Greetings everyone!
So, this is my envisioning of an final confrontation for Steven Universe. I hope you all like it!
The first thing Greg noticed when he opened his eyes was the colour yellow. The next thing he noticed was the hammering pain in the centre of his head. He sat up from the spot he had been lying in for the last few hours. Noticing the sweat that caked his entire body while he did it, he waited for the pain to subside. During that time, he tried to recall what had happened over the last few days.
The Crystal Gems had pushed it too much, and Yellow Diamond decided to payed them a personal visit. Like so long ago, a body part descended from the sky. This time, a great yellow arm instead of a green hand. Instead of a lime green soaking the entirety of Beach City, it was a golden yellow like the sun set had decided to stay. However, that is where the differences ended, almost. The citizens of Beach City were evacuated, but Greg decided to stay this time, and help his son save the world. It must be said that the Crystal Gems tried their hardest to fight back against the Home World gems, but they never stood a chance. One by one they were defeated, and taken on board the ship. Greg over heard one of the gems saying that they would be taken to Home World and be 'made an example'. Now Greg was fine with hiding during this battle. He wasn't really a fighter. What he wasn't fine with, however, was being found after the fight was done. They grabbed him and took him into the arm, kicking and screaming, until one of them had enough, hit him on the head, and he blacked out.
Greg stood up and got a better look at his surroundings. The cell was small, around the size of half a normal jail cell. How Greg knew how big a jail cell was, was a different story for a different day. His attention was caught when one of the walls flickered a little. He turned and stared at it for a while, until he realised that it wasn't a wall, but was in fact some sort of yellow energy field. Steven and told him of the energy fields he had encountered on Peridot's ship when he was captured, and how he could walk through them.
Hesitant, Greg shuffled closer to the field, raising his arm slowly to touch it. Just millimetres before the tips of his fingers hit it he recoiled and cradled his arm, imagining the possibility of the pain he could feel from this. He sat back down and tried to think of a way to test if the field would hurt him. Several minutes passed like this, until he took off one of his thongs (Flip flops), and threw it at the wall of yellow energy. To his surprise, it soared through the air, touched the field, and kept going, coming out the other side only a little slower than it entered, and intact.
Analysing this damning evidence, Greg took a few steps back, then charged forward, his right arm raised like a shield to protect himself, expecting to bounce off the wall and onto his butt. To his surprise and shock, he kept moving through the field, lost his footing, fell forward, pivoted 180 degrees in the air, and landed on his butt, staring into the cell he had just inhabited. It seemed Home World didn't get the memo on these fields and their effects on humans, Greg thought to himself, before he grabbed his reunited his foot with his thong and snuck off to find Steven.
It didn't take him long to find his son, as his prison was right next to Greg's own. The design of it however, was different. Instead of a normal cell, it was a pinkish red crystal that enveloped Steven, like a fly in amber. Greg noticed the three other crystals that lined the wall next to Steven's, and inside of each Greg saw similar shapes. The furthest one away had a rather large shape with a square head, the next seemed like a dwarf with long hair, and the final one looked like a stick figure.
Greg tried to free Steven and the Crystal Gems. He tried breaking the crystal, finding a mechanism or computer to free them, but the crystals couldn't be broken, and there were no computer terminals nearby, but even if there was, Greg was sure he wouldn't have a clue how to use them. Eventually, he concluded he had to find something else to do to help the Crystal Gems escape, so he said goodbye to his son, and ran down the nearest corridor.
It was around about Greg's fifth step that he realised that he hadn't seen any guards since he escaped. He stopped, and stood against the left wall. He tried to think of reasons why it would be that his cell and the crystals would be unguarded, until he heard a march of footsteps. He tried to find a place to hide, he really did, but there was just nowhere he could go. The group of amethysts were upon him in seconds, and they loomed over him.
"Well well well, it seems we have an escape attempt." The closest one said. She seemed to be the leader of the group. "What do you all think? Should we throw him off the ship? He isn't of any use anyway."
The group laughed, sinisterly and quietly. Greg couldn't be more horrified, his mouth almost hitting the floor, until something strange happened. The laughing of the Amethysts grew higher pitch, and the dark smiles grew less so, until they were all giggling like school girls.
"Man, we got you again!" The leader said, wiping the tears from her eyes then folding her arms. "8XM said it would be easy, but she never said it would be this easy!"
Greg stuttered for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts. He had so many questions, and so little time. "How… how did you all get away from the Human Zoo?"
