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Prime marched around Bright Moon like he owned the place. In his mind he already did. With the clone formally known as Hordak trailing behind him.
“Glimmer!” Adora and Bow ran over to the Queen, squishing her in a hug.
“Are you ok?” Bow fussed.
“If it weren’t for Catra I’d probably be dead or worse.” Glimmer admitted, tugging Catra along.
“It was in everyone’s best interest.” Catra leaned in and whispered. “Like keeping the green eyes happy. He managed to take out Hordak.” The catgirl gestured at the clone.
“Is this everyone?” Prime asked.
“N-no.” Glimmer stammered. “I will summon them to the war room.”
“Good luck getting Entrapta out of the First One’s ship.”
“Oh, you have an ancient ship?” Prime asked curiously. “Surely we can move the meeting there. ‘Hordak’ shared so many memories of this… Entrapta character. I’d adore to meet her in person.” Glimmer and Catra stiffened at the mention of the Princess Inventor.
“Oh, you don’t want to meet Entrapta.” Catra laughed. “She… She uh…”
“She listens to no one. You’d just grow annoyed with her.” Glimmer added.
“A-And she’d probably only ramble about something no one understand!”
“I’m sure, he’d understand. Wouldn’t you little Brother?”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Plus, I’m sure she’d love to see my little brother after so long.”
“Who’d love to see who?” Scorpia entered the room with Emily, who beeped and rushed to Hordak’s side. “Ah, sorry about her!”
“It’s no problem,” He extended a hand for Scorpia to say her name.
“Scorpia.” She bowed. “Come on Emily, Entrapta says she has an update for you.”
“I was merely saying that Entrapta would probably be excited to see my brother.” Prime gestured beside him. Glimmer and Catra tried to signal it was a bad idea behind the Emperor.
“If you can even get her attention go for it.”
“Queen Glimmer, let’s gather your compatriots into the ship.” Though it was said like a suggestion, it was an order.
“O-of course. Adora, Bow: gather everyone on the ship. Catra, come with me.” Catra nodded and signaled Bow and Adora to do the same.
Soon Prime was led to Mara’s ship.
“I’m sure we can salvage something from this ship.” Prime smiled. “Ancient as it is.”
“Ancient.” A voice mimicked his own, flying down.
“Oh look it’s everyone’s favorite parrot.” Catra mocked.
“Useless,” Imp said in Hordak’s voice to Catra.
“Excuse me, little one, have you seen a woman named Entrapta.” Imp smiled at Prime’s question.
“Entrapta. Entrapta. Entrapta.” Imp repeated.
“Huh? What is it?” The woman in question swung down from the ceiling, a bug like mask covering her face. Imp flew onto her shoulder. “Do you want more tiny cupcakes? I guess their regular size for you!” She held a plate to him. Imp shook his head. “Don’t be shy… Do you want me to feed you?” Imp thought for a second and nodded. Entrapta used some of her hair to feed the tiny clone. “Cute~”
“You must be Princess Entrapta,” Prime said catching her attention. He smirked, of course, Hordak’s memories exaggerated how she looked. The clone attached to the first thing that called imperfection beautiful.
“Yes, and you are.” She looked behind him, her mask flying up. “Hordak! Oh! That must mean-“ Prime stopped listening, and unknown to him, so had the clone he brought.
Almost perfect. Just a few adjustments and she’d be perfect. He’d let her keep the length of her hair, it was just too beautiful to cut, but he would change the style. She would just look angelic with it down, flowing around and behind her. He’d also change out the oil-soaked rags she was wearing for a pristine white gown, though he did agree with her choice to show off how well endowed she was. Prime was also determined to get rid of the mask she wore. Nothing could block his perfect brides face.
“-Try one!” A cupcake was shoved in Prime’s face.
“I do apologize, I was distracted.”
“I asked if you’d like a cupcake.” She handed him one before scampering to his clone. “No getting out of it this time Hordak.” The clone blushed and looked away from her.
“I’m afraid my brother no longer goes by that name,” Prime said.
“Oh… It doesn’t matter… Hey, what happened to the crystal?” Her fingers delicately traced the cavity.
“Crystal?” Hordak was blushing to the tips of his ears.
“Yeah, the first one crystal. To power your suit. Don’t you remember?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Do you remember me.”
“No…” She looked like she wanted to cry. Hordak raised a hand to wipe her tears but stopped. “I… Are you alright with being touched?” That caused her to smile, which caused Prime’s annoyance to rise.
“I think it’s alright if it’s you.” Hordak smiled shyly and wiped her tears. Entrapta leaned into his touch with a sigh and Imp made happy chirping noises.
“Oh~ Ain’t that cute.” Scorpia cooed.
“Oh little brother, I’d like to speak to the lovely Princess Entrapta.” Hordak blushed even redder and stood straight.
“Ahem… This is my brother, Horde Prime.” Hordak indicated.
“Oh yeah, Nice to meet you!” She bowed to him.
“No need to bow, Princess.” Prime didn’t like the way she flinched when he touched her face. She quickly used her hair to remove his hand.
“I better get back to work!” Entrapta moved to grab her wrench again.
“Of course. I’m sure you have a lot of interest in this ship… It’s too bad. We could invite her onto the Velvet Glove.” Prime smirked. Hordak blink.
“I guess her interest is in ancient technology,” Hordak added disappointed.
“… If this is ancient, what’s your ship like?”
Hook. Line. And Sinker.
“Little brother, why don’t you escort Princess Entrapta to the Velvet Glove? I’ll return after my business here.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come on Imp, Emily.” Entrapta patted her leg for Emily to follow.
Prime smiled, once she entered the ship, she wouldn’t be leaving.