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The Ones Left Behind Catra Adora Fic	By : LotornoMiko Category: +S through Z > She-Ra Views: 9502 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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On Etheria, the days are twice as long as it's nights, and yet it is only when the sun has set that I truly feel time dragging on. It torments me, the nights seemingly endless, my heart hurting and yearning for Adora. Wanting that which is denied to me, that which I might never have again. My bed is lonely without her, and no amount of fair haired slaves can change that, no matter how many and how often I use them.
And yet I can't stop trying, searching among the slaves to fill the hole in my heart. Hoping that someone, someday, might be enough to make me forget even for a little while the memory of Adora. But the fear in their eyes, the screams of pain and disgust they let out, does nothing but bring me to the stark realization that it's not Adora I hurt and embrace.
It's been six months since she has left me, Six long months since she turned her back on the Horde. It feels even longer, Adora having spent much of this time ignoring me. She doesn't answer my calls, doesn't respond to my threats. She almost never appears before me, content to let She-ra and the other rebels fight Adora's battles for her. I've had to settle with satisfying myself with brief glimpses of Adora, watching her from afar.
But the looks don't appease my need for her. I want so much more than to see her retreating back, or to hear her voice raising a call to battle. I want to hold her, kiss her. Lick over every inch of her body. Just as I want to hurt her, make her scream out in penance for the cruel way she abandoned me. I both love and hate Adora, despise her for leaving me. And yet all would be forgiven, if she would just come back to me!
Instead I am the one left behind, the one left to sadness, the one stewing in hate and misery. I can't cry out my pain, instead unleashing my fury on any and all who remind me of Adora. They don't even have to look much like her, just hold some characteristic or trait that triggers a memory in me. The sweet torment of my memories always boils over, my claws coming out. Tearing into flesh in a way a whip alone would never do.
It's never enough. And it's all because it's not her. I can't ever escape my feelings, the past I shared with Adora. I'm going mad from the torture of it all, the agony of being abandoned, forgotten by her. I want her, need Adora to take me back, to rekindle the passion we once shared together. But has that flame been completely doused on her side? I don't know, but I've heard the rumors, the talk that she's taken a lover. A no good pirate by the name of Seahawk, a scoundrel that has betrayed the Horde. I don't know if the rumors are true, but I could gladly kill that man on just suspicion alone.
As bad as those suspicions are, the truth might be worst. The thought of having to face the reality that Adora might have really moved on, that she loves another might kill off the last shred of my sanity. I need her to be hurting, need Adora to be aching with need for me. I lie to myself, insisting she longs just as badly for me, and that it is her friends, the rebels, that keep Adora from returning. I try to convince myself that the Etherian nights must be just as much agony for Adora as they are for me, all the while trying to come up with a plan to get near to her once more.
Plans are made, and plans fail, my concentration shot. I can't seem to focus on much of anything, the pain and hurt rendering me all but useless but not blind to the fact my shoddy performances displease Hordak greatly. I am dangerously close to being demoted, or worse. It makes me shudder to think how much worse things could become for me, and yet I can't seem to pull it together long enough to do something about my situation.
The other members of the Horde wait for my fall with great anticipation. Some hunger for my position, while others want the chance to take a piece of me. It won't all be about sex and humiliation, some like Grizzlor might very well want to physically hurt me in retaliation for my own past attitudes towards him.
There's no way to protect myself from the other members of the Horde. Not if I continue to displease Hordak. He'll toss me aside without a second thought, and there will be no one to help me, no one to care to try. Adora's no longer a part of this, and I have no one else, no one close enough to call friend or lover.
I'm on my own, alone and wounded though the scars Adora has left are not visible. But they're real enough, hurting me, disabling me to the point I can't function as I normally would. I move around the lair, my head in a daze, my thoughts focused more on the past and my pain than what is going on in my present. I nearly jump in fright when Hordak angrily bellows out my name, the other force captains snickering meanly.
"Catra!"
"Yes, Master Hordak?" My voice is steady, betraying nothing of what I feel. But inside I flinch and tremble, waiting for a blow that could fall at any minute. Hordak will not care that I am a woman, will not let that fact stop him from lashing out against one who has displeased him as much as I have.
"You're not even listening, are you?" He demands, his red eyes narrowed and glowing with displeasure. I shouldn't hesitate, and yet I know either answer I could give, could easily earn me a session on the wrong end of a whip's lash.
Again that mean snickering from the other members of the Horde. "Most likely she's too busy thinking about Adora." This from Octavia, that green skinned bitch smirking at me. I can't even respond, too busy keeping a wary eye on Hordak.
