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The last chamber door slid open. The open air awaited.
“We made it. This way to the vehicle bay,” Seahawk declared.
They had made it! They had escaped!
“Wait! Emily!”
They turned at Entrapta’s raised voice and saw her running back into the chamber towards the robot she called ‘Emily’, who was still attached by a cord to the socket in the wall.
“Entrapta! Nooo!” Perfuma’s hand reached out in vain as she cried out.
The princesses and sea captain watched in horror as the Princess of Dryl was cut away from their line of sight by the chamber door slamming shut and green flames erupting out of the door.
It was too late. She was gone.
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Entrapta saw the fear-stricken faces of the other princesses looking back at her before the chamber door slammed shut in front of her, separating them. Quickly, she turned back to her new robot friend Emily and yanked her trapped power cord out of the socket in the wall, freeing her. Emily beeped an acknowledgement.
Suddenly, green flames spewed from the other side of the chamber toward them. Before Entrapta could blink, Emily had stepped in front her, shielding her from the direct path of the green flames. The robot’s round metal body took the brunt of the fire. In the precious moments her robot friend had given her, Entrapta looked up to the ceiling where air vent ducts ran across. An escape route!
“I’m going up!” Entrapta yelled.
Her unusually long prehensile lilac hair reached up to a vent opening and hooked onto a grilled lid covering it. Like a whip, her hair strands pulled the lid off and lifted her in one swift motion into the safety of the air vent ducts. She looked down again to see nothing but green fire filling the chamber.
“Emily!” Entrapta cried out.
The green flames began to shrink and die away and Entrapta saw Emily still standing, her armour singed from the intense heat, but still operational. The robot turned up to Entrapta and raised a leg to wave at her.
“You’re okay!” Entrapta cried in relief.
Emily’s raised leg crackled and jerked involuntarily.
“Hmm. Except for that wonky leg.” Entrapta touched her chin thoughtfully. “I’ll have to check the extent of your damage as soon as we get out of here.”
Entrapta’s gaze returned to the closed chamber door that had cut her off from the others. As if reciprocating her mistress’ thoughts, Emily produced a low, extended beep.
“They’ll come back for me,” Entrapta insisted. “They’re my friends. I’m sure they will.”
An uncertain expression crossed the long-haired princess’ face momentarily, then it disappeared and she perked up.
“We just have to wait for them!” she declared, matter-of-factly. “If we simply remain around this location, they’re sure to find us!” She clapped her hands together. “I can stay hidden in these air vents and you can keep watch for them in the corridors!”
Emily beeped an affirmative.
“It shouldn’t take them too long.” Entrapta attempted a smile.
There came the sounds of loud voices and running footsteps approaching from behind the other closed chamber door. Horde soldiers. Entrapta retreated further into the air vent duct and disappeared into its shadows.
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She-Ra scanned the faces present on the flying skiff as the princesses and their male companions made their escape from the Fright Zone. She froze when she did not see one member of their group.
“Wait, where’s Entrapta?”
Her eyes fell on Bow as he spoke slowly.
“Entrapta didn’t make it.”
A pause.
“What do you mean?” the golden-haired warrior princess asked carefully.
A longer, heavier pause. Eyes became wet.
“She’s gone,” Mermista repeated, turning away.
“W…Well then, we have to go back for her!” She-Ra said quickly.
“No, she’s…she’s really gone.” Bow looked down at the floor as he said it.
The eight-foot tall warrior princess collapsed to her knees and shrunk as she transformed. In her place kneeled a despairing Adora, the gravity of the realisation hitting her.
They had lost one of their own.