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More She-ra 40k ideas:
Catra is the perfect example of a Felinid, not anime cat girl but not full furry she's a perfect example of what I think a felinid would look/act like. Human reasoning and strategy with feline agility and physical attributes.
Catra would also take on a few Felinids recruited from either a local gaurd regiment and/or most recently conquered planet and train them to be Adora's and her own person bodyguards. Hidden in the shadows like assassins ready to flay whatever get past Adora's honour gaurd.
Entrapta would annoy, argue, and fight the Mechanicus so much that they stopped coming to help Adora's Legion and won't train their tech marines anymore. Entrapta is then stuck doing repairs(and upgrades when she wants) while also trying to teach the tech-marines. This leads to Adora's legion, the best equipped legion despite having no direct ties to the Mechanicus.
The Librarians of Adora's legion instead of being trained by magnus and the Thousand sons are instead trained by Glimmer or return to Etheria to be trained in the ways of Etherian magic. Thus leading to a very different philosophy and approach to the warp.
More ideas/stories/scenarios to come! 😊
Adora meeting the Emperor of Mankind(aka her "father")
Adora stood steadfast upon the grassy hill. To her back, the fighting force of Brightmoon's elite gaurd stood ready. To her side stood her friends the Princesses of Etheria along with master archer Bow and swashbuckler extraordinaire Seahawk. Upon her arm was her beloved, the feirce and formidable Catra.
They all studied what hung in the Etherian sky before them. It was what caused the call to action, what brought the entirety of the plantes' defences to this spot. A fleet of well equipped battle starships.
They hovered in Etheria's outer atmosphere. They had appeared two days ago. At first, they were specks on the horizon, but as they drew nearer, the Alliance of Princesses grew concerned. Entrapta and Hordak had engineered an "orbital scanner" to make out what Etheria was dealing with.
When they finally got a scan, a war council was called at once. Glimmer decided to ready her kingdom's forces and urged a preemptive strike. Adora quelled this idea at first but did ultimately decide to amass the armies. But they would only retaliate, not strike first. There was no way of knowing the newcomers' intentions. They could be friendly.
Adora thought back on her optimistic perspective. The imposing nature of these starships didn't exactly breed comfort for her.
She looked back on her troops, all awaiting her command. She then looked to her friends, who she towered over. It had been some time since the defeat of Horde Prime and the restoration of peace on Etheria.
In that time, Adora had begun to grow, and she grew taller, stronger. She found her form slowly evolving into a perfect mix of her shera form and her more casual Adora form.
Catra only came up to her waist, if that. Adora had begun to curse her matured size, but ultimately, right now, in the face of a probable invasion, she was thankful for it.
Adora's attention snapped back as bow called out a smaller ship desending from the sky.
It was an ornate ship, well crafted, and Entrapta swooned as it approached. It landed ceremonially a fair distance from adora and the front line. Glimmer gave the order to ready an attack. Adora held up her hand, belaying the order.
"Not Yet." She scolded her friend. " Let's see who or what we're dealing with first."
Glimmer pouted but complied, resending her order. Her eagerness to end a conflict fast and without considering the repercussions had burned her before.
A ramp descended from the ship. Out of the bowels of this magnificent beast marched two parallel lines of golden armoured soldiers, each one twice the height of any Etheiran. There were twelve warriors in total, each equipped with an oddly shaped spear.
Then He exited the ship.
A mountain of a man, dressed head to toe in the finest most meticulously detailed armour anyone had ever seen. Only his head was bare of any armour. His raven hair flowed like a dark river in the cool breeze. His face was structured like a statue. Every detail looked unreal. His eyes at first glowed with golden light but then softened as he approached.
Brilliant sapphire eyes met Adora's own. They looked familiar.
"Who are you? And what do you want?" Adora spoke plainly. She would not be disarmed by this stranger's show of strength.
The stranger did not speak for several minutes. He took in his surroundings, his assessed his potential advisories, and he gazed upon his...
"I am The Emperor of Mankind. And I am here to reunite with one I lost long ago."
He stared at Adora for an uncomfortably long moment.
"And who exactly are you looking for?" Glimmer broke the silence.
The Emperor, not even glancing at the small queen, answered. "I have travelled across the stars seeking that which was stolen from me. My daughter."
A quiet air conquered the space. It was interpreted by Adora
"Whatwasthatnow?"
The Emperor smirked. "I have come for you. My daughter. To reunite and bring you with me on my grand crusade to reunite all of our people. To save ourselves and create a new dawn for galaxy. One of peace and hope. Not unlike what you have accomplished here." He spread out his hands gesturing to the world around them.