"Isn't Adora all she ever thinks about these days?" wonders another, the monster Leech hissing. I could almost flush in embarrassment, but there is no denying the truth of what Leech says. I know it, he knows it, hell everyone in the lair must know it by now, what with the trail of broken blondes I've left behind me.
"She'd best serve master Hordak and the Horde if she did more than just daydream." sniffed a haughty Entrapta.
A growl erupts from my throat, my fingers itching to curl into claws and go for the long haired woman's throat. "I don't see you producing any better results when it comes to Adora and the Rebellion!"
"It's not my fault you can't succeed with the plans I come up with!" Entrapta immediately retorts, glaring at me.
I scowled, the urge to tear out her throat growing more urgent within me. "You're not going to put the blame solely on me. Not when you helped bungle the operation with the Rebellion's seer!"
"You..."
"Enough!" Hordak barks out, slamming his hands on the arm rests of his throne. "I am tired of the excuses, the failures, and the squabbling over who gets blame for what. I want results, and I want them now!"
Entrapta is visibly peeved to have been cut off, though she refrains from sniping at Hordak. "Yes, master Hordak." She says, and gestures for one of our female soldiers to step forward. The woman is carrying a sheaf of papers, expression blank of fright and interest as she moves towards Hordak's throne.
"As you are about to see..." continues Entrapta. "I've already come up with several plans for your consideration. All you need do is approve one of them and...."
"I already have a plan." Hordak interrupts to all of our surprise. The female trooper hesitates at the foot of the throne's stairs, unsure of what to do now.
"Y...you do?" A nervous inquiry from Mantenna, the fool standing precariously close to the trap door Hordak so favors using.
"Is it really that surprising?" Hordak demands, his finger already poised over the trap door's trigger. Mantenna looks panicked, as though he doesn't know how to answer the question without being dunked into the lair's sewer.
"It's just...."
"Just what?" Hordak narrows his eyes into a glare that for once isn't aimed at me.
"You're usually not so....you don't..." Mantenna is faltering, trying to find something to say that won't get him in trouble. "You don't often involve yourself this actively in the plans...."
The trigger is pressed, the trap door opening beneath Matenna's right foot. It's enough to set the three legged creature off balance, the red skinned male wind milling his arms in an attempt to keep from falling. It prove futile, Matenna tipping over anyway, a scream and then a loud splash following his fall.
"Anyone else want to imply I am a lazy master?" Hordak asks, calm as can be. A quick chorus of no and head shakes follow his question, and then his beady red eyed gaze is upon me once more. "Catra, are you aware that the Horde has been talking with the Argonian's new Queen?"
Somehow I manage to keep the surprise off my face. The Horde didn't have the best relationship with the Argonian's, maintaining an uneasy truce. A truce that would be at an end if Horde Prime ever discovered a way to get past the energy shield around the Argonian's planet. The Argonian's were well aware of this fact, and knew how much Horde Prime coveted their main resource, power cells. These power cells were the greatest source of energy this part of the galaxy had, and nothing stronger had yet to be discovered.
A single power cell had almost led to the destruction of all of Etheria, one of Hordak's less thought out schemes that had involved the use of a faulty one. It was one of the few times the Horde had to grudgingly admit their mistakes, and we actually owed She-ra for saving us and the planet. Not that the Horde would ever thank that meddlesome woman, nor had we learned from past errors if what Hordak was saying meant what I thought it did.
"The new Queen?" I said out loud. My brow furrowed as I tried to remember what I knew about Argonian and it's royal house.
"She is from a world that is Horde friendly." Hordak supplied. "The marriage between her and the Argonian's King was meant to bring a lasting peace between those two worlds. Unfortunately for them, the King recently died."
"And that is why the Argonian Queen would even consider opening talks with the Horde." I realized out loud.
"Exactly." Hordak smirked in satisfaction. "We have been working to cut a deal with her. To garner our own inexhaustible supply of Argonian power cells."
I couldn't keep the shock off my face, astounded by the news. Hordak looked at my expression, and let out a laugh, leaning back comfortably in his throne.
"There is some....obstacles of course." But he didn't seem very bothered by whatever those obstacles could be. "The Argonian populace at large is against such a transaction. Fortunately for us, the Argonian world is not a democracy but a monarchy that hinges on the Queen's decrees."
"Then they'll try to remove her from the throne, may even assassinate her." I said.
"We've already moved to provide her with protection." Hordak assured me. "But the bigger problem is the fact that someone let slip to the Rebellion what is happening. Already their leaders are in talk with the Argonian Queen, demanding a chance to present their point of view and sway her decision."
"That can't be allowed to happen!" protested Leech, the other Horde members voicing similar.
"It won't."
"How can you be sure?" Octavia was lucky she didn't get dumped into the sewer with Matenna.
