Netossa

Dear readers, gentle friends. 😊

We are nearing the conclusion of my story.

But don't worry! There will be a few more months of posts for you to enjoy before it's over!

This episode was a special challenge to write.

I've been imagining it for such a long time!

I hope you will like it.

The story in review:

In Season Six, even as the heroes of Etheria found their ways back home and began new adventures, a new unrest was already stirring. Some old enemies finally made peace, and courageous rescues were undertaken. As worldwide devastation loomed, a call was made for unity, and the nature of a catastrophic threat was finally unveiled.

Embarking on a mission to save their world, the princesses returned to their kingdoms, where through obstacle and deadly peril, their courage and faith in one another saw them through terrible odds to win in the end . . . but at a cost.

In Season Seven, the princesses begin to cope with the loss of their magic, inspiring them to seek solutions in the Whispering Woods and in many other places. Connections are made with old friends and foes, and incredible answers are found. Despite forebodings and some emotional events, a plan is undertaken to restore the magic, but in an awful turn of events, things go terribly wrong, and only a heart-breaking sacrifice can set things right.

It's so hard to know who to dedicate my chapters to because I have so many wonderful, supportive friends here!

But this one is for my friend Edie ( @Hello I'd like to buy your BRIGHTEST fairy lights ), a wonderful writer in her own right! 😁

Now, it's time to learn what Adora has to do if she is to save her friend's life, and to find out what the others are doing to help.

Here we go!

EPISODE 76: The True Heart

Swaddled in the night and overseen by the glow of a thousand stars, the spire tower stretches high into the sky from the Valley of the Heart.

Remnant of war, transformed by love and magic, it stands as a symbol of struggle and the power of hope, reflecting a pale glow from the starlight and the moons overhead.

But there is a brighter glow and a greater hope at work.

From a distance it appears as a ball of light flitting from branch to branch as it swiftly ascends the tree-covered tower.

Up close, it is the warrior princess She-Ra, glowing in her strength and scaling the spire in powerful leaps and swings.

Unbreakable determination flashes in her sapphire eyes, as she reaches for each branch and jumps to another in a zig-zag vertical climb.

Without pausing to rest, her legendary athletics quickly bring her to the very peak of the tower, where she lands on a small platform that creates the point of the structure.

Planting her feet firmly, she stops to catch her breath and then reaches over her shoulder to draw her sword from behind her back. Gripping it solidly and with a steely resolve, she raises the sword before her and braces herself as the air around it seems to ignite.

A brilliant aura bursts forth, surrounding She-Ra and the sword in a white-hot light. Then, with a mighty battle-cry, She-Ra raises her sword overhead, thrusting the point upward in an explosive beam of pure energy that cracks the sky!

Still far away, Swift Wind wings rapidly through the air toward the Valley of the Heart, with Catra astride his back. Their expressions bear the same intensity of will for their mission.

Suddenly, Swift Wind rears back with a startled whinny as a wave of light sweeps over them, whitewashing the entire landscape below and ahead, and casting their surprised faces in a ghostly pallor.

With a little shriek of surprise, Catra tenses her thighs and fiercely grasps at Swift Wind’s mane as she strives to maintain her balance.

After a moment, the light diminishes slightly, but continues to burn as a pillar of luminescence in the distance.

Swift Wind rights himself, hovering momentarily, his eyes widened in anxiety, while Catra glances downward at the crystal hanging at her hip.

It is brilliantly glowing.

Catra smiles, looking back up toward the pillar of light.

Catra: [murmuring to herself] That’s my girl.

Swift Wind: It’s Adora! She needs me! She needs me now!

And with that, Swift Wind launches himself forward, beating his wings at a furious tempo.

Catra grabs his neck hard, pulling his attention away.

Catra: [firmly] Swift Wind! Wait!

Swift Wind pulls up short, tossing his head against Catra’s grip.

Swift Wind: But it’s Adora! She needs my help!

Catra: No! Listen!

She gestures toward the light.

Catra: This is something more! It’s like the beacon. [with conviction] Adora is calling the princesses! She’s gonna need everyone’s help.

Swift Wind lifts his head, as if he is listening to a far-off call. His horn begins to glow with a soft golden light. Suddenly, he relaxes in Catra’s grip, and she loosens her grasp.

Swift Wind: [wonderingly] Yeah. You’re right.

Catra smiles at him.

Catra: Come on. We have to tell them.

Swift Wind nods, a new light of purpose in his eyes.

Spreading his wings, he wheels around and takes off in the direction of Bright Moon.

In the Council Chamber of Bright Moon, an evening meeting is in session.

The participants surround its great central table, neglecting the ornate, high-backed chairs in their restless tension.

Bow stands near the queen’s chair, focusing on the glowing tracker pad in his hands, while to one side, General Juliet stands respectfully at the ready, helm in place, hands behind her back.

On Bow’s other side, Netossa stands with her arms folded, while Spinnerella hovers slightly behind her with a hand on Netossa’s shoulder, looking toward the tracker pad with interest.

On the tracker pad, Frosta’s face fills the screen with a slightly bewildered frown.

Frosta: [hesitantly] So, . . . you’re saying that Entrapta did betray us, or she didn’t?

Bow shakes his head.

Bow: [with conviction] No. Absolutely not. Entrapta didn’t betray anyone.

Frosta: But you just said that she activated the Heart. Didn’t you?

Bow hesitates.

Bow: [frowning] Well, I’m not sure exactly what happened. She said she was going to, but it was something she was fighting against. It sounded like the Heart of Etheria was controlling her.

Spinnerella and Netossa exchange concerned looks.

Bow: [with more assurance] In any case, it seems like she must have found a way to stop it. Because, . . . now the Moon Stone is dark.

Frosta: [from the pad, sadly] So is the Fractal Flake.

Netossa lifts her hand and regards it coolly.

Netossa: Our magic is gone again, too.

Spinnerella smiles sympathetically at her wife, patting her shoulder consolingly.

The tracker pad screen shifts to Mermista.

Mermista: [wryly] Yeah. After coming back for, like, two seconds. What was that all about?

Bow looks up at General Juliet and then toward Netossa and Spinnerella.

Bow: [seriously] I think that was the Heart of Etheria. Trying to use you.

Netossa’s eyes widen in worry, and she raises her hand to touch Spinnerella’s as it grips her shoulder more forcefully. They share a troubled glance and then turn their attention to Bow. He sets the tracker pad down and leans over it with both hands on the table.

Bow: [emphatically] Entrapta’s whole goal was to bring back the magic for the princesses. But it went wrong. So, she had to do something desperate. And now . . . [frowning deeply] I’m worried about her.