The leader snorted and glanced back at a few of the others, like they were remembering a prank they had pulled. "Well, since you guys left, we'd pretty much been in charge around the zoo. Holy Blue couldn't do a thing to us. We decided we wanted out of the zoo, so we forced her to recommend us to guard more important things, and we ended up here! What are the chances, am I right?" The group burst out laughing again for a few seconds, before it died down and things got serious. The leader knelt a bit to get level with Greg, but was still a bit taller than he was.
"Listen, the group and I have been talking. We're sick of being treated like nothing. We're going to help you get your friends and get out of here. If you follow the corridor, you'll find an unguarded room full of the weapons your rebel friends used to fight. Get them then come back, we'll set them free, don't worry." The Famethyst rushed past Greg towards the crystal prisons, and Greg went the other way, running as fast as his 'experienced' legs could take him. A few moments before he got to the storage room, he spied a diverging pathway leading right. He slowed and stopped by the edge, peering out this new corridor while he got his breath back. He noticed tubes and wires of some kind running down the corridor hanging from the roof. At the end of the hallway, Greg could spot what appeared to be something like a power source. He made a mental note of this, and made his way to the storage room. It was still unguarded when he got there surprisingly. He noticed a shape inside, it stuck out from the yellow of the rest of the room. It part of a pink cylinder, the rest hidden behind some other equipment, including a large pink sword. Greg hurried to it, and brushed off the bits and pieces from it. It was Rose's laser light cannon.
During the fight with the invading Home World gems, the Crystal Gems attempted to use it, but couldn't activate it before they were over run and captured. It was damaged, but still looked operational, as far as Greg could tell. The hinges were completely gone, and there were cuts and dents along the barrel. It had seen better days. Greg pondered bringing it with him, it was surely a bit lighter now, but it wasn't what he was looking for, and would take too much time to carry out of the room, so Greg settled for grabbing Rose's Sword, still in its scabbard, and rushed out of the room to find the Famethyst, and find them he did.
They were being destroyed. The rest of the guards have figured out that the Famethyst were traitor, and engaging them in combat. Gauntlets swung, whips cracked, spears spun. Greg stood against a wall in the corridor to the storage room, observing the fight. These home world gems seemed to be the best of the best. They wore, or seemed to wear, heavy armour, with reflective black visors which showed the Famethysts' own scared faces right back at them. They were ruthless too, systematically poofing and shattering the traitorous Amethysts almost like clockwork. The leader of the Famethyst spotted Greg.
"Run! We'll get the Crystal Gems free! Don't worr-". She was cut off by the sound of her own gem cracking and breaking, the spear that skewered her retracted, and her form dissipated. Greg bolted back down the corridor, adrenaline pumping through his system. He glided down the hallway of yellow, glanced down the path to his right, thankful that there were no guards to the power source. He quickly entered the storage room, and without saying anything, and with two movements got the light cannon onto his back. He walked back out, straining under the immense weight. He could feel the damage being done to his spine, but if his plan worked, he wouldn't have to worry about that. As he walked he had time to think about what he was doing. 'What am I doing?' he thought. He ran ideas, concepts and facts through his head to keep his mind off the pain. Steven had survived a space ship crash before, and he was a lot stronger now. The chance of him being freed from, say, an explosion in a power source would be pretty high, if he wasn't freed by the Famethyst already. He turned left and the heat hit him.
This room was a lot hotter than anywhere else on the ship. His walking slowed, until he was satisfied that if he dropped the cannon, it'd have a clear shot at the now completely visible, and very obvious power core thing. He dropped the laser light cannon as softly as he could. It landed on the ground, barely missing his foot with a loud clank. It was at that moment that Greg's legs gave in, and he collapsed onto the shaft of the laser. Tears filled his eyes as the sounds of the distance fight were caught in his ear. He hoped, he hoped harder than he ever had before that the light cannon would hear him and work for him. He closed his eyes and thought of Rose, his love, and whispered. "If every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs."
At first, nothing happened. Greg raise his head and looked around, the tears growing. The ground started to vibrate, and a strong pink light started to shine from inside the laser light cannon. It began to open, and hum. Greg could hear the sounds of feet marching, and he glanced back, seeing the home world guards marching towards him, but he smiled confidently. He was on a space train to the cosmos, and it was a one-way ticket. The cannon fired, Greg and the guards were consumed by the explosion. His last thought was of the space train, of himself riding it, riding it to Rose.