#vultak

I drew Vultak since i felt like i needed another villain in my Bakery AU

Me: Alright, the Evil Warriors were hard but I did alright with their AU Designs... Who’s Next?

The Evil Horde:*exist*

Me:.... Great.

Horda- no, Hec-Tor. He'd have to get used to saying that again. It was strange to reclaim his old name, he hadn't been called that in- what has it now- 40 yernz? No. 39. 9 long solar-cycles on the frontlines and 30 acursed ones on that backwater mudball planet. A world of stailmates and incompatence. He felt like he lost IQ points only by being there. Nothing good came out of that world... well...

That brought him back to the matter at hand. There was one good thing, one wonderful thing that he would endure a thousand yernz of Etheria for.

Entrapta.

Who was in the middle of swinging from the ceiling side to side. The ex-Princess bounced from pipe to pipe, decorating the briefing-chamber. The main corridor was already covered in ornaments and so were most of the rechargeing-chambers. She just seemed to have limitless energy at all times. It was astaunding.

Suddenly without warning Entrapta flung herself into Hordak's arms, cousing him to drop his warm drink. He cought her of course, luck enough he had his armour on, if not his arms might've just snapped off from their sockets. He gave her the same look he always have her back in their Sanctum on Etheria, a look Entrapta was all too familar with. The 'You could've hurt yourself, please be more careful' look. The frown was met with the scientist's smile and the worry melted away quickly.

"Not bad." They heard from the war-table. Despara looked over the decorations on the walls, "A little more lights than necessary, bbbbbut not bad. For a native." She stated hands on her hips.

"Despie." Hec-Tor narrowed his blood red eyes at her. Entrapta didn't seem to have cought the meaning between the lines, so she just thanked her for the complement. Hec-Tor knew that things were going to be tence when he announced that Entrapta was staying with the team onboard the Annihilation. Clones hated natives. Any natives. Manufactured clones not belonging anywhere was a hard sense of reality to tackle, especially when you visit so many worlds, with some many 'normal' species. Everybody considers themselves normal and the constant, and many 'proud' races wished to mention that to the clones' faces. A lot. Normal became a negative concept. And native became an insult.

Hec-Tor wouldn't have that, not to Entrapta.

"What? I didn't mean anything by it." Despara spread her arms out and up and shrugged off the stare. Her gaze returned to a holographic list displayed on the war-table, breaking eye contact and exiting the converstaion.

Entrapta planted a small kiss on the ex-General's forehead with a giggle, "I tried my best to make it look as proper as possible. I got a few pointers from Moe. I know how important this tradition thing is to you." She said as she booped the tip of Hec-Tor's nasal cavity.

Hec-Tor felt like he could melt.

"Thank you. I hope... I hope you don't feel obligated to do it. No one is forcing you to do this. I wish for this to be a comfortable space for you."

"Oh it is. I have company in the rafters with Imp and Vultak. I get to bake cupcakes with alien ingredients, I can explore the ever-expanding universe with my lab-partner and the TECH! Oh the tech! It's all such a gift. I just wanted to thank you for what you've given me."

Hec-Tor was speechless, no words would've ever done justice to this woman. He met her forehead with his, ears low, and began to chirp to her ear as he pulled her in tighter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Hec-Tor felt her hair coil around his torso, even a small sneaky tenticle crept under his skirt.

Luckily for Despara, who tried her best to ignore the two, they heard the hanger doors open and the rest of the squad walked in. Almost as if an invisible wall formed between them, the two parted, rose red eminating from their cheeks. Hec-Tor was the first to clear his throat and speak up.

"Mission went well, I hope." He stated nerviously.

Modulok turned his two heads to him his right head spoke, "Yeah, yeah, got two guys tied up in the undercarriage. Oh hey! You got the ornaments ready."

"Ya hah! And I also made cake." Entrapta stepped forth and exclaimed.

"We know that's why we threw it out and I baked a new one. To void mass food poisoning, you understand." Mosquitor mentioned matter-of-factly with a finger swirling around.

"Correction. We threw out most of the old cake, there's a slice left. Cakes all cut up so no one knows who'll get it. Like a birthday Russian roulette." Modulok gestured jazz hands as he sat at the war-table.

Dragstor sat down beside him, "I don't know what any of those two things you just said were. But I'll risk it. I'm starving... seriously I just got out of a three month recharging coma." He said taking off his breathing apparatus, straight away taking a spoonfull of cake into his left port in his cheek.

"Just don't clog yourself like you did back in the bar. We know you can only consume liquids." Vultak stated as he perched on a metal beam above with young Imp in his lap.

Mantenna, Leech and Zed sat down in silence, eyes rolling at the nusence coming out of the others' mouths. Dylamug turned on the jukebox they stole a few raids ago, filling the room with calming atmosphereic classical music. Hec-Tor and Entrapta joined the rest at the table. The mad-scientist turned to her lab-partner with stars in her eyes, "Happy Naming Seremony, Hordikins."

"Thank you... for everything."

The Elite Horde (3/3): Redesigned members of the Evil Horde from the original cartoon/toy line to fit within the Netflix She-ra cartoon.

Vulrak was an evil Zookeeper/poacher in the old show. 