Suddenly, Scorpia’s encouraging face appears on the monitor.

Scorpia: What about Glimmer? And Adora?

Bow shakes his head. He sits down, resting his head on his hand.

Bow: I’m worried about them, too. They teleported while the magic was still working. I’m hoping they were able to reach Entrapta, but . . .

Spinnerella steps near enough to lay an encouraging hand on Bow’s shoulder.

Bow: [with helpless concern] I just don’t know.

He looks up briefly to acknowledge Spinnerella’s support, then back down at the tracker pad.

Bow: Catra and Swift Wind went after them. That was a while ago. Since then, I’ve tried calling Entrapta, but . . . nothing. She couldn’t answer me.

After a moment’s silence, he continues.

Bow: That’s why I’ve called you all. Frosta, Mermista, Scorpia. I haven’t been able to reach Perfuma yet. But . . .

On the tracker pad, Scorpia’s face appears.

Scorpia: Oh! I should have said! Perfuma’s with me!

The image jiggles as Scorpia reaches outside the frame, drawing Perfuma into the picture beside her. Perfuma smiles outward at Bow.

Perfuma: We’re together.

Perfuma and Scorpia look at each other and grin.

Scorpia: Yeah, we are.

Perfuma looks out toward Bow again.

Perfuma: What do you need us to do, Bow?

But, before Bow can answer, a voice from behind causes him to stand up and turn around, along with everyone else in the room, toward the entrance to the chamber.

Swift Wind: [confidently] Someone did say, “Swift Wind,” right?

Time to celebrate the queen of nets, Spinnerella's wife and general bada**

I’m new here but i do want to share this. Perfuma is underrated! I never hear anyone talk about her, its always Entrapta, Adora and Catra (no hate to the all she-ra characters are amazing), also same with Netossa and Spinnerella! I know they are kind of side-characters, but they are some of my favourites!! Does anyone else agree with me??

(btw i have watched all season & swift wind adventures)

Happy weekend, everyone! 😊

Thanks for being here for the ongoing story.

So far in Ep 72: Waking to Trouble:

Lance and George greet Bow in the morning in Part One.

Catra helps Adora to talk through her worries in Part Two.

Entrapta's experiment is a morning adventure for her friends in Part Three!

A dramatic awakening with Bright Moon guards in Part Four.

Double Trouble begins making things interesting in Part Five!

So, this week, even though this may be confusing for them, I would like to dedicate this chapter to some new friends on the wiki: Blue ( @Blueforu ) and Deez ( @.dEeZ~nurTzs ).

Welcome, and I know dropping into the middle of the fanfic is strange, but I know you like the characters in this chapter! 😁

There are a few unfamiliar names in this chapter for familiar characters, including Wink (Wrong Hordak's new name), Lucinda (Entrapta's robotic vehicle that she retrieved from Beast Island), and Matilda (Entrapta's name for the First Ones system A.I.).

And if you want to find out what the heck is going on, including why the princesses lost their magic and how Entrapta discovered the reason, I would invite you to follow links to the rest of this story (as well as many other great stories from members of the community!) in the Fan Fiction Archive.

(That link is also always available under "Community" on the menu above.)

Now that everyone is awake, the troubles must be over, right?

Dream on! 😆

Entrapta stares wide-eyed at a tiny bluish pastry held between two spindly strands from either side of her hair. She hums intensely to herself, her eyes nearly crossing with concentration, as she gingerly places the circular morsel to rest atop another pinkish one of similar shape. She slowly lets go and sighs with contentment.

Entrapta: Ahhh!

A sudden wider view reveals a stack of tiny foods balanced on the plate before her and rising to a height of several feet in the air! Entrapta clasps her hands together in joy. Wink leans in, first staring in surprise, then beaming.

Entrapta: [delightedly] Hahaha!

She reaches down with her hair to scoop up a few more pastries from a couple of trays that have been placed on the table near her. Popping one of them into her mouth, then one into Wink’s, she proceeds to add the others to her food-tower while humming to herself.

In the family dining room of Bright Moon Castle, a small gathering graces the long rectangular table. Queen Glimmer sits at the head with Adora and Catra sitting close together on her right side, Entrapta and Wink with their spread of tiny foods (occupying the space of four place settings) on her left side.

Entrapta’s companions stare at her progress silently while chewing their own foods with slow deliberation.

Adora and Catra share a glance, and Catra frowns, giving Adora a prompting nod.

Adora focuses on Entrapta again.

Adora: [pointedly] Entrapta?

Entrapta: [curiously, through her food] Mmm?

Adora takes a deep breath.

Adora: [with slight hesitation] I’m . . . I’m concerned about your plan . . . to bring back the princesses’ magic . . . What, exactly, are you going to do?

Entrapta looks up mid-stacking, her eyes wide with mild surprise. She swallows a last bit of pastry.

Entrapta: Oh. Didn’t I tell you?

Her three friends shake their heads, their expressions blank.

Entrapta: [matter-of-factly] I’m going to restart the First One’s system. I thought you knew.

Adora frowns, with a nervous light in her eyes.

Catra glances furtively at Adora, her eyes narrowing.

Glimmer’s mouth drops open in concern.

Glimmer: But . . .

Adora: [quickly] But that could be dangerous, right? Isn’t that what caused all the trouble before?

Glimmer: [supportive] Right!

Entrapta greets their worried looks with a winning smile.

As she speaks, Netossa and Spinnerella walk through the doorway of the room, arm in arm, with pleasant expressions, looking fresh for the day. They pause a few steps into the room.

Entrapta: [confidently] Oh, there’s nothing to worry about. The unstable conditions before were the result of damage to the active system of the Heart of Etheria. The power imbalances that resulted then created a feedback loop. But now that the energy has been released, and the system has rested, it can be reset and the energy-flow restored!

Adora: But . . . why do it?!?

A sudden voice chimes in from near the entrance to the dining room

Netossa: [firmly, but curiously] Why not?

All eyes turn toward Netossa and Spinnerella as they approach the table and take their seats near Entrapta’s and Wink’s lay-out of tiny food stacks.

Netossa: [deliberately] If there is even a chance . . .

She halts as a waiter inclines toward her and her wife, proferring miniature pastries from a tray. Netossa immediately holds up her hand and presses lightly against the edge of the tray.

Netossa: [to the waiter] Uh, no . . . thanks . . . we’ve already eaten.

Spinnerella’s eyes light up with a joyful smile as she reaches over Netossa’s arm to take one of the diminutive breakfast hors d’oeuvres from the dish. She daintily takes a bite.

Spinnerella: [grinning] Mmmm!

