The Return to Beast Island

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[TW: ANGST, PANIC ATTACK. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.]

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"Well, based on diagnostics that I've done on Darla's system, the only thing I've managed to get was what we've already heard," Entrapta was spinning around in her chair as the crew was in her lab back in Dryl.

Nova and the others were standing together as the princess put her hand on her chin, trying to think as she spun around.

Dryl had certainly seen better days, although the reconstruction process wasn't all too bad. It looked like it did before, just newer and more fortified in a sense.

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Nova and Catra had their hands together, the wolf's ears twitching with curiosity as she stepped forward.

"I'm assuming from what I asked Darla back before we found Melog?"

Melog meowed, tilting their head.

"Exactly," Entrapta typed away on the keyboard, running through more diagnostics and charts, going through the historic data she pulled from the ship.

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"Hm..."

"There's this odd bit of code here..." She noticed a few patterns in a set of arrays full of numbers and letters that didn't seem to make any sense. The writing wasn't Etherian, much less anything else that she recognized.

"Hm... this could take a bit."

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Nova blinked, letting out a quick and quiet sigh. She really wanted answers. But she understood that she needed to be patient with the process.

She bit at her lip, replaying the visions she'd seen in her mind. That voice... it sounded familiar, yet strange to her all at once.

The wolf became more tense as she delved into thought, unable to rid herself of each vision. All of those weird dreams back in the Horde, the visions when she met Razz, it felt so... confusing.

And these wouldn't just be answers for her, but answers for her friends. If this could help them, she had to take this chance. That's what she was planning on.

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Maybe by doing this... it'll help alleviate some of that fear. Of just... everything.

But with Catra here... my...

Nova squeezed Catra's hand once.

My fiancé...

It feels like things might be okay.

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"A-ha!" Entrapta would cheer, finding something.

The squad regrouped at Entrapta's monitor, watching as many different letters and patterns crossed the screen at crazy speeds.

"My computers were able to decrypt some of the weird swatches of code, and it looks like I've managed to translate them."

"However, the words seem to be separate, meaning they must form some sort of phrase or message."

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Nova watched as the words would form in the code, one of the letters in each word constantly changing or glitching. It was almost like whoever programmed this was trying to make sure that nobody could understand it.

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