora's not as loyal as you thought?!

[At this point, Shadow Weaver looms even larger, a gem on her mask glowing as she gathers power, the shadows gathering around her as she closes in on Kohime and backs her right up against the lockers, raising her arms. It's obvious she doesn't mean to do something nice! And Kohime herself is visibly afraid of the sorceress.

Shadow Weaver: I will learn the truth, Catra, even if I have to drag it from you––

[Whatever she was going to say she doesn't finish, as the glowing red stone in the forehead of her mask flares and she cries out in pain, the shadows receding as she clutches at her face and hunches over. Kohime looks. . . concerned? Despite what just occurred? And approaches the sorceress as if to check on her, but Shadow Weaver just strikes her, telling her to get out of the way as she leaves the locker room. Kohime, at least, doesn't seem injured, just staring after Shadow Weaver as she goes.]
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