Gems in the rough
Hey everyone! So this is my first Steven Universe fanfiction. That being said there may be a few things out of order from the original Steven Universe canon, like how Alexandrite is here but just note this takes place in an alternate universe and that there will be an explanation behind why she is so small as well as a explanation for Obsidian being a male gem. So please be patient and enjoy!
Chapter 1: War brings out the worst in Gems
OBSIDION
The third sun is setting behind the luscious blue of the Jasperine Sea. It would be breathtaking if there were not so many destroyed vehicles, weapons lying about in the sandy beach, and countless of gem shards scattered around. In this waste I find the contact just where she said she would be, right underneath a wrecked battle mech. As I enter the surprisingly large space I take notice of her appearance. This gem seems to be smaller than most quartz but larger than a peridot, hopefully she wasn't followed. Heck, I still have no clue if I was followed but unless I want to be cleaved into shards I need to complete this contract. "Pretty big waste of gear, wouldn't you agree?' is the only thing this gem says to me. "Yes but all for a worthy cause" is my only response, after which the messenger reaches inside of her own gem and gives me a radio cube, a direct link to my client. Before activating the cube though I see that mystery gem stare at me one moment and then is gone the next, 'Note to self-learn how to do that, may come in handy later on' I think before addressing the task at hand.
I give the cube a swift turn to the right 180 degrees and then rotate it 45 degrees towards me activating the encrypted channel and wait as the hologram comes into focus. While waiting for the connection to open I look around wondering if anyone had found out about my intentions but, that would be impossible I didn't speak a word at that forward op base. Maybe one of them read my mind like back on Regis 5, no I'm just being paranoid again. Suddenly I hear a small rustling noise coming from behind me. I swirl around to meet my foe, the hind of my black trench coat whipping in the circle of dust that I just created. My eyes scan for anything out of place, just as everything settles and I start to go back to waiting something jumps on top of me pinning me to the floor. As my vision adjusts all I can see through my glasses are of tri blade knives mere inches of from my lip and then I hear a voice that both sends shivers down my spine and makes me want a hug. My sister Alexandrite, has finally arrived.
ALEXANDRITE
"You've lost your touch big bro" is all I can really say to him. I mean this is the 8th time I have pinned him to the ground, daggers drawn. I mean after the 6th time he should be at least expecting me to spring onto him. I giggle a little bit when he tries to get me off of him, it's funny to watch him squirm underneath me while my knives are so close to his face. I mean I don't mean to hurt him in anyway but he always has to be so serious on these jobs. Anyway after about 2 minutes of him struggling he finally musters enough strength to literally launch me off his chest sending me summersaulting back in to the far wall. "You know if you and I weren't working together…" I cut him of "you would shred me to pieces and sell my shards for gear, I know the whole spiel bro, and can you for once just calm down and enjoy life?" I pause to let him think on it for a moment letting one of my hands shapeshift while he takes his time. Not even 2 seconds pass before he says his usual remark "You know drite your right I need to lighten up". And with that he opens his arms and offers me a hug. I run into his arms and accept it only to find that his right hand has grabbed the back of my neck. Using almost none of his strength he lifts me off the dirt almost effortlessly, I squirm to try to get free but I already know what he is going to say. "Alexandrite you do something like that again I will hit you harder than that fusion Garnet's gauntlet punch, GOT IT!" After acknowledging my mistake, he lowers me to the ground and gives me a real hug. As we separate we both start to wonder around the general area, I end up on the far side of the enclosure leaning on the mech's wrecked plasma cannon, stretching out while he just stares intimidatingly at the radio cube in between us. Not long after, about say 10 minutes of silence the cube bursts to life with a holoimage. On instinct we both stand and salute our client but while our physical forms are calm and collected beneath our clothes, we both are shocked to see the client, well I should say more like supreme commander, White Diamond.
She looks more stunning than the murals could ever portray her. Unlike most other diamonds, White Diamond's form consists of a tall and slender body with gentle facial features, and her clothes; whiter than a neutron star. Usually a Gem of this importance wouldn't really need to call people like us unless the job was intended to be a suicide mission. I'm first to cut the awkward silence "Greetings um…your majesty how can we be of assistance". Her tone was firm but calm, as if we were her children "What I am in need of Agent Fate is you and your supposed brother, Agent Time is a job that no one I have talked to in the past has ever been able to complete". I look over at Obsidian, his bandana is hiding his mouth but I can tell by how much his red eyes are lighting up, he's really excited to do this mission.
OBSIDIAN
I am really excited about this mission. Why? Well here's the skinny. The target is on the same planet we are on for once, meaning we won't have to take time out of the way to get to whatever back water world they're hiding. Also the soon to be dead gem is right at the front lines or that's what White Diamond has told us. There is just problem that has got me so ticked off that I call the Supreme leader out on it. I start pacing, thinking about how to ask without being rude. But I decide just to be blunt with it. "So let me get this straight boss, you need the best assassins in the crystal empire to go to the front, sneak into an armed regiment of quartz gems to assassinate a little insignificant, scrawny, unimportant blue pearl?" by this point my voice, though slightly muffled by the bandana around my mouth, has raised enough that both drite and the White Diamond both flinch. As I'm about to protest more Alexandrite steps over to me and smacks me, though it looks rather ridiculous seeing a 5 foot 4-inch gem slapping a 6-foot crystal. "Obsidian" she says in that sweet voice before throwing her scarf over her shoulder, "maybe if you'd shut up for a moment and let our Diamond continue, then you could understand why; please continue my Diamond". White Diamond regained her composure, and replied "This unimportant pearl has shattered eighty previous assassins I have sent. She then to fled her responsibilities and it is believed she may try to join the rebellion. She is also holding a key piece of intel that could give them an edge". Alexandrite always was a kiss up but it worked cause now we know why a pearl was the target. But eighty professional assassins shattered?! There's no way a single pearl could do that. Drite shoots me a nervous glance but then holds up three fingers. I nod slightly and try to eloquently word my response but … it comes out little more blunt than I wanted it to; "So in basic terms here you're sending two more assassins to kill a pearl that has caused more trouble than she is worth. With that taken into account the price has gone up by 30 percent agreed?" White diamond looks away for a moment to speak with some advisor or someone out of sight. She returns her focus to us and nods in agreement. After a few minutes of banter mostly about the location, our cover and ways of killing the traitor, White Diamond bade us farewell with those words that make us grin "Finish this job successfully and your payment will be put into your accounts". With that the image fades causing the cube to self-detonate taking the spot we were just at with it, luckily we are used to that happening a lot. As we race each other back to the FOB both of us neck and neck a thought crosses my mind for just a brief moment, who is helping this pearl and how in the name of pink diamond did they kill eighty assassins?