Peridot blinks her eyes open with a groan, vision blurry. Green smoke from the wreckage of the escape pod swirls around her, making her cough weakly. Where was she? She blinks a few times in an attempt to clear her blurry vision, squinting up at the sky as she tries to get her thoughts together. Why did she feel so weak? Why wasn't she in the ship? She slowly trails her eyes down to her legs, seeing them trapped under a chunk of the broken escape pod, which must have shattered into pieces on impact with the Earth. Impact with the Earth…
Peridot starts as the memories rush back to her, eyes wide. She was on the ship, along with the crystal gems as her prisoners. But then the Steven had escaped, and so did the purple one, the fusion, and…
Peridot cries out as the adrenaline from waking up wears off and the pain from her legs being trapped reaches her. She feebly pushes herself up into a sitting position and reaches forward, trying to push the chunk off her, but fails as her strength ebbs. Peridot falls onto her back again, growling in frustration. Why did this stuff always happen to her? Why not someone else?! The heat from the green flames surrounding the technician starts to get to her, and she forces herself into a sitting position again, pointing her arm at the imprisoning chunk. There's a click as her fingers separate, leaving one in the center. She didn't have too much experience using her arm cannon, but she didn't have any other choice.
"I am not letting those Crystal CLODS find me!" Peridot yells to herself, charging a ball of green energy. She screws her eyes shut, puffing out her cheeks in effort. After a few moments, the energy fires itself at the chunk, sending Peridot onto her back for the third time from the force of the recoil. She sits up expectantly, hope written on her face, and nearly cheers out when she sees the chunk has been shattered into smaller bits, freeing her legs. But why hadn't she felt it? Peridot gingerly reaches forward and glides a hand up her leg, jaw dropping in horror as she doesn't feel it. "How long was that on my legs?" She squeaks, trying to kick a leg up and finding herself unable to move it. The homeworld gem covers her face with her arms, panic rising in her chest. "This is bad. Those clods are bound to find me here… I have to move."
After forming a plan and working up the courage, Peridot falls forward onto her stomach and reaches in front of herself with an arm, dragging herself out of the wreckage. She grits her teeth through the pain, taking breaks in between the movement. After long hours of pained crawling, Peridot finally distances herself from the wreckage enough to avoid the smoke. The young gem tilts her head to the sky, the warm, orange colors of sunrise painting her face. The orange tints the corn field she was in, the pink reflects off the grass, and the beginnings of blue spread across the clear visor she constantly wears over her eyes. It was truly a beautiful sight.
"I hate this planet." Peridot grumbles bitterly, touching her legs with a hand once again. She takes a quick survey of her surroundings and, once she sees no one else is around, raises her arm into the air, fingers stretching to form blades of a fan. They spin rapidly and the homeworld gem clumsily rises off the ground, unable to stabilize herself by tucking her legs into her chest. Peridot grits her teeth, eyes on the sky. It was going to be a rough ride, but she was prepared to do whatever she needed to. This was about survival, not comfort.
Once she's sure she's a good distance from the wreckage, Peridot lands clumsily on the ground, getting dirt stains on her metal parts as she bumps her elbows and knees. The homeworld gem raises her head groggily and forces herself into a sitting position to survey the area, finding herself to be at the top of a grassy hill. In the distance there's a city practically radiating with smog and loud noises, complete with dark, towering buildings. She hesitates, unsure of what to do. She wants to go down into the city- it's the ideal location to hide from those crystal clods, and no one would have time to stare at her if she stood out in appearance. She can tell it's one of the large human grouped areas where they all would rush along in their lives, acting like the things they were doing were much more important than they actually were. All human life is pointless, but since they have no other life to compare it to, it's important to them. That's the conclusion Peridot had come to when she was doing minor research on Earth back at Homeworld.
The only problem with going down into the city is that Peridot can't. Flat out can't- not with the shape her legs are in. She growls in frustration, balling her fists in her hair. It seems she has no other choice but to retreat into her gem for some quick repairs. The green gem digs a small, protective hole in the dirt; if she was going to retreat into gem form in the middle of nowhere, she would at least have some kind of walls to surround her. With one more agitated sigh, Peridot closes her eyes and poofs into her gem, which falls to the ground right beside the hole. She just couldn't do anything right on this planet.