Alright this story is really meant for a certain type of reader (if you're interested in Tom Clancy's style of writing than you should like this) ,but as I add more to it and hopefully get more feedback I will try to make it more for a broader audience. I hope to update once weekly, or at the very least monthly. Please leave any comments, critiques, suggestions, or other such things in the reveiws.

Anyway quick summary of the universe/plot of this story, it will start just at the beginning of Ep 50 S 1 The Return. So as the summary stated Mayor Dewey decides that local law enforcement and emergency response agencies won't be enough to (given that Beach City is based off of the real life Ocean City which as of 2010 had a population of just over 7,000) safely evacuate the citizens of Beach City. He calls in the National Guard and gives them the situation. They then send an immediate distress call to any near by military outpost, as they are just barely a company of infantry and two light armoured platoons, (108 foot soldiers and 6 Stryker APCs plus crews and mechanics for their vehicles ) and the nearest units that are able to respond are the 1st/5th Marine Raiders infantry battalion and the 3rd Marines Expeditionary Unit, which had just dropped off the 1st/5th after their tour in Afghanistan. (Yes I know that World War 2 didn't happen or in the words of the SU wiki "World War II has not happened" in the SU universe and because of that fact many people within the SU fan base jump to the conclusion that a war between humans has never happen, which is beyond ridiculous.)

I haven't decided yet if I want to have the Marine battalion be tied to some other government agency that looks for gem stuff or if I want them to be stand alone but I definitely want to include that element into the story. I do hope that you will leave me critiques and suggestions in the reviews.

So let's get into the actual story.

Chapter 1

The Citizen Soldier

The constant beating of the CH-35E's blades was all that kept Cpt. John Cupal from sleep. That and the heat of 50 some bodies crammed into a space the size of a school bus. John was fine with not sleeping, he still had the dreams and waking up screaming on a packed helo wasn't the best idea. Still he knew that he was low on energy and needed rest, so he tried once again to close his eyes and block out the roar of the engines. He remained like this, still and tense, for many five minutes before he opened his eyes again and looked once more around the cabin.

The Marines on either side of him were all trying to do the same or had found ways to entertain themselves. He saw that a group of four or five was playing dice on an area of the floor they had cleared of rucksacks and rifles. To the left of him two more were passing a flask between themselves.

John couldn't help but smile to himself. If where three months ago he crack both of them upside the head, but now that his battalion was back in the states he really couldn't care less. Most of the marines here where half his age, but he be damned if they couldn't drink him under the table. Besides everyone deserved a little R&R. The Korengal valley had been rough and most of his 135 man company had been replaced or injured during their almost 2 year tour. He was glad that this time they would only be helping with evacuations.

He and the other Captains had already been briefed, but something still felt off. The Colonel had told them that they were helping an understaffed National Guard unit evac the town because a large tidal wave was headed towards the city, but no major news network had reported anything like that, and on small local blog kept posting what had to be really good photoshopped images of a hand shaped ship above the city. John trusted his commanding officer, but he couldn't shake the feeling that those photos were the real thing. Of course everyone knew something had been on earth thousands of years ago, there were the hundreds of man shaped holes in that small canyon in Nevada and the other one in the middle of Keystone. There were also the odd crystal pads that dotted the globe and the broken down spaceships in Brazil, and of course there were always the massive monsters made of light with gemstones on their bodies. Maybe who or whatever had left those behind had come back.

John thought about that for a second and shuddered. He had see those gem monsters in action, see the way they ripped through kevlar like tissue paper and took 5.56s like they were BB guns, and then suddenly burst into smoke after enough rounds hit them. They were dangerous if an inexperienced squad came across them, but professional soldiers like himself could take them down easy. They were powerful, but not very bright and tended to attack what ever was the most immediate threat was. John shook the thought out of his head and concentrated on what the current mission was. He would need to deploy his men around the city and use sweep and clear tactics to clear every house, apartment, and shop in the city. He would also need to make it clear to his men that their weapons were only being brought...to do what. That also didn't make sense, if they were doing evac work why were they all decked out in full combat kit. Colonel Davis had said that they should gear up as though they were going into a two night firefight. But again John shook the thoughts from his head. If there was a tidal wave coming towards the city it could easily wipe it off the map and he didn't have time to think over what ifs and could bes. The officer veteran reached into the top left pocket of his gear and pulled out a map of the city. He looked it over and started marking places for units to go.

