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☆ 08 - Salineas, part 1

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Sabre stands at the head of a large Horde war ship as it sails its way toward a looming castle on the skyline. A fleet of smaller ships flanks on both sides -- clearly a naval assault in progress.

She clutches a tracker pad in her hand, which she inputs things into or reads things off of occasionally, and snaps orders at soldiers and Force Captains as they come to her with questions or updates. And as soon as they disappear, she exits her stiff-straight, authoritative posture and leans against the helm a little, queasy.

Fuck water. Fuck boats.

She straightens up after a few moments of contemplating just barfing over the side of the boat, roughly thumbing at the tracker pad until it pulls up a video feed -- Adora stares back at her, apparently somewhere in the belly of the ship. An armory, perhaps?

"Hey, Adora! We're almost to Salineas. How're the preparations going?"

"We've finished checking all the equipment. And then I checked it again, just to be sure, so it's definitely--" Adora pauses as she considers Sabre's face, her expression turning sympathetic. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather help with the preparations below d--"

Sabre groans, cutting her off. "Ugh, I'm fine." She'd rather be seasick with a breeze and fresh air than in the cramped belly of the ship. Especially with everyone running around asking questions and making noise. And triple-checking blaster cannons that are definitely working. "Now c'mon, get it up here! Make Scorpia handle the rest of it."

Adora opens her mouth like she might object -- typical Adora, trying to do everything herself, be involved with everything -- but Sabre just turns the tracker pad off before she can get it out. She turns her gaze back to the looming threat ahead of them, ruthlessly pushing down any apprehension. She needs this to go off without a hitch -- to get Shadow Weaver off her back, and to convince Hordak she deserves to be where she is. It's just one princess, a nearly-broken defensive wall, and a whole bunch of water. What could go wrong?

(She doesn't answer that to herself.)

Instead she turns as she watches Adora hurry her way topside, making her way over to Sabre with a smile. Sabre puts a hand on her hip, feeling a sudden wave of confidence. Where did that come from?

"C'mon. We've got a princess to defeat."