The waiter smiles at her reaction and nudges the tray a little closer to Netossa.

Netossa looks at her wife’s obvious delight, and Spinnerella winks at her.

Netossa sighs and picks up a pastry, holding it away from her and gesturing with it in her hand as she turns back to address Adora and the others.

Netossa: [continuing] So what I’m saying is, if there is a chance that we can get our magic back . . . I think we should take it. Why not?

Adora leans forward toward Netossa, her hand held out in an appealing gesture.

Adora: [reasonably] I’m just saying that maybe there’s another way.

Entrapta chimes in helpfully.

Entrapta: [with cheerful assurance] Oh, but there isn’t! All the data supports the conclusion that the princesses’ access to Etherian magic is directly dependent on the integrity and proper functioning of the First One’s system.

Adora glances at Catra, who frowns at her with concern.

Adora stands up with her hands on the table, addressing Entrapta directly.

Adora: [her tone more intense, mildly pleading] But, it’s possible, isn’t it, that the magic could be accessed directly. That the princesses have some other connection to Etherian magic that doesn’t require restarting the system?

Entrapta pauses and cocks her head to one side, considering. A stray tendril separates from the bulk of her hair and massages her chin in contemplation.

Entrapta: [frowning] Weeell . . . it’s an interesting hypothesis.

She leans toward Adora curiously, pulling a small paper tablet and a pen from her overalls.

Entrapta: [eagerly] Do you have any data to share?!

Adora frowns, looking a little self-conscious.

Adora: Well, I . . . uh . . .

She glances at Catra, whose eyes widen, frowning. Catra nods meaningfully.

Adora: [turning back to Entrapta] Actually . . . no . . . I don’t, really.

Catra’s mouth opens slightly, with an almost betrayed expression.

Catra: [barely stifling herself] Bu . . . !

Entrapta: [disappointed] Oh. That’s too bad.

She withdraws the tablet and pen, tucking them back into her overalls. She hesitates, her gaze shifting upward as she cocks her head again.

Entrapta: [tentatively] I suppose I could design an experiment . . .

For a moment, there is the spark of curiosity in her eyes. Wink perks up, too!

Adora smiles and begins to relax a little.

And suddenly, Entrapta comes out of her reverie.

Entrapta: [brightly] . . . but it really isn’t necessary! I already know how to restore the magic by a scientifically sound procedure!

Adora’s frown returns.

A hand touches Adora’s hand, and she looks over to see Glimmer, standing beside her, hands on the table, with her fingers touching Adora’s as she gives her a supportive look.

Glimmer turns to Entrapta.

Glimmer: [pressing a little] Entrapta. Are you absolutely sure that this plan is safe? Are you sure that it will work?

Entrapta jumps to her feet with enthusiasm.

Entrapta: Yes!!

She slaps her hands on the table before her, causing her tiny pastry tower to collapse in a chaotic heap.

As she speaks, her eyes are alight in the throes of scientific awe!

Entrapta: [with passion] More than a thousand years ago when the First Ones began to build their global system for mining the magic of Etheria, they released viral particles that became permanently bonded with every living creature throughout the entire planet!!

Adora listens and watches her with a certain measure of horror. The fear in her eyes is only just visible.

Entrapta: [gesturing grandly, her hair fizzing and waving with excitement] It was the surest way of giving them absolute control of the magic!

In her enthusiasm, Entrapta jumps onto the table and begins pacing slowly between the platters of food, making her way to the end of the table before turning back toward the princesses. In this moment, she looks suddenly massive as she spreads her arms and hair tentacles widely!

Entrapta: [lowering her voice slightly, with an edge of wonder] Magic is part of the biological essence of Etheria. So the only way for the First Ones to tap into the magic of the planet was through biological channels! Their tech became bonded to the princesses on a genetic level, so that it would be passed down to every generation that followed, thus allowing the princesses to access the magic and channel it for the Heart of Etheria! Hee-hee-hee!!

As she giggles, Entrapta walks back toward her friends. Suddenly she drops down to the table, sitting cross-legged, her face in her hands, and her hair settles down in gentle flowing waves.

Now, sitting right before the princesses, she speaks calmly.

Entrapta: Now that Matilda and I have worked together on the system, I understand how it functions! Getting it running again will be easy. And if we keep it going on an idling power level, there shouldn’t be aaaany more problems with it! Ever again!

Glimmer nods to her.

Glimmer: And if you do that, then . . . all of the princesses’ magical abilities will return?

Entrapta: Yep! It will be just like before!

Glimmer: Well, then . . .

She takes a glance at Spinnerella and Netossa, who look at each other, then back at Glimmer, smiling and nodding.

Glimmer looks to Adora, whose brow is furrowed but smiles convincingly at Glimmer. And Catra, whose expression is a look of intensity directed at Adora.

Glimmer looks at Entrapta again, and Wink leans in, giving a smile and a wink her way.

Glimmer: Okay. That’s good enough for me.

Entrapta leaps to her feet.

Entrapta: Great!!

She hops off the table and starts scampering to the door, followed by Wink, who takes her lead by vaulting the table.

Entrapta: I’ll go get my stuff, and then Lucinda will take us back to the Valley of the Heart!

Adora turns and runs after her.

Adora: Entrapta! Wait!

Entrapta turns, her excitement tinged with curiosity.

Entrapta: What?

Catra appears by Adora’s side, her arms folded.

Adora: I just thought . . . maybe I should go with you. For back-up. Like before.

Entrapta grins at her, her eyes momentarily closing as she pats Adora affectionately on the head with a thick strand of hair.

Entrapta: That’s awfully sweet! But, we don’t need you!

Adora looks a little crestfallen.

Entrapta: Like I said before, the mission is easy! If I need any help, I’ve got Wink! And if I need a lot of help, we’ve got Hordak and his brothers.

Entrapta frowns and purses her lips.

Entrapta: [quieter, with slight regret] Also, I’ve got more equipment this time. Aaaand Bow told me Lucinda’s cockpit was too crowded for more than two people when we used it before.

Adora: [puzzled] But, Darla? There’s plenty of space.

Entrapta’s brow wrinkles in concern.

Entrapta: [regretfully] Darla had a rough time on our last trip. She’s resting in Dryl. That’s why Lucinda brought us.

Adora: Oh.

Entrapta brightens up a little, looking Adora in the eyes.

Entrapta: Hey! You could gather more data for your theory about the magic while I’m pursuing my theory! Then we could swap information when Wink and I get back!

Adora smiles at Entrapta’s excitement.

Adora: Sure.

Entrapta: [with a little squeal] It’s a date! Well, bye, Adora!