All of Etheria stood confused. This was not what any of them were expecting. Adora was speechless. Her mind tumbled and turned at the revelation before her.
"Father?" Adora breathed to herself. "No." She said bluntly. Much to the Emperor's and everyone elses surprise.
The Emperor did not miss a beat. "I know how uncertain you must feel, but come let me show you." He extended a hand and approached Adora.
But before he got more than a few steps closer, Catra put herself between her dear wife and this giant golden lunatic. She snarled and hissed, drawing her claws, tensing her muscles for a leap.
At the sudden threat, the golden solders all levelled their spears at Catra. In turn, the soldiers of bright moon readied their glaves, the Princesses each summoned up their elemental powers. It would be a massacre.
But then the Emperor held aloft his hand and halted the shedding of unnecessary blood. His custodians returned to a calmer state and lowered their weapons. He did this all while keeping his true attention on Adora.
"I will not fight you, daughter. That is not why I came."
Adora mirrored his motion to calm her friends.
The Emperor then shifted his gaze down to the felinid warrior who enterposed herself between the two of them.
"I came to broker peace and, in all honesty, to ask for your aid." his un blinking eyes never left catra despite still only addressing Adora. "I seek no ill will."
Adora's hand gently rested on Catra's shoulder, causing her to break her staring contest with the golden god. She looked up to her wife. No words were exchanged as Adora's hand raised to cup Catra's cheek. Catra reluctantly nodded, and Adora returned the gesture certain.
Catra stepped aside, but her cold killing gaze never left the exposed head of the Emperor.
Adora stepped forward. "Let's say I believe you. Let's say you really are my father. That doesn't mean I should trust you. Not yet, at least. You gave me up. You weren't there when i needed you. And now that I've found my own way. Made my own family. You come and ask something of me?"
Adora's expression hardened, "If you really are my father, why now? And more importantly, why the Battlion? You say you came looking for me to broker peace. But you come with soldiers and tanks? Not exactly the reunion a daughter would hope for."
The Emperor chose his next words carefully. "My daughter. Adora. These guns, these weapons, they are not meant for you or your people." He gestured to the armada, "The road to find you was treacherous. Among the stars, there are very few safe havens and many enemies."
"These weapons, like your own," he gestured to Adora's allies, "are for protection and justice. To free the oppressed and safeguard the weak. No more blood need be spilt than is nessasary."
Adoras' face slackened a bit, but the Emperor knew he had to show her first hand his vision.
He offered his hand once more, "Let me show you, please." His face was pleading.
Adora looked back a final time at her friends, each of them showing their disapproval and fear for her safety. She looked now to Catra, who stood ready should anything unexpected happen. Adora could practically see Catra daring the Emperor to give her an excuse.
Adora's eyes returned to the large outstretched palm, then to his blue eyes that she matched the ones she saw every morning in the mirror.
She took his hand like she was tearing off a bandage.
The visions came fast. Adora saw worlds in chains and the innocent slaughtered. She saw worlds on the brink of collapse, but then she was shown these same worlds transformed. Green pastures littered with cattle. Rebuilt thriving cities. Smiling children and hopeful parents.
The Emperor knew what to show Adora. He had specifically chosen the worlds that openly surrendered without much of a fuss. Worlds where diplomacy outweighed the wars that would have waged.
He had elected worlds brought to compliance by Sanguinius, Horus, Fulgrim, and Guilliman. He avoided the pitiful shrine worlds of Lorgar or the fear infested steets that Curze would leave in his wake. He also made desperately sure Adora never knew of the worlds drowned by Angron in their own blood.
He showed Adora the efficient system of Ultramar, the peace of Prospero, and finally, the jewel of the Imperium, Great Terra.
Then he showed her... the incident. Adora received flashes of the desert woman screaming, acting eradic. Adora couldn't hear anything, so she watched as the woman ranted and yelled. Eventually, there was a flash of light, and all the children and the woman were gone.
Then he showed her curated peaces of his own memory.
Adora saw herself and her brothers in test tubes. She watched the embrieos grow. She watched as they were all born. Swaddled by a woman wrapped in traditional dessert fashion.
The lab was in shambles, and scorchmarks stained the once muted chrome. It wasn't his fault. She betrayed him. She gave up Adora and her brothers. But he would find them and reunite his family."
Adora let go of her father's hand with a gasp. Tears followed down her face. She looked back up to the Emperor.