Now, what we see from the new show, Hordak doesn’t seem the the type to keep a personal menagerie. So what role could Vultrak fill?

A warbeast tamer.

A guy who grumbles about the good old days when the horde hadn’t fully built up its technological base, and when they used to have do things the more fun way, before all the automation.

So in modern times he just sits in his office, doing paperwork.

-Mission File: 'The Defects'-

♤Hordak-218,666 - Designation: Hec-Tor

Status: Functional

Class: Regular

The unit is the second youngest of the squadron, however has proven to be effective, successful and listed as worth recloning. This unit is the only regular trooper and therefore assuming the role of leader. The unit provides all the advantages of a standard model of clone.

♡Hordak-211,114 - Designation: Modulok

Status: Functional

Class: Defect

The unit at first showed no signs of defection, however, over time the unit's molecular bonds began to weaken and detirorate. Which gave the unit ability to transmute between solid, liquid and gas states. A multi-bot drone had been asigned to the unit, to act as a skeleton to stablise and control the transformations. This unit is the oldest of the squadron.

♢Hordak-217,458 - Designation: Vultak

Status: Functional

Class: Defect

The unit at first showed no signs of defection, however, over time the unit's mitosis process increased dramatically. The cell divison resulted in arm and back growths, which configurated into large wing-like structures. Due to defection implants were installed vice clamps at the feet and a radar modual in the skull to aid with high altitude flights.

♧Hordak-212,287 - Designation: Mosquitor

Status: Functional

Class: Defect

The unit showed signs of defection immediately, weak, fragile skin formed. Unable to survive any atmosphere. An exo-skeleton suit had been commissioned to incase the organs in a 'walking hospital bed', by Hordak-211,114 (Modulok). The suit was armed with long range weaponary and equipped with an artilary mode, creating a perfect sniper.

♤Hordak-213,333 - Designation: Leech

Status: Functional

Class: Defect

The unit at first showed no signs of defection, however, over time the bone structure surfaced, covering the skin. Unfortunetly causing the unit's jaw to snap off, replaced by cybernetic mandibles. The unit also infamously developed a secondary muscle tissue system consisting of movable coils. Which sprout and retract through the unit's palms. The tendrils were converted into electrical whips.

♡Hordak-211,114.5 - Designation: Despara

Status: Functional

Class: Horde-Bot

Sub-Class: AITM (Artifitial Intelligence Torture Mech)

The unit is not an offical clone even though registered as a Hordak. The unit is an A.I. system isolated in a a suit of armour, constructed by Hordak-211,114 (Modulok). The mech armour had been converted from an ancient coffin. The unit is capable of engulfing and trapping a wearer, interogating them with sonic emitters, searing plating and electricution.

Caution Note: The unit has shown instinces of outbursts of murderous violence towards her fellow troopers. Only regular units however. The unit has been scedualed for an inspection after the mission.

♢Hordak-214,221 - Designation: Dragstor

Status: Recharging

Class: Ex-Enhancer/Defect

The unit at first showed no signs of defection, however, over time neurons in the unit's brain-modual began to break down, slowing electrical impulses. Resulting in decrease of brain-modual function. The unit was asigned to periodical recharge times and recharge stations to pump repair nano-bots to reconstruct neurons faster than they could break down.

Project Spirit Note: The unit was originally a part of an experimental project, so the unit was repurposed rather than thrown out. Project Spirit providing enhanced speed. (Full potential not tested)

♧Hordak-213,858 - Designation: Dylamug

Status: Functional

Class: Horde-Bot

Sub-Class: Waste-Disposal

The unit is not an offical clone even though registered as a Hordak. The unit is a repurposed prototype of a waste-disposal drone that had been discontinued. The unit was converted into a secondary torture apparatus, informally codenamed: 'Despara's lil RoBro'. The unit had been equipped with multiple mechanical arms, a human sized vat of acid and brute stature.

♤Hordak-216,773 - Designation: Mantenna

Status: Functional

Class: Defect

The unit at first showed no signs of defection, however, over time the bone structure began to elongate and expand. Forcing the skull are to cave in, painfully. Lose of sight enhanced the unit's echo-location skills. The bone growths resulted in the formation of a pair of hind legs and sharp talons. The skull area was reconstructed, gifting the unit with a uni-beam laser emitter where the eyes once were.

♡Hordak-###,### - Designation: Zed

Status: Functional

Class: Hybrid

-Classified-File not found-Classified-

Modulok: "Yeah. Lucky for you we give the victim the ultimate choice. Noose or the chair? :)"

Catra: "You serious?"

Vultak: "Yeah girl, we're an execution squad, not monsters. You also have a right to a final meal, phone call and statement of your final wishes. Now, personally I'd go with the noose."

Despara: "Uh, of course you'd choose the noose you always get to do the hanging. Nah, chair. It'll be quicker."

Vultak: "You're just saying that couse you wanna kill her yourself, you hippocrite!"

Dragstor: "Hey, you guys have the highest kill counts, no fair! I haven't got to kill in months!"

Vultak: "You stay out of this!"

Despara: "Is that what it's about?!"

Vultak: "Hec-Tor said she goes for five points and I need anything I can get to over take Dy on the leader board for second place!"

Despara/Modulok: "Five points?! ...Jinx. Damn it."

*clones arguing in the background*