She turns and runs out of the room with Wink in tow, hair in hand.

Adora turns back toward Catra with a slightly guilty expression.

A waiter’s platter momentarily slides between them, and they both wave it away dismissively.

The waiter shrugs and heads back toward the door to the kitchen.

He pauses briefly just before leaving, glancing back from the corner of his eye to watch Adora and Catra return to the table.

Then he turns, and with his back to the other occupants of the room, his eyes suddenly blink in an unusual sideways motion. And for the briefest fraction of a second, they are no longer human -- but reptilian yellow with a slit for a pupil.

The waiter smiles and exits the room.

Hey, there!

Welcome now to the conclusion to this episode, which finds Entrapta about to share her findings from investigations aboard the mysterious Tree Moon orbiting Etheria! 😃

Time for a recap, as well!

Previously in Episode 71:

Part One: In an extraordinary effort, Darla breaks free from Horde Prime's old flagship to return Wink and Entrapta to Etheria.

Part Two: Scorpia helps Perfuma to see her true magic, as former Horde soldiers and Plumerians sow seeds of food and friendship.

Part Three: Micah shares the rediscovered magic of Mystacor with Glimmer.

Part Four: Catra, Glimmer, and Swift Wind catch up with Adora and General Juliet in Bright Moon, and Entrapta makes an Entrapta-like entrance!

I'm dedicating this chapter to Constellation ( @JellyfishConstellation ) because a) Constellation is awesome, and b) Entrapta is about to science!

Hope you enjoy! 😁

In the Council Chamber of Bright Moon, Catra, Glimmer, and General Juliet are looking at each other in nervous silence. Finally Catra speaks.

Catra: [helpfully] So, should I go get Adora?

Glimmer: [snapping] No! We need to just --

A loud voice from the doorway causes them all to start!

Entrapta: [over-cheerfully] Hi, there, everyone!!

Glimmer whips around.

Glimmer: Entrapta?!

Entrapta steps into the room, heading straight for Glimmer, with Adora close behind her.

Adora: [matter-of-factly] It was Entrapta.

Entrapta stands close to Glimmer and lifts up her tracker pad, which is hanging from a strap around her shoulder and neck. She holds the pad in her hand and studies it. At the same time, one of her ponytails reaches into a pocket of her overalls and withdraws a wand-like piece of tech, which she proceeds to interface to the edge of the pad by some hanging wires and a cord. The lash-up looks like it was hastily constructed.

Entrapta: I’ve been working on the problem of the princess magic, Glimmer, and I’m ready to confirm my latest hypothesis. I need to take some noninvasive bio-readings on you.

Glimmer nods without hesitation.

Glimmer: Okay. What do you need me to do?

As Entrapta completes the connections to the tracker pad with tendrils on her left ponytail, she uses her right ponytail to pull a chair back, away from the central table of the Council Chamber.

Entrapta: [without looking up] Sit here and extend your arm outward.

Glimmer does so. Catra and General Juliet move closer to observe.

Glimmer: Now what?

Entrapta leans over her eagerly, one ponytail settling on top of Glimmers head to hold it firmly, the other grasping Glimmer’s fingers to hold her arm stretched out.

Entrapta: [with energetic anticipation] Now hold perfectly still!

Glimmer looks uncertain, but resolute.

Holding the tracker pad in one gloved hand, Entrapta uses the other to slowly pass the wand over Glimmer’s arm from shoulder to fingertips. It emits a strange buzzing noise, which ends with a small electronic chirp.

After doing this, Entrapta immediately steps back, releasing Glimmer so suddenly that she wobbles.

Glimmer touches her arm with her other hand and rubs it, as if checking to see if it was damaged. She looks relieved. Then she turns to Entrapta, who is staring head-down at the screen of her tracker pad.

Catra, Adora, and General Juliet observe over Entrapta’s shoulders. After a moment, Catra looks away, apparently bored. Adora glances at Glimmer, shrugs, and shakes her head.

All of a sudden, Entrapta erupts with laughter.

Entrapta: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! This is incredible!

Glimmer: [intrigued] What?! Did you figure something out?

Entrapta: Ohhhh, yes!!

Entrapta raises up on her ponytails and perches on them like a high stool.

Entrapta: Just look at THIS!!!

Entrapta leans over toward Glimmer, both arms extended, with the tracker pad held between them, screen outward.

Glimmer squints at what looks like a complicated line-drawing of white on black. It resembles the shape of an arm, but with a branching set of zig-zag lines traced over it, like cracks in a window.

Glimmer: [Tentatively] Is that my arm? What are those lines?

Entrapta’s face appears over the top of the pad, beaming with enthusiasm.

Entrapta: It’s First Ones Tech!

Glimmer recoils from the image and grasps her arm.

Glimmer: [in shocked disgust] That’s inside me?! First One’s Tech?!

Entrapta leans back on her pedestal of hair, holding the tracker pad in a way that everyone can see.

Entrapta: Yep! Conductive filaments and processors embedded deep within your entire body!

Glimmer: [fearfully] But why?! How did it get there?

Entrapta: [with excited delight] It’s always been there! You were born with it inside you! ALL the princesses were! [a pause, frowning to herself] At least, I think they were.

Suddenly, Entrapta shrinks down as her hair-stool relaxes, and she lands with her shoes on the ground. She begins to pace. The others all stare at her with varying degrees of worry and upset visible on their faces.

Entrapta: [to herself] What I really need is more princesses to examine.

Catra: What about you? You’re a --

Right at this moment, two new figures appear at the doorway to the chamber, hand in hand. Netossa and Spinnerella!

Netossa: Helloooo!

All heads turn their direction.

Netossa: [smiling] We’re back.

Spinerella: [frowning slightly] And . . . there’s a . . . thing . . . outside.

Netossa nods, letting go of her wife’s hand to gesture with both.

Netossa: [with emphasis] Yeah. A big thing!

She drops her hands to her hips.

Netossa: [raising her eyebrow] And right now, it’s playing with Swift Wind! What’s that all about?!?!

Entrapta giggles happily.

Entrapta: [overjoyed] Hahahahaha! This is great! Come over here! We’re doing science!

Netossa and Spinnerella glance at each other and shrug. They walk toward the group. As they stop, Entrapta practically leaps forward, her tracker pad and wand in hand.

Entrapta: [eagerly] Hold still!

As Entrapta quickly passes the wand over their arms, Netossa and Spinnerella watch with curiosity.

Netossa: What is all this?

As the wand passes over the back of Spinnerella’s hand, zig-zag lines momentarily glow from beneath her skin. Seeing this, Spinnerella’s eyes widen.