"Captain, you look like you could use a drink," John looked up to see his company Gunnery Sergeant half standing half squatting over him, with the flask he had seen the two Marines passing back and forth earlier and a half smile half smirk. John could smell cheap whisky from miles away and this stuff certainly fit the bill. John briefly considered saying no and then thought about the fact that he was still running on what amounted to four hours of bad sleep. The stuff would taste like shit, but at least he could get an hour or two of shut eye.

"Thanks King," John said as he grabbed the cold, aluminium flask from the southern blackmans hand and took two big gulps. The alcohol burned on the way down and John had to stifle a burp.

"You doing okay Cap? I know that you didn't sleep well last night," King asked, with a worried almost fatherly look on his face. John always found it funny how even though he was nearly twice Kings age, the Gunnery Sergeant was a constant source of advice and comfort. Made sense, the man had to little girls in Empire state after all and was the man of the house after both his dad and older brother walked out.

"I'm doing just fine King," John said sarcastically, handing the flask back to him, "I still have the dreams. You just don't forget that,"

"Everyone makes mistakes Sir and yours can't be entirely blamed on you. We all fucked that one up,"

"Yah thanks King, I'm gonna try and get some shut eye. Wake me when we're 5 minutes out k,"

"I got you Cap,: King said and sat across from John. John closed his eyes and felt the whisky work it's magic. So he was out cold.

The fire, it was everywhere. Climbing up the wall of the buildings around him. John could hear the sound of jets off in the distance their thunderous boom getting louder, until it was a cacophony of sound blaring in his ear drums. He heard the explosions of napalm and watched as another apartment building was engulfed in flame, the F-22 Raptors soaring past like angles of death. The world around john was nothing but fire, destruction and death. The screams of hundreds of people filled his ears till all he could do was drop to his knees han covering his head and wait for them to stop.

John knew they would stop, they always did. The faceless shout and wails of agony slowly faded until there was nothing but silence. John opened his eyes and looked down, and there it was. Three feet of steel and carbon fiber dubbed the M16A4. A sharpened bayonet fastened to the end of it. The point gleamed and it almost seemed as though the weapon was calling to him. John new he was asleep and often wondered what would happen if he refused to pick up the weapon. "Would I sleep forever?" John thought as his right hand wrapped itself around the weapon. He hefted it up, knowing that it should be light, but instead was heavy. John heard the all too familiar scrape of sand under worn shoes behind him. He turn automatically, like a programed machine and thrust the weapon forward, feeling the blade at the end pierce it's target. It was a man, his face covered with cloth and a mask. John knew that if he removed there would be nothing but shadows.

The man's body went stiff for a moment, as he grabbed the barrel shroud of the rifle, his knuckles white. He look briefly into John's eyes, a mixture of sorrow and hate, before he went limp and fell to the ground like a puppet who strings had been cut. There were more now, surrounding John. They carried clubs, knives, chairs, hatches, anything that they could kill will. The wasn't a gun among them and they had no hand to hand combat training, but that mattered little. John knew that there were hundreds of them and that he could only kill so many. Still he would fight, maybe hoping that if did manage to kill all of them the dreams would die with them.

One of them stepped forward, a rusted chain in hand. He was young, maybe only fourteen, but he had chosen his path. The boy began to twirl the chain, slowly a first, and then fast till it was little more than a blur. He then swung it, trying to smash the Marines face. But he was slow and predictable.

John brought the butt of the weapon up and wrapped the chain around it. He then pulled it down, ripping the chain from the teens hand and brought it around, slamming it into the boy's head with a sickening crack. John then side stepped as a man with an axe rushed him, and brought the blade of his bayonet down, across the man's back. Another stepped forward, with a butcher's knife and began slicing at the Captain, each stroke coming within inches of him. John waited and the as the man struck a little too far and a little too wide, John rushed forward. He speared the man and flung his body in the mass of waiting fighters.

"Well? Come one then! Take me down!" John screamed at the hundreds of men around him. There was a pause, if only a second, and then they were upon him. Swarming him like rats, John could only take down five or six of them before they tackled him to the ground, screaming like an animal. John knew what would happen next and he could only wait, before she came and then he would wake up. He screwed his eyes shut and waited, but she never came.