"Because I intend to send my own representatives to the Argonian world." Hordak answered.
"You're going to have us debate a win?"
Splash went the waters, as another Hordesmen was dumped into the sewers.
"The Queen's all but made up her mind." Hordak stated calmly though his eyes danced with his annoyance. "It's almost a guarantee that she'll force the Argonians to side with us."
"And if she doesn't?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. We'd take what we wanted by force.
"Then we'll use the opportunity presented to us to take what we want." Hordak answered. "The Argonians have agreed to allow a small number of representatives from both the Rebellion and the Horde past the shield, onto their world. It should be child's play for the Horde to locate and turn off the shielding, which will allow more of our ships through." He grinned then. "In one fell swoop, the Argonian world will fall, and along with it the Rebellion!"
It didn't sound easy to me, but I didn't dare complain. "And just who will you be entrusting this mission to?" I ask.
"So good of you to ask." Hordak said, still grinning. "I intend for you to be one of the force captains to lead this mission."
"You can't be serious!"
"Why her!"
"Don't entrust such an important mission to this proven failure!"
"Of course...Entrapta will be accompanying you." Hordak continued over the complaints. Entrapta and I exchanged hostile looks, her magenta colored hair twitching in agitation.
"Master Hordak, I think I can better serve you on Etheria...."
"Think again." Hordak snapped. "We'll need your genius to be able to hack into whatever systems control the shielding. But more than that, I need you to keep an eye on Catra, make sure she doesn't run into any problems."
"So I'm expected to play babysitter in addition to my other duties?!" Entrapta demanded. "Master Hordak, in that case why even send Catra?"
"Because she has a special role to play." His eyes locked onto mine, waiting, watching for my reaction. "We know for a fact Adora will be one of the rebellion representatives going to the Argonian world."
It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me, leaving me to suck back the gasp I wanted to let out. The instant I heard Adora's name, the familiar pain flared up, as did a sudden excitement. For I knew, knew without a doubt, that it would all happen on the Argonian world. For good or for bad, I would see Adora, and this time, on this world, she'd have little chance to run from me.
Even as I had that thought, I knew it wasn't wise to send me on this mission. I really would be distracted, consumed with thoughts of getting Adora alone.
"Send someone else." It cost me to even suggest such a thing. But it was the right thing to do for the Horde.
"You're the only one suited for this." Hordak insisted. "If we're going to get Adora back...."
"Get her back?" I echoed like a dullard. "I thought you had given up on that, on her."
"I spent a lot of time and money on Adora." Hordak stated. "I spent years grooming her into the perfect force captain. I'm not about to see her potential wasted with the rebellion."
I stared at him, searching for the truths he would not, could not voice. Hordak had after all, once been a father to Adora, though kidnapper was the more accurate term. A part of me couldn't help but wonder if he didn't still retain a certain fondness for the woman, some kernel of love that he would deny an evil being capable of having.
"You are going to do everything in your power to bring Adora back to us." Hordak continued in a gruff, almost embarrassed tone.
"And what if I can't convince her to return?"
"You're to bring her here regardless of her wants." Hordak told me. "Shadow Weaver will take care of the rest."
"Brainwash you mean." I couldn't help correcting.
Hordak merely shrugged, unapologetic about the methods he would use to get what he wanted. "You're to leave in two days time. Shadow Weaver will brief you both on further details of this mission. Entrapta, choose your third wisely."
"Yes, Master Hordak." Entrapta bowed. And just like that we were all dismissed.
The force captains didn't clamor for Entrapta's attention. They knew how important this mission was, the glory that would be given upon our victory. But they were also aware of what could happen should we fail, and the Hordes triumph wasn't assured. It hadn't been a sure thing in six months time now, our losing streak starting when Adora had left us.
Some part of me wondered if that was the reason why Hordak was so desperate to get her back. That maybe he thought with Adora's return, our bad luck would end, and the Horde would finally gain the ultimate victory over the Rebellion. But I didn't for one second believe that even Adora could help us to defeat She-ra.
She-ra was our biggest problem. I wondered if she would come with the rebellion to the Argonian world. Or if she would stay to guard Etheria from further Horde threats. I suppose I didn't care much either way, so long as that damned woman stayed far away from me. There was too much at stake, and not just my fractured relationship with Adora. I knew without Hordak actually saying it, that this was my last chance. My last chance with Adora, and with the Horde. I wish i could say I cared more about the latter, but the sad truth was my thoughts were all for Adora, anticipation readying itself in my stomach.
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To Be Continued.....
Decided at the last minute instead of having some Argonian representatives come to Etheria, to have a few people go to Argonian. ^^''
Michelle
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