Rogelio fails to turn up to training. As force captain of her group, Adora must either take the punishment or deliver it to them herself.
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"Adora, will you chill out?" Catra scoffed from the bed. "If he doesn't turn up, he gets into trouble. It's as simple as that," She picked at her nails. Adora continued scrolling through the pad, pacing nervously. She was checking the door log history; desperate to try and locate the wayward Rogelio before he missed a mandatory training session. "But if he misses it, you know what they'll do to him," She argued. "Or make me do to him," She added softly. Catra sighed. "Well... refuse. Say it's a personal conflict of interest or some shit," She shrugged. Adora snorted bitterly. "You think Shadow Weaver, or Hordak, will listen to that? If anything the punishment will be worse for trying to get out of it,"

She sighed angrily.

The door hissed open, revealing two forms. "Oh, Lonnie, Kyle," Adora sighed. Lonnie shrugged, while Kyle winced. "Nothing?" Adora clarified. Catra dropped down from her bunk. "Where the hell has he gone? There's no record of him on the door logs either," She began to rub her arms. Lonnie shrugged again. "Listen, he's a big boy. If he misses training, he'll be punished. Simple as,"

Catra clucked her tongue. "Thank you!" She sang, opening the door. "Now come on. We don't wanna get beat as well,"

Adora led the way, continuing to check the pad for any recent history on Rogelio, only glancing up to move away from walls or closed doors. Catra felt the worry radiating from her body. She placed a clawed hand on her shoulder. "It'll be fine. Just think of it as another training session," Catra tried. Adora looked up, not smiling. "What? Where he's tied up, and I beat him 'till he's black and blue? Yeah, training,"

~

Catra paced nervously in the barracks later that night. "She should've been back by now!" She hissed. Kyle remained quiet, while Lonnie flicked through Adora's unlocked Force Captain tab for the door histories. "There's still no sign of Rogelio either," She said. Catra scoffed. "I don't care about that idiot, I care about Adora!" She swiped at the metal wall, indenting it with four lines. "Why? They'll only be telling her how to beat him," Lonnie nonchalantly swiped through the pad. Catra growled. "That's not the point," She hissed. Lonnie tutted. "They ain't gone hurt her,"

Catra saw red as she grabbed the girl by her shirt, hauling her up high. "She's taking his punishment, damn it!" Lonnie's eyes widened. "But-but missing a mandatory training session without authorisation is a beating!" She stuttered. Before Catra could retort with something sarcastic, the barrack doors opened. "She'll need to ice her bruises and set her wrist," Force Captain Octavia spat as she threw Adora's broken form through the door. Catra hissed at her for good measure. Octavia dropped something over her shoulder as the door hissed shut. Lonnie picked it up. "Paracetamol," She turned the bottle over. "It's a pain killer," She mused. Catra snatched the bottle and rushed over. "Get her some water," She spat.

"Adora?" Catra questioned. Her face was barely recognisable. Her left eye was swollen shut, her lip was split, and Christ knows how long her right eyebrow had been dripping blood into her eye... Adora groaned softly. "Hi," She whispered. Catra snorted. "Take these, idiot," She shoved the pills into Adora's mouth, tipping water in after. The blonde girl gagged. Maybe Catra hadn't given her enough water? She tipped in more.

Adora sputtered, sitting up. She winced, grabbing her wrist tightly. "Still no Rogelio?" She mumbled around her swollen lip. Lonnie was by her side, holding an arm out. "Nah. Leave him. After this, it's down to Shadow Weaver to punish him," Catra caught the way Lonnie's eyes darkened slightly. Huh.

"Let's get you into bed and that wrist set,"