Spinnerella: [in a tiny gasp] Ah!

Entrapta doesn’t seem to notice, as she stares at the display of her tracker pad. The glow on Spinnerella’s hand fades quickly, and she turns it over, staring at it.

Entrapta: YES!!! This confirms my theory perfectly!

Glimmer stands up beside her. She glances uncomfortably from her fellow princesses to Entrapta.

Glimmer: [nervously] Okay. Now that we know that there’s First One’s tech inside us . . . how do we get it out?

Entrapta looks at her curiously and shakes her head.

Entrapta: [earnestly] We don’t. We can’t. It’s part of you. It’s the reason that the princesses have any magic at all.

Glimmer: [in quiet horror] What??

Entrapta: [with glee] Hahaha! That was my breakthrough discovery!

Entrapta raises upward on the tips of her ponytails and spins for joy, her ponytails stretching, spiraling together in a braid as she raises her arms and looks to the sky.

Entrapta: My mistake was thinking that something had gone wrong with the princesses to cause them to lose their magic. I needed more information. And I found what I needed back on Horde Prime’s flagship!

Adora looks up at her with a stricken expression.

Adora: Horde Prime? You went back?!

Entrapta looks down at her and kicks her legs in the air with delight.

Entrapta: YES! That’s where Wink and I discovered the truth.

Suddenly, Entrapta tilts forward, so that she is hovering above the princesses in a completely horizontal position, gesturing down at them.

Entrapta: The princesses never had any magic of their own. It was the tech inside their bodies giving them access to the First Ones system! When we shut down the system, it shut down the princesses, too!

Netossa looks at Spinnerella, holding both of her wife’s hands in her own. She looks back up to Entrapta, almost with a pleading expression.

Netossa: Then . . . that means the magic really is gone, forever.

Entrapta spirals to the ground as her ponytails untwist. As she reaches the floor, she looks directly at Netossa, beaming.

Entrapta: Oh, no! That’s the beauty of it all! Now we know that we can bring it back whenever we want!

A strange momentary flash of purple flickers in Entrapta’s eyes.

Entrapta: We have complete control of it. Now.

Adora frowns.

Adora: [with forboding] What do you mean?

As if taken by a new idea, Entrapta suddenly spins around, facing the doorway.

Entrapta: I need some more equipment from Lucinda! I’ll be back!!

As she darts away, Adora reaches out for her.

Adora: Entrapta, wait! What do you mean?!

But Entrapta is gone.

Catra lays a gentle hand on Adora’s shoulder. Adora turns to her with a look of worry.

Out in the corridor, the guards lean well back as Entrapta vaults past them, skipping on her hair and chuckling happily.

She reaches the end of the hallway by the window and suddenly stops.

With a look of curious wonder, she slowly removes one of her gloves and rolls up her sleeve, exposing her arm. She picks up the wand of her tracker pad.

She hesitates.

Then, she passes the wand over the length of her arm, and it makes a buzzing hum.

Entrapta stares with wide eyes at the glowing signs that appear.

Spidery lines and nodes of First Ones tech stretch across every surface, pulsing beneath her skin. Far more so than with any of the other princesses.

She frowns in troubled fascination.

They saturate every part of her.

(End of Episode 71)

Hello, faithful readers! 😊

I apologize for the delay in posting more of my She-Ra Season Six.

It will probably be a couple more weeks.

But I still want to at least have some special bonus content for you!

This week, I present some (very messy) handwritten notes that capture some of my moments of inspiration.

They are messy because I was trying to write them quickly while I was in the midst of doing other things.

(My handwriting is usually better than this!)

Hopefully, they will amuse you.

And, just for reference, these date back to August and September of 2020!

That was about the same time that I joined the wiki, but it is actually almost a year before I actually started posting my story and getting involved with the wiki.

Also, I wrote these notes often long before I actually wrote the scenes in which they appeared.

They are mostly bits of dialogue that I heard in my head and wanted to capture so that when I got to actually writing I would remember what the scene should look like.

Here is the first:

There are from three different scenes:

A few details to notice:

• My description of Mermista's reaction (by throwing her trident!) to Sea Hawk waking her!

• I decided on Catra and Adora having a pillow fight long before I knew when it would happen or how it would play out. But I did have in mind the reaction from Glimmer (which I accidentally labeled as Adora speaking!)

• Bow's confused comforting of Glimmer.

• The dialogue between Entrapta and Wrong Hordak when I realized that if they were going to be an important duo in the story I couldn't continue to have Entrapta call him the joke name Wrong Hordak.

Here's another:

This one has:

• One of my favorite lines I wrote for Entrapta, to be used in the cliffhanger!

• The moment I decided that I would make Netossa and Spinnerella important in the story and the moment I figured out how they would act heroically together.

• Frosta, Scorpia, and Perfuma in the Fright Zone, with Scorpia trying to make peace. This was a different concept. Before I had the idea of the campfire scene.

And one more:

This has:

• Probably my favorite bit of Entrapta shenanigans that I have thought up! This image always makes me LOL! 😅

• A note (asterisked to show importance!) to myself that (about a year and a half before I actually wrote the scene) when I get to the part about Adora going to Razz for advice, I would include Mara and some weird time-skip stuff!

• A bit of sassy dialogue I thought up for Frosta and did not want to forget!

• A key line from Lonnie as she describes how and why they ended up first in the Crimson Waste, and then back in the Fright Zone (and therefore made their way into my story!)

I hope you find this entertaining!

If so, I can show you more at some point!

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Boom nets

😊 Hello, all of you reading my fanfic, even if now is the first time you have!

Just so you know, I'm crazy about ya! 🥰

This chapter is very special to me because it focuses on two of my very favorite characters to write about, and they are both totally romantic and also epic heroes together!

But first . . .

What's been going on in Episode 67 so far???

Well . . .

Glimmer woke up to a beautiful morning with two amazing friends. ( Part One )

Sea Hawk found a way to warm Mermista's heart (and cool her tummy) as he coaxed her from her pool of solitude. ( Part Two )

Adora returned for Catra, Bow returned for Glimmer, and Entrapta returned for . . . SCIENCE! ( Part Three )

Glimmer loaned her body to science, while Bow and Wink watched with trepidatious fascination! ( Part Four )

And Plumerians and Peace Zonians shared a meal in which Perfuma momentarily lost her cool and Kyle nearly revealed a terrible secret! 😋 ( Part Five )

And now, with great pleasure, I would like to dedicate this week's chapter to my new friend Daisy ( @Daisy Aipom ) , especially for the ship!

