- Thanks for coming with me, guys. - Of course.
And the queen is okay with us taking off? I would've thought a mission
to the Crimson Waste would've been too risky for her.
Oh, she hates this idea, which is why I didn't tell her.
It's not like anyone else has a plan to stop Hordak from opening a portal.
You're right. Tracking Mara's message to the source is the best lead we have.
Plus, for an inhospitable desert, this place is kind of beautiful.
Oh, there's even a cute little bird.
Never mind, this place is terrifying.
Okay, I know it's scary and dangerous,
but if there is something to do with portals here,
we have to find it for the Rebellion.
And... for me.
Which way now, Bow?
Uh...
So, uh, slight problem.
Uh, my tracker pad, it's dead.
So, we're without a map, and the plants are evil. Heh.
But it's okay. We're coming from the north.
If we keep going south, we'll cross the center.
And, uh, I'm something of an expert tracker,
thanks to the Horde's survival skills training.
We just have to keep going... that way.
Problem solved. I've got this under control.
♪ We're on the edge of greatness ♪
♪ Turning darkness to light ♪
♪ We're right beside you Ready to fight ♪
♪ We're gonna win in the end ♪
♪ We must be strong ♪
♪ And we must be brave ♪
♪ We must be brave ♪
♪ We gotta find every bit of strength That we have and never let it go ♪
♪ We must be strong ♪
Day 135, this could finally be it.
Initiating first test. Here we go. Aha.
- Something's wrong. I'm turning it off. - No, you fool. It'll blow.
This doesn't make any sense. It should work.
The machine didn't have enough power, so we added First Ones Tech.
Then it was blowing out the power grid, so we rerouted it.
Now it's powered, it's functioning, but it won't activate a portal.
It's like there's a key.
Maybe when Catra brings that tech back from the Crimson Waste...
Catra is never coming back from that fool's errand.
The machine is a failure. We're done here. Get out.
- That was just our first test. If we try... - I said, we're done.
Okay, to review, the plants are evil, tech doesn't work,
and sometimes, a sand dune is a pile of very angry, sand-colored snakes.
So, I think we're getting the hang of this.
Why can't I just teleport us to the center of the Waste?
You don't know where it is and would run out of power before we made it.
Oh, thank you for reminding me that my powers are limited.
- You think I don't know...? - Glimmer.
I'm fine.
Where's Adora?
And quicksand. That is now on our list of things to avoid.
Wow, I'm learning so much today.
Adora, you know we support you all the way,
- but maybe we're not prepared for this. - We just need a little rest.
- I'll figure out how to build a shelter... - Or we could go there?
Okay. Problem solved.
We'll get out of the heat, and maybe there's a map or water inside.
Adora, I doubt there's anything useful here.
The Crimson Waste's been abandoned for hundreds of...
Just act tough. Try to blend in.
Ha!
Good afternoon, fellow patrons.
Except, I don't even care if you do have a good afternoon,
- because I'm bad. - Bow.
Hi. Is this the center of the Crimson...?
Excuse me? Hello? We...
Okay, that didn't work.
Adora, I'm not so sure these are the kind of people
we should be asking for help.
Hello. Sorry to interrupt, uh, but we're not from around here,
and we're hoping someone would give us directions?
You're outsiders.
Uh, yeah, I guess we are.
We don't like outsiders here.
And since the Crimson Waste didn't take care of you...
we will.
We didn't mean to disturb you.
There's only two rules in the Crimson Waste.
One, the strong make the rules.
And two, don't annoy me when I eat.
I made rule one. They broke rule two.
Are you all staring at something?
Kids, what are you doing, asking these lowlifes for help?
Don't you know you can't trust anyone in the Crimson Waste?
Up until two minutes ago,
we didn't know there was anyone in the Crimson Waste.
Scoundrels, criminals, outlaws, all of them. Be careful, kids.
Next time, I might not be around to save you.