"Captain, wake up," King said shaking John awake.

He blinked his eyes several times, trying to get a bearing on his surroundings. He was still on the chopper, the continuous thump of the rotors bringing him back to reality. John looked at King and could see worry on the Sergeant's face.

"You good Cap?" King asked in his usual worried father tone.

"I'm fine Gunny," John said, shaking the sleep from his head, "How far out are we?"

"Five minutes, just like you said," King replied.

"Good, cause I really gotta piss,"

"How much longer till we reach the planet's surface?" Jasper asked with an annoyed tone. She was getting tired of waiting. She wanted to see Rose now, and break her, see her beg to let what was left of her armies go before they too were shattered. A smile grew across her face at the thought.

"I keep telling you I won't know until I complete my scan of the planet's atmosphere. It's been over 5,000 years Jasper, the planet could have changed dramatically," Peridot said with an equally annoyed tone.

Jasper turned and left the control room walkin at a brisk pace towards the training room floor. She needed to do something besides read old data logs on the planet. She was a taction and understood the point of intelligence about your opponent, but she and already fought Rose's armies, she had already lost friends to them, and for Diamonds sake she had been made on the planet. The place was nothing more than rocks, trees, grass, and humans. The thought of the pitiful creatures disgusted her, even more so knowing that they were one of the many reasons for Roses rebellion. She could never understand why the quartz had forsaken the Diamond that made her for these lower life forms.

Jasper shook the thoughts from her head as the doors slid open in front of her. She removed her cloak and handed it to a robonoid. She then stepped forward and stood still. Two scanners popped up from the floor on either side of her and scanned her.

"Welcome to the training floor Jasper, what simulation would you like to run today?"

"Same as last time, sim five" Jasper stated coldly. She waited as the various quartz holograms appeared around her. There were ten of them, always ten, and then Rose. The hologram was a poor rendition of the pink quartz warrior but it did fine for her training. The Hologram manifested their weapons and charged. The first one to come within range wielded a spiked mace and swung it. Jasper dodged to the side nimbly and brought her left foot around in a kick that hit the holo quartz like a pile driver. The form dissipated and jasper turned to face her next opponent. There were two of them, both wielding swords one a small drik like weapon and the other a broad sword. The holo quartz with the drik stepped forward first, and tried to stab low towards Jaspers abdomen, only to have it's arm nearly wrenched from its body as the veteran grabbed hold and swung the hologram like a flail, slamming it into to more holo quartzites. The second holo quartz charged forward and brought it's sword up, trying to slash across Jasper's chest. Jasper deftly dodged the swing and brought her fist up in the to holo quartzites chest, propelling it off it's feet and into the ceiling. It the broke apart into shards.

She smirked and the summoned her helmet, charging the remain holo quartz head on. The melee lasted only a few short minutes, and Jasper rose victorious or almost victorious. The poor image of Rose still stood, shield in one hand and saber in the other. Jasper's smile faded and was now replaced with a darkening scowl. She stepped in front of the holo Rose and stopped. This was a moment she had played over and over again and everytime she did it the same. Jasper ducked her head and charged. The holo Rose brought up it's shield to block and an earth shattering boom racked through the halls of the ship. Jasper and the holo Rose both stumbled back a few paces, before recovering. Jasper was faster and moved in close, were the long blade of the saber would be useless. She grabbed the holo Rose by the Neck and lifted her like a feather, slamming her back down into the training room floor.

"For your crimes of rebellion against the Diamonds and the shattering," Jasper spat the word like it was poison, "Of Pink Diamond I break thee, Rose Quartz."

Jasper ripped the saber from the holograms hand and slammed it down ward into it's gem. The hologram then dissipated along with it's saber and Jasper fell to the ground. Diamonds how it would feel good to do this to the real Rose. She couldn't wait.

So there's the first chapter done. I really want to flesh out the OCs as well as Jasper and crew, but I'm still not quite sure how I want this story to go. I have various ideas and have even thought ahead to a possible spin off, but I still don't have a clue how I want things to go after what I have planned for the events of Jailbreak. As i said before if you have any suggestion, critiques, ideas, anything at all please leave it in the reviews.

Thank you and see you soon, hopefully.