And Daisy, if you like this, there are some other great scenes with these two previously in my story. 😁

I hope this is a scene that you all will enjoy, as we take a quiet moment to step away from the crowd in the Peace Zone.

The shadows have lengthened further, and sunset is not far off.

There is a warm and genial atmosphere throughout the intermixed crowd of soldiers and Plumerians, and happy chatter and laughter percolates throughout the site of the feast.

Sitting on the edge of the group, Spinnerella and Netossa quietly split a large fruit offered to them by a trio of small children that have been running back and forth from the carts to the people, bringing food and giggles to one and all.

Spinnerella smiles and laughs softly with one of the wide-eyed care-free children, and Netossa watches her with a smile, which is marred by a tiny frown. The child runs off, and Spinnerella turns toward her wife. Her expression changes to one of mild concern as she sees Netossa ill-at-ease. She cocks her head questioningly.

Spinnerella: ‘Tossa? What?

Netossa bites her lip uncomfortably and casts her eyes downward turning slightly away. She shakes her head noncommittally.

Netossa: It’s just . . . can we . . . ?

She turns back to look Spinnerella seriously in the eyes, reaching to grasp her hand.

Netossa: Walk a little with me.

Spinnerella nods in understanding. She sets aside her piece of fruit and stands up with her girl.

Spinnerella: Sure.

They make their way silently away from the crowd, then up the gentle hill toward the open field, where the reddening sky arcs toward the horizon. The first few stars have begun to show themselves, sparsely glittering overhead.

Netossa leads Spinnerella by the hand to a point overlooking the feast below, then stops. The moment is an open space.

Spinnerella: What? What is it?

Netossa turns toward her.

Netossa: Spinny . . .

She looks downs again.

Netossa: You remember . . . when we first met . . .

Spinnerella: [encouraging] Yes.

Netossa: You remember when I . . . when you were . . .

Spinnerella grins brightly at the memory.

Spinnerella: Yeah. Of course. You caught me!

Netossa looks up and smiles spontaneously at her wife’s inner joyfulness.

She squeezes Spinnerella’s hand and shifts back and forth a little on her feet.

Netossa: Yeah. I did. In . . . my net.

Spinnerella continues, the feeling washing over her again, closing her eyes and sighing.

Spinnerella: [romantically] You dazzled me!

Netossa chuckles slightly with a little relief.

Netossa: [remembering] That’s what you said. I . . . dazzled you.

Spinnerella opens her eyes and absolutely beams at Netossa, nodding slowly.

Netossa directs her attention to her other hand, lifting it and turning it over to look at it from all angles, opening and closing the fingers.

Netossa: I can’t do that anymore. I can’t make nets . . . anymore.

Spinnerella: [quickly] But I don’t . . .

She hesitates, just a moment, before continuing with greater conviction.

Spinnerella: I don’t care about that. I care about you.

Netossa looks at her wife, with pain in her eyes.

Netossa: Our magic may never come back, Spinny.

Spinnerella shakes her head.

Spinnerella: We don’t know that. [pause] Entrapta said she’s working on it. So. We don’t know. It may. And if it doesn’t . . .

Netossa looks at her expectantly. Spinnerella meets her gaze with a frown of mild intensity.

Spinnerella: [shrugging with a light dismissive head-shake] Well then it doesn’t. And it doesn’t matter anyway.

Netossa takes both of Spinnerella’s hands in hers and looks up at her, eyes wide open.

Netossa: [seriously] But I want to be strong for you. I want you to know that I will always fight for you. I want to be the one who . . .

She suddenly stops as Spinnerella starts shaking and giggling uncontrollably. Netossa raises an eyebrow.

Netossa: [mildly annoyed] What?

Spinnerella: [amused] Darling! We’re married!

Netossa looks at her, at a momentary loss for words.

Spinnerella: [more tenderly] No matter what. You’ve got me. I’m not going anywhere.

She pulls Netossa close and kisses her lips tenderly. Then they embrace, Netossa’s head on her shoulder.

Netossa: [softly] Thanks. I know it’s stupid, but I needed to hear that.

Spinnerella: [gently] It’s not stupid.

They close their eyes for a few moments.

Suddenly, the sounds of a flute rise up, piping a bright tune. It is almost immediately joined by a chorus of strings and various drums. As the festive music rises from below them, they open their eyes.

Spinnerella pulls away from Netossa, still holding her hand, to look curiously at the scene at the base of the hill. Some fires have been lit for the gathering darkness, and there is scattered movement as people begin to sway and step in time with the music.

Spinnerella turns to Netossa with a smile, squeezing her hand excitedly.

Spinnerella: C’mon, ‘Tossa. Let’s dance!

Netossa returns her smile, warming to the idea. Spinnerella grins widely and winks at her.

Spinnerella: [in a bright near-whisper] Dazzle me!

All credit goes to: TheBestComicKing

Piece can be found here

https://www.deviantart.com/thebestcomicking/art/Attila-925145178

Fair warning: Some of the artist's other works are more on the adult side. Keep that mind before you look through their catalog.

Hiyaa!! Hope ya'll are doin well! I wanted to show you guys some She-ra stuff I got!

First is this here book! been wanting it for awhile (yeah eyah i added a children's chapter book to my list, i have my moments), and i loved reading it! The illustrations were simply PRECIOUS, i might make a seperate post for the illustrations inside!

Aand here are these ADORABLE buttons of Netossa and Glimmer, my second & third favorite characters!! aren't they just so cute??

Anywho, hope you guys have a lovely week, seeya around!

Hello to you, wonderful reader. 😊

I bring you some more action this week as the storm continues to rage.

Previously in "Shutdown Part 2":

Mermista stays strong with encouragement from Bow and Entrapta ( Part One )

Netossa and Spinnerella determine how best to protect Shareel's crew with everything crashing down around them. ( Part Two )

And Scorpia and Rogelio join the rest of their squad to finally reach the old Horde Command Complex deep within the Peace Zone. ( Part Three )

Now, we return to see Spinntossa in action again as they join forces with Shareel and their soldier friends in making a desperate run for shelter from the storm!

I'm dedicating this week's chapter to Noelle ( @WhenYou'reTheOnly1WhoUnderstandsCatra ) because she is a wonderful friend, a brilliant writer and quoter of incorrectitude, and an awesome member of the Artistic Alliance! And she regularly cheers me up with the antics of her OC's. 😁

I hope you enjoy this.

Prepare thyself for winds and nets!

Spinnerella presses through the fury of the storm with focused determination at a grueling pace. The Horde crew follows closely, running in a narrow formation as they strain to match her speed. They manage to do so, but only just.

Running behind them all, Netossa glances nervously at the shuddering structures around them.