Oh, wow.
- We need her. - What?
Excuse me? Hi, can we join you? Great.
I'm Adora. This is Bow and Glimmer. And we came to...
Blondie, Boy, Glitter, got it. Huntara. Now what do you want?
- It's Glimmer. Actually, Princess Glimmer. - Oh, a Princess. Me, too.
I'm the Princess of Crimson Waste. Can you tell?
Or am I not sparkly enough for you?
We're looking for something in the center of the Crimson Waste.
It's important we find it. You seem like you know this place well.
Can you take us?
Did you not hear what I just said about trusting people?
Well, yeah, but you said that while saving us.
So, you can't be all bad. What do you say?
Excuse us for one moment.
You sure about this, Adora?
All the scary people are scared of Huntara,
which is not usually a great sign.
We can just ask for a map or...
A map won't get us past the scary plants or quicksand
or whatever else is out there. We need a guide.
If I say no, you'll go out there by yourselves and get killed, is that it?
I mean, not ideally, but yeah.
Looks like you've got yourselves a guide.
Great. See, guys, problem solved.
I know Hordak told me to go away,
but I have some ideas for the portal machine.
Emily, will you cut that...?
Curious.
Okay, Emily, you might have a point.
Quietly, quietly.
Hi.
Get out.
Get out right...
So, heh, for a place that's supposed to be uninhabitable,
the Crimson Waste sure is habited.
Crimson Waste takes in all sorts. They come running from the law,
from their enemies, from different kingdoms.
From the Horde?
The war will destroy all those idiots caught up in it.
What are you running from?
Huntara doesn't run from anything. You got that?
I want to be here.
Wait.
Huh. Not bad, Blondie.
What can I say? I'm a fast learner.
Cocky. Heh. I like that.
Give it some time, you'll do well here.
No, thanks.
This has been a really terrible, snake-filled day.
Honestly, I don't know what we would've done without you.
- We should say something. - No, we are supporting her. Now, shh.
- You shush. Shh. - Shh.
- No, you. Quiet. - What? You.
Your travel companions are loud.
Ha. Well, it's been a long trip from Bright Moon.
Bright Moon?
Listen, I know my tracker pad isn't working,
but I'm sure we're going the wrong way, a different way than we'd been going.
We wouldn't be going anywhere without Huntara.
- This is probably just a shortcut. - We're here.
Uh...
We're where?
This can't be the center of the Crimson Waste.
There's nothing here. There has to be something here.
I was so sure. The message said...
What?
Adora.
For the honor of...
Paralyzing darts.
But you probably figured that out, being a fast learner and all.
Outsiders are a risk to all of us.
I did tell you not to trust anyone, Blondie.
Ta-da! I made you soup. Soup always makes me feel better.
Okay, I know one big soup is probably better,
but they're so cute.
I am not discussing this.
Your armor,
- it's holding you together. - It is none of your concern.
You're from another planet. That thing in the vitrine looks like you.
You've got tech compensating for your body.
As a scientist, I'm not going to stop until I figure out what's going on.
Now, tell me everything.
You wanna know what I am?
I am a clone.
A clone of the Emperor of the Known Universe.
Horde Prime.
Horde Prime cloned himself, building an army to conquer all he saw.
Planets, worlds, galaxies fell before us.
I was his top general.
But there was a defect in my cloning,
and defects are worthless to Prime.
I was sent to die on the front lines.
But during battle, a portal opened and sent me crashing to Etheria.
Stranding me here.
With nothing but a broken ship, I built an empire.
When my portal opens, I shall bring forth my brothers' armies
to crush the Rebellion.
And Horde Prime will see that he was wrong.
I am not a defect.
I am worth something.
But my portal machine does not work.
I haven't conquered the planet.
I could not even clone a new body for myself.
Perhaps...
Perhaps Prime was right.
I am a failure.
Oh, no, no, no. I'm listening. I heard you.
