It was a bright and sunny day in the small but modest town of Twilight Valley, it was the middle of Spring and everyone in the town was happily doing their own thing, on the sidewalk a man walked carrying grocery bags from an army surplus store known as "The Sergeant's Stash". The man was Caucasian and was muscular built so much that he looked as if their wasn't an ounce of fat in his body, he looked like he was in his late forties with greying hair. Some of the people walking about the town would stare at him with concerned looks on their faces, a teenage couple whispered to each other about undesirable rumors concerning him. As he walked up to his home, which was a fairly large and normal looking white house with a pink roof. His elderly neighbor who was mowing his backyard looked up and noticed him.
"James? James!" the elderly man said in a pleasantly surprised manner. Causing the man to turn around with a slight scowl on his face.
"James Valentine, I haven't seen you out of your den in ages! How are you doing?" he said cheerfully, the man's scowl washed away.
"Oh, hello Carl I'm doing just fine, just getting some stuff from the Army surplus shop." His voice, though sounding as if he smokes two packs a day, spoke in a cheerful manner.
"Ah, I see. The war is never over after all!" Carl said jokingly.
"You're telling me!" Valentine said as he opened his front door. "Well, take it easy Carl."
"You to sonny-jim!" he laughed as he went back to work.
Valentine closed the door behind him, he sighed in an angry yet tired manner as he walked though his living room and it was a complete contrast to the virtually perfect day outside dark, depressing and no light. The room was littered with newspapers all with headlines considering the team of alien heroes that the whole Earth knew as The Crystal Gems. Valentine angrily stomped over to a work bench fitted with a gun rack. It contained firearms of all kinds ranging in different sizes and types accompanying those were also a variety of knives, a map with pinpointed and highlighted destinations including a large red circle over an area of the map labeled as "Beach City" and multiple candid photos of the gems including the half human gem, Steven Universe. The man placed the bags filled with hundreds of dollars' worth of ammo and rations on his red couch.
"My name is not James Valentine, my real name is of no importance, what's really important is my mission." The man monologued to himself as he loaded the multiple firearms with ammo and placed blades in the satchels of his belt.
"Mankind is getting weaker emotionally and physically by the day, why? Because the so called heroes known as the "Crystal Gems" have stripped us away of our independence, making us think we need THEM to protect us but we don't need protectors, especially not if their alien monsters!"
The man suited himself up in a large military grade jacket in black and silver camouflage fixed with multiple pockets and holsters; he continued to endow himself with steel shoulder pads, kneepads and a steel chrome bullet proof vest. He walked over to the work bench again and tightened the screws of one of the two seemingly high tech, steel gauntlets which looked skeletal in appearance, once he was finished he placed them over his hands and tightened them into firm fists.
"These…egotistical rocks have the mentality that they are better than us, so enthralled in their false sense of superiority that they have the audacity to act as if we are still caveman banging sticks against walls."
"They think they're deities that we should place our undying loyalty to because they THINK their stronger, but I'll prove them wrong! I have spent thirty years of my life learning multiple forms of martial arts, twenty of those years I've also spent as a Special forces officer in the U.S Marines and I've invented new forms of weaponry, weapons designed specifically to combat these super powered beings."
The armor and weapon clad man sat in front of blade sharpener, he sharpened a large, sharp Longsword stopping only to test the sharpness with his metal clad fingers. He continued to hone the blade, wanting it to be at its peak perfection. Just like him.
"Humanity doesn't need protectors, for centuries we have evolved and fought to become something great, we have survived all on our own, overcome our own endeavors and yet these gems have such a low opinion of us, they see us as CHILDREN, children that need supervision, to have their hands held and guided but they are wrong!"
The militarized man only got angrier as he dug a sharp combat knife into the photo of the gem known as Pearl, he walked to a closet located in his living room and opened it to reveal a helmet made entirely out of chrome, it had the appearance of a human skull with the right eyehole missing, a black X instead took it's placed. He placed the helmet on his head and secured it. The heavily armed man placed the two last items on his back in an X formation. A large sniper rifle and the Longsword.
"The Crystal Gems must learn that the ferocity of the human spirit should be feared and respected. They must learn that mankind is in no need of false protectors that think so little of them."
"And I, Chromeskull will be their instructor."