And the storm grows ever wilder and more unpredictable.

Red flashes come at irregular intervals, seemingly growing in intensity and frequency. Each new thunderclap rides the echoes of others so that the cacophony is like the heart of a war zone beating over the rage of an ocean.

Small debris rain down constantly, blown from further reaches of the Peace Zone.

Bolts of electricity pound points in all directions, often near where they had been less than 30 seconds before.

Shareel raises her voice to fight the wind.

Shareel: [shouting to Spinnerella] BEAR RIGHT!! THROUGH THERE!!

With a glance, Spinnerella sees a narrower opening between structures, and nods back to Shareel.

She dives through the air, leading the way into a wide alleyway.

The force of Spinnerella’s air-wedge presses between the buildings, causing them to bow slightly away from the group as they pass by.

Netossa: [protesting] Careful, Spinny!!

The motion causes a fall of metal debris to shower over the entire group.

Quickly, Netossa forms a large glowing ball of bright white energy between her hands and throws it high into the air. The energy spreads widely into a sheet over their heads, catching the sharp falling objects and vaporizing them, with a series of crackling pops, then dissipating. She shakes her head with a sigh.

They all emerge into a somewhat wider area, and Shareel directs them to the left, between a line of buildings that form something like a jagged street.

Shareel: [yelling over her shoulder] It’s not too far, now!!

Almost at that moment, a horrendous cracking sound splits the air as a spear of lightning smashes through an antenna complex at the top of a tower to their right.

A couple of tons of wickedly jagged metal severs off and falls careening toward their heads.

Netossa: LOOK OUT!!

Many of the Horde soldiers look up, but there is little time for them to take any action to protect themselves.

In a single fluid motion, Netossa brings both hands together at her side and then sweeps her arms upward and outward to form a thick stretch of tough, clingy webbing, which flies up toward the huge chunk of metal. One end of the web catches the outer corner of the falling antenna piece, and the other end attaches itself to a point high up on the tower. As the metal piece snaps the web taut, it swings like a wrecking ball and arcs back toward the tower, just missing the heads of Netossa and her companions, and finally collides with the base of the tower with a colossal clang!

Distracted by this, Netossa runs directly into the Horde soldier in front of her, the side of her face impacting his upper back.

Netossa: [annoyed] Oof! Heeeyyy!! Come on! Keep movin’!

The soldiers part to allow Shareel to step forward, shaking her head.

Shareel: We can’t! [gesturing behind her] There’s a blockage.

Netossa looks past Shareel to see where a large building has collapsed into the street, blocking the entire pathway.

Spinnerella descends out of the air to land gracefully beside Netossa.

Spinnerella: [looking tired, but smiling] The storm is easing off.

Netossa looks around and notices that the mega-gale force winds have relaxed to a furious bluster of near-normal proportions. She winces at the ongoing sounds of lightning strikes landing too close for comfort.

Netossa: Yeah, but not enough! We still gotta find some shelter. [to Shareel] Where’s that warehouse?

Shareel points behind her.

Shareel: Just past that! But we can’t go that way now. We need to backtrack a little. There’s another route.

They turn to move the other direction, and at this very moment the tower that just got wrecked by its own antenna array gives up and collapses into the street.

Shareel looks over her shoulder at the blocked way ahead, then back toward the blocked way behind.

There are a couple of more lightning strikes.

Shareel: Oh. [pause] Uh, okay . . .

Netossa raises a hand to interrupt.

Netossa: [with a smile] Hang on!

She runs past Shareel and through the ranks of soldiers toward the blocked way ahead. As she runs, she raises her hands in the air, her palms glowing white with energy.

Netossa: [calling back, all confidence] I got this!

As she reaches the downed building, she brings her hands together and tosses a sheet of energy downward to create a wide net ramping from the ground up to the top of the building mound. She continues running, sprinting easily up the net to the top of the pile of steel blocking their way. Then, she turns with a proud grin on her face.

Netossa: See?!

For a moment, Shareel just shakes her head in wonder, the hint of a half-smile on her face. She gestures the soldiers to gather close with a circular motion of her arm.

Shareel: [commanding] All right, company! It’s up and over!

Happy weekend, everyone! 😃

I love celebrating with a new chapter of my fan fiction every week.

Thank you for joining me as the ride continues!

Previously, in Part One, Mermista and Sea Hawk faced a Runestone going rogue, and Entrapta remained eerily calm!

In this week's chapter, we return to the Peace Zone where Spinnerella and Netossa must determine how best to weather the storm.

I'd like to dedicate this one to my fellow Artistic Ally Arcana ( @ArcanaGrayskull )!

She once mentioned that Spinnerella was one of her favorites, so this is for you, Arcana! 😊

Welcome to a hint of Spinntoss-omeness (and also one of the former Horde's unsung heroes!), as they get ready to double-team the elements!

For this is but a teaser of what else is to come! 😄

The air swirling above and within the Peace Zone is a now a churning, restless mass of horrific power.

In the absence of the large tower obliterated by Scorpia, the square within which her companions wait for her has become an artificial valley, bordered by tall buildings.

A river of wind now rips through this valley in a turmoil that is nearly opaque with debris and dust, while Spinerella, Netossa, and dozens of former Horde soldiers huddle within the opening of one of the buildings.

Netossa stares wide-eyed as jagged red lightning tongues smash into some of the buildings in the mid-distance, causing them to shudder and crumple under the battering.

BOOM!! BOOM!!!

The building creaks frighteningly around them, as everyone looks worriedly toward the ceiling.

Another strike, nearer than the other two. BOOM!!!!

Netossa turns toward the group behind her.

Netossa: [practically] We’ve gotta move!

Spinnerella: Where?

Netossa: [frustrated] Anywhere! This isn’t gonna be much of a shelter if that lightning hits the building.

Spinnerella: It’s because it’s so tall.

Netossa: They’re all tall! That’s why we gotta move!

One of the soldiers raises her hand. Shareel, the one with the dark brown ponytail.

Shareel: [commandingly] Princesses!

All eyes turn her direction.

Shareel: [with cool confidence] I know a place where we should be safe. It’s a warehouse, about a mile from here. We’ve been using it as a base-camp in the area. It’s low, and it should still be intact.

Netossa: [nodding] Sounds good. But, then there’s the wind.

Spinnerella chuckles tensely.

Spinnerella: Darling! I can handle that!

Netossa frowns at her and gestures outside at the cataclysmic turmoil.

Netossa: Spinny! This?!

Spinnerella nods, giving her a confident stare.

Spinnerella: Yes! [patiently] We move into the wind, and I create a wedge ahead of us. The storm diverts around us. No one gets hurt.