I've got an idea, but I need my tools. Be right back.
Okay, ninth time's the charm.
Everyone, hold on. One, two...
Bow, are you okay?
Luckily, everyone landing on my ribs distracts from the other bruises.
I'll get it this time. Hold on.
I'm sick of this.
We've been tricked, robbed, temporarily paralyzed.
- Now we're stuck here in the middle of... - Glimmer.
I mean, I'm so glad we finally got out of there.
Adora?
Having this mission made me feel in control.
After the last few days,
I really needed it. I needed answers.
I thought if I found out more about Mara, I'd find out more about myself,
where I came from and why.
And we'll still get those answers. We're not beat yet.
Sure, this road trip has been kind of a disaster.
Pretty standard for us.
But we know you're going through a lot, and we've got your back,
whatever you need to do.
Besides, it's not like you stole our weapons and left us stranded.
- It's Huntara. - Exactly. It's Huntara's fault.
No. It's Huntara.
Ooh, this is gonna be so much fun.
I do not need your help in this.
Everybody needs help sometimes.
And you shouldn't be upset that you're not perfect. Take Emily.
Her programming is glitchy, the left leg sticks, and she's loud.
Emily's got quirks, but that's why I like her.
Imperfection is what makes scientific experimentation possible.
Imperfection is beautiful.
At least to me.
Stand here.
And you're really way too obsessed with this whole failure thing.
- I mean, I'm a failure. Shh. - You are not a...
I don't fit in.
I became friends with Adora, but she abandoned me.
Then I became friends with Catra, but she doesn't talk to me anymore.
But that doesn't mean I give up.
I scrounged up more pieces of First Ones Tech,
and I can't think of a better use for it than this.
Ta-da!
Your armor is more of an exoskeleton now.
The tech compensating for your organic body.
What does it feel like?
Powerful.
I...
I acknowledge the work you put into this.
It is very
technologically sound.
Uh... No matter what you say, you are not a failure.
- Any who discount you are utter fools. - Thanks.
I like being friends with you, too.
What do you think this one does?
Stop messing around.
Come on, we're just having fun.
Didn't you see the shock on those outsiders' faces?
Oh, look at this.
I think Huntara liked them.
Are you feeling guilty?
I did what I had to to keep us all safe.
You mean, keep yourself safe.
You act so tough,
but you're running scared from something, just like the rest of us.
I don't run away from anything. I am Huntara of the Crimson Waste.
Nice. I'm Princess Glimmer of Bright Moon, and I sparkle.
That's mine.
Then come and take it.
That's mine.
Then come and take it.
Ha!
Quick, time for She-Ra.
Wait. You know about She-Ra?
Know about She-Ra?
I am She-Ra.
For the honor of Grayskull.
She-Ra is a person?
Where did you hear about She-Ra?
After all, it's not like it's something they teach you in the Horde.
I was a Horde soldier.
They told us we were heroes freeing Etheria from the evil Princesses.
But when I saw what we were doing, how Hordak just threw soldiers away.
Well, you know what we saw. You were one of us.
That's where you learned to fight, isn't it?
- I'd recognize that training anywhere. - You deserted. I did, too.
- And I joined the Rebellion. - Then you're a fool.
One girl can't make a difference against the Horde,
even a tall shiny girl like you.
- It's useless to try. - Maybe, but I'm not alone.
I won't stand by and watch people get hurt.
And I won't run away.
Huntara, I need your help.
I need you to help us find what we came for.
Together, we can all bring this war to an end.
You need to drop your weapons.
Come on, Huntara, let's grab our loot and go.
You're right. What I saw in the Horde scared me, and I ran.
But I'm not gonna run anymore.
I face my problems head-on.
And if you're trying to stop the war,
then I will do what I can to help you.
Come on. We've got lots of ground to cover before we reach the ship.
What ship?
Adora...
what is that?
It's...
It's Mara's ship.