"You see now, Adora? I mean you no harm. I'm sorry I could not be there to hold you up. I'm sorry it took so long to find you. But I do want you to know how proud I am of you. You have succeeded where lessers would have failed." He made a grand sweep gesture.
"You brought peace to this world. You healed it. You did what was necessary but never compromised the people you held closest. You chose to save them, and that is all I can ask of you."
Adora now looked to the Emperor with admiration. But she still had a few queries she needed answered. "I have brothers? What are they like? Who was that woman? Why did she do that? Why did you both make us?" She began to cry
Catra was at her side in a moment. "Hey, Adora. It's okay. Im here, breath." Bow and Glimmer were not far behind. Eventually, her whole entourage was with her.
The Emperor to his credit was far more intrigued by his daughters compaions than he initially been. They genuinely cared for her, and she held her position of power out of love and loyalty.
Adora wiped her eyes and steadied herself. She then took on her serious tone and spoke in no uncertain terms.
"I want answers to who that woman was, why she did it, who my brothers are, you get the idea. You will leave Etheria untouched and their government in order. Finally, my friends are coming with me. This is non-negotiable," Cheers and shouts of agreement come from the princesses and others. "We do everything together, and even if I tried to leave without them. Let's just say I wouldn't be able to.
"If I go with you, if I join in your crusade. If I go and help all these people who are hurting. I want three things in return."
The Emperor nodded. 'Finally,' he thought, 'the negotiations.'
The Emperor stayed silent for a long time, considering the wants of his daughter. He looked across at the mutated inhabitants of Etheria. Of the very warp Infested environment they stood in. But he did let Lorgar keep Monarchia.
"Your requests are reasonable. Each shall be granted so long as you forswear your loyalty to me and the crusade. That you will do what is necessary to save the worlds that need you. To bring peace, prosperity, and unity to this galaxy."
"Then I guess I foreswear it."
"Very well. I shall return with your legion in a fortnight," he looked to Adora then to her companions, "Ensure you are all ready by then."
He marched back to his ship, and Adora called one final question to him. "What do you mean 'my legion'?"
The Emperor stopped at the end of the ramp. He look over his shoulder, "I made each of my children a legion to aid them in this crusade. Made from your own genetic code. They are as much sons to you as you are a daughter to me.
Without another word, he casually ascended the ramp fallowed by his golden warriors. Adora and the others were left speechless and confused once more as the ship returned to the heavens.
( First, thank you for reading all the way to the end!!!!
I am super open to criticism, I know I'm not the strongest writer, and I hope I captured enough of each of the characters' personalities. Please let me know hat you think. In either a reblog or comments!!!
I wanted to age up the SPOP crew just a little and progress their individual lives some. Also, yes, I did take some liberties with Adora/She-ra's form .
Finally, I apologise if you feel I misrepresented either property, I love them both so much, but it has been a little bit since I've sat down and watched shera in its entirety. I prob am gonna do that soon, but who knows. Depression a bitch.)
Maybe I’m just too late to realize, but Jason Grace (PJO) and Adora (She-Ra) are actually really alike. They have similar backstories, personality traits and goals! Maybe someone have already written this, and done an analysis on them, but here is mine!!!!
Jason and Adora:
Both of them are blonde individuals who were taken in and raised in the military since they were small, are their mother figure’s (Hera, Shadow Weaver) favorite child, and are purely seen by their leadership skills. At the beginning of the story, both of them were kidnapped by the “enemy” (who they learn are actually good guys) and joined forces with them to save the world from evil (at one point or another in the story, both of them were forced to fight their previous allies - fighting Romans/soldiers from Camp Jupiter, The Horde).
There are a lot of expectations and pressure on them, since both of them are seen as “important” and “dutiful” people by their position in society (Jason being Jupiter’s son, and Adora being She-Ra). They’re constantly trying their best to not let their friends down, constantly trying to act and be like how everyone wants them to be (a warrior/hero/leader/etc.), and has intentionally tried to sacrifice themselves, but to no avail (both of them were stopped by a brown-haired “friend” of theirs - Leo, Catra).
Both of them are also connected to magical horses, each have a magical weapon, and each have a childhood friend that was seen for a while as the “enemy” by their allies (Reyna and Catra). As well as, both of them likes to have a sense of purpose, has felt out of place with their new allies, has a hero complex, and feels like they alone are responsible for the well-being of others (Jason, due to the promise to look after the lesser gods, and Adora, due to the abuse of Shadow Weaver).
I didn’t mean to write this much, but it’s insane how similar they actually are!
Should I add something???
Did anyone else hear Catra purr at the end when her and Adora are standing together at the end or am I just making that up?