Netossa glares at her, and Spinnerella smiles winningly.

Finally, Netossa sighs and shakes her head.

Netossa: Fine. We’ll try it.

She turns to Shareel, all business.

Netossa: Everyone needs to stay tightly together behind Spinnerella. You take the lead. I’ll take the rear position. Okay?

Shareel: Right. I’ll guide Spinnerella to our new position. But we’ll have to move quickly. [tilting her head toward Spinnerella] Is she fast? [turning to address Spinnerella] Are you fast?

Netossa and Spinnerella share a glance, then look back to Shareel.

Spinnerella smiles and nods.

Spinnerella: [pleased] Mm-hmm!

Netossa: [smirking a little] Oh, yeah. Fast as you want.

Shareel: Good. ‘Cause we move fast.

She turns and motions to her fellow soldiers.

Shareel: [sharply] All right, company! Buddy up! We’re on the move!

Her fellow soldiers stand sharply and look to each other, quickly pair up, and then turn their attention to Shareel again.

Shareel: Listen up! This one front! [she points to Spinnerella] This one rear! [she points to Netossa, then looks back to the others] Follow me, keep it tight, eyes up, and move fast! Ah-right?

Horde Soldiers: [in unison] Right!!

Shareel puts up an encouraging fist and smiles fraternally, and she is greeted by ranks of smiles and fists from her company. She turns and gestures to Spinnerella.

Shareel: [cordially] Ready for you, princess.

Spinnerella nods with a grateful look.

As she turns toward the storm, everyone else groups in formation behind her.

Spinnerella raises her fists, which begin to glow with lavender swirls of growing energy. With a steely gaze, her face tense with determination, she springs into the maelstrom.

Happy Monday, everyone! 🙂

As promised, a special gift for you all in a bonus chapter.

And, I hope this helps your week start out with a little extra sparkle! ✨

This episode in review:

Part One: Shadow Weaver returns! If only in the realm of dreams.

Part Two: Entrapta is surprisingly good with ancient doors!

Part Three: Light Hope ain't here anymore, Adora!

Part Four: Princess chaos! And a disturbingly cheery message from Scorpia.

Today brings us back to a Peace Zone from which peace has utterly fled.

And in the midst of the storm, Scorpia regroups with her old team for a desperate mission.

I would like to dedicate this special chapter to a couple of my friends:

First, to Samantha ( @CHAOSISMYNAME ) in recognition of her own Two-Year Wikiversary. Hooray! 😃

And also to Lila ( @BeanieAndTheDucks ) because she is such a Lonnie simp! 😊

And rightfully so.

I truly hope you enjoy this!

Now . . .

Back to the drama!

In the Peace Zone, a gale whips between the buildings, and the clouds overhead are thick and gray. Occasional booms may be heard, illuminating portions of the sky with angry red flashes.

The loose gathering of Horde soldiers and princesses stand at the edge of an open square between some of the massive, leaf-bedecked structures from the former Horde capitol. There is a quiet sense of restless tension throughout.

Scorpia slips her tracker pad into her satchel and turns toward Lonnie and Kyle.

Scorpia: It’s time to get going.

Lonnie stares at her.

Lonnie: [emphatically] You haven’t been listening to me! There is no way to reach the Black Garnet!

Scorpia frowns at her.

Scorpia: Sure there is. I just need your help to get there.

Lonnie shakes her head slowly.

Lonnie: I can do that. But it won’t do any good. [she looks helplessly at Kyle, who nods in confirmation, then turns back to Scorpia] The building . . . is wrecked! We can’t get in.

Scorpia takes a step toward Lonnie. She gently places her claw on Lonnie’s shoulder with a calm smile.

Scorpia: [sincerely] It’s okay, Lonnie. We just have to try. Together.

Lonnie presses her lips together with a wide-eyed look of painful despair.

Scorpia: [calmly] One of the most important things I learned from being with all of the other princesses . . . is that friends never give up. [she pauses, looking affectionately down at Lonnie] We did things together that seemed impossible. We saved the world. And they never gave up on me. Not even when reason said they should have.

Lonnie’s expression softens a little into an empathetic frown.

Scorpia: [smiling] Back in the day, we were a team. A good team. You. Me. Rogelio. Kyle. [her smile grows] We’re more than that now. You are my friends. We can rely on each other.

A hint of gathering tears touches Lonnie’s eyes. She swallows and nods.

Scorpia: If you can get us to the Command Complex, then I know that together we’ll find a way. That’s what friends do.

Lonnie lets her breath out in a determined sigh. She puts her hand on Scorpia’s shoulder and nods slowly.

Lonnie: You got it.

Kyle and Rogelio look at each other and nod. They turn back to Lonnie and Scorpia.

Kyle: [with confidence] We’re with you.

Rogelio: [with conviction] Rrrgh.

Scorpia looks to each of them in turn.

Scorpia: [warmly, but firmly] Grab whatever we might need as quickly as you can, and meet me back here. We can do this. Go.

Lonnie, Kyle, and Rogelio nod and move off with efficient resolve.

Scorpia turns and takes several steps over to where her fellow princesses are standing together watching with uneasy expressions.

Scorpia: [to Netossa and Spinnerella] We’re about to leave. [to Spinnerella] Are you doing okay now?

Spinnerella nods, and Netossa puts a hand on her shoulder.

Spinnerella: I’m fine now. But . . .

She gestures around them at the blustering wind and the deathly ominous clouds.

Spinnerella: This is only gonna get worse.

Netossa: [jumping in] We’ve decided we need to stay and protect the group.

Spinnerella: [nodding to her wife] Right. [turning back to Scorpia] They’ll need our help to make it through the storm.

Scorpia sighs, smiling.

Scorpia: Boy am I glad to hear you say that! That’s just what I was gonna ask you to do.

Netossa puts an arm around Spinnerella’s shoulders, and grins at her affectionately.

Netossa: See?

Spinnerella smiles and nods, slipping her arm automatically around Netossa’s waist.

Spinnerella: [to Scorpia, reassuring] We’ll make sure everyone’s okay.

Scorpia smiles at both of them with a look of admiration.

Lonnie suddenly appears at her side.

Lonnie: [to Scorpia] We’ve got our gear. Ready when you are, Princess.

Scorpia turns to see Lonnie with Kyle and Rogelio, equipped with coils of rope and an array of tools hanging from belts and bandoliers. Scorpia nods approvingly.

Scorpia: Okay, team. Let’s get this done.

Part 1

Part 2 (you are here)

There's no algorithm to this btw it's just alphabetical

I might wait longer for part 3 so I don't come off as spammy