So I want to say that I reread the last two chapters and I really should have done so before posting. I know that spelling errors don't affect the overall story, but that isn't an excuse to have them. Any how onto the current chapter, so I'm not going to be writing from the perspective of the Crystal Gems for this chapter. Because we've already seen their actions and thoughts during the show, it seems a little silly to write scenes we already know. I also am going to keep making the scenes with Peridot and Jasper short, as I want to flesh out John's character more and his interactions with the Crystal Gems and Jasper. Now onto chapter four.

Chapter Four

Enjoy the View

Peridot laid down on the examination table and let the robinoids go to work. As much as she would have loved to return to her gem, she couldn't. The gravity drive had been damaged during the fighting and well Peridot knew the robinoids could fix it, she had been given specific orders to report to Yellow Diamond herself. Peridot had never been poofed before and had no idea how long it would take her to reform.

Jasper had come into the medical station just moments ago, her left arm completely missing. The soldier gem stumbled into the room, supported by two medical robinoids. Her face showed strain and Peridot couldn't believe that she was still standing. Jasper took three steps and collapsed on the floor, her face contorted with pain. She groaned, hefted her body up and pulled herself to one of the other tables.

"How had this been possible?" Peridot wondered. She turned her gaze to the ceiling. She needed time to process. Every report she had read on humans combat ability had all shown humans as weak, mostly docile creatures. When Homeworld first arrived on Earth most of humanity was still using stone tools. While Peridot had expected them to have changed in the last 6,000 years, this was too much.

As the medical robonoids went to work closing the wounds that Peridot had sustained and fixing her limb enhancers, she looked over at Jasper. I was beyond Peridot how and why the gem managed to keep her physical form. She had only been hit by two of those small metal chunks, and the act of keeping it together was sheer agony until the robinoids had given her a sedative. Jasper on the other hand had her whole arm ripped off and somehow was still in one piece.

Peridot knew that their bodies were different compositions, herself being a technician meant she didn't require the ability to take and dish out copious amounts of damage. Jasper was also an era one gem, from Earth itself, so she had been made with greater time, energy, care and resources that a new colony would have been able to provide. Still, most quartzites would have exploded into a cloud of smoke the very moment they received such an injury.

The medical robonoid was almost done, weaving light together like cloth stitching over the hole in her chest. The attachment to her left arm had been damaged beyond recovery and replaced. Well the limb enhancer had still been able to function, replacing it would be easier than fix and so it was done.

Peridot was glad she was not in a similar condition. Resources were running out on homeworld and if a gem was to badly damaged they were shattered. Their shards would be ground into a fine dust and recycled for the production of new gems, or gem technology. If she had been cracked the rodonoids would have poofed her, and then sent her for harvesting.

The idea of her mind being wasted for a power source did scare the gem. She had so much she could give to the Diamonds and knew that exceptions were nonexistent. If she were deemed a liability, then a new propose would be found for her or at least her gem.

She opened a screen on her working limb enhancer and began cycling through any information she could find on human combat and strategy. She would send what she found to Jasper, give her some additional questions to ask their newest prisoner. Peridot was glad the warrior gem had suppressed her want to kill the human. It was certainly an interesting specimen, robinoids were fast at work analysing its equipment and body and giving her a live feed of the information they discovered. The processing unit of this human was much larger and more active than that if it's predecessors. Other than that it was almost identical, maybe taller and more muscular. There were a number of areas where the outer shell of the specimen had been breached. The wounds had healed, but not with the flawless precision of her robonoids.

Peridot wished she had requested for robonoids equipped with additional scanners for looking through the human's outer shell. Of course she hadn't had any reason to believe she would need such things for this mission. She almost laughed. Peridot had no clue that she was going to be attacked or that humans would be so... difficult.

She let out a sigh and continued to scroll through the various logs and reports on human warfare. Well they would certainly be long outdated, but some useful information could be gleaned from them. As she walked past Jasper she was again impressed to see how quickly progress had gone on the repair of her arm.

"Did her body possess regeneration abilities as well" the technician wondered. She exited the medical station and moved to the ship's control center. She walked down the long empty halls, each footstep creating it's own echo. The emptiness of the ship was stark contrast to the busting skies and walk ways of Homeworld.

As the technician continued walking she passed the holding cells of the amethyst and pearl. The amethyst had reformed by now and was impatiently pacing back and forth, waiting for her companion to return. The purple gem stopped and looked Peridot up and down. She was an amethyst alright, but shorter. Her form was very much altered and Peridot couldn't help but stare back with curiosity.

"Is there something you find displeasing about my form?" Peridot asked in a snide tone.

"Is there something you find displeasing about my form," the amethyst repeated in a mocking voice, "Yes there is, it's yours and it has that ugly diamond on it,"

"Oh please, is that the best your pebble sized processing unit could come up with?" You do realize that your stupid clodding self are my prisoner right ? Peridot retorted.

" Um, yeah I kinda noticed, what's your point?"

"Well if I were you I would keep my mouth shut, seeing as how I could take away your friend," Peridot said, and was pleased with the momentary look of fear on the gems face, "or I could shatter you here, and now. Not only would the Diamonds be happy, but doing so could earn me a great amount of praise."

"If you think shattering me is a threat you're wrong. Rose wasn't afraid to die for her planet, her beliefs, or her family, and neither am I," the gem said, somehow looking taller. Peridot turned and began to walk away, a little faster than she had been before. Of course she knew there was no way for the gem to escape, but still. Her resolve was matched by only one other gem Peridot knew of and that was Jasper.

She let out a sigh of relief as she finally arrived at the control center. She entered and had the ship give her a full diagnostic. She was not pleased to find that the gravity drive would require her personal attention to get fixed anytime in the near future. The technician rose from her chair and began to move that direction.


Flashes of the battle, the mistake, the failure, the massacre, over and over and over again. A Marine moving, firing her M249 from the hip as she moved to cover. The sound of a brick hut being ripped apart by a 40mm HE grenade. The feeling of warm, slick, blood on John's hands as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding and shut out the screams of the dying person. All of them coming back to him, over and over again. He knew he was dreaming, but he still couldn't wake up. The memories hit him like a tidal wave, and all he could do was drop to his knees, cover his ears, close his eyes, and wait for them to stop. He wanted to scream, to yell in defiance, but he would be defining only himself and his mistakes.

John instead waited. He knew what would happen next. He had lived with his guilt for years now and knew what his mind would do to him. It didn't make it any easier, but at least he knew. He could take some false comfort in knowing what would happen. So he waited. The sound of death, destruction, and carriage faded. They were replaced by silence, and then the sound of wind over a tall grass field.

John opened his eyes and looked around. This was wrong, he knew that he should have gone back to Kabul or Mosul or the Mog. But instead he was here. He wished that he could force himself awake, but something was stopping him. John looked around as was both confused by and wary of the landscape around him. It was a large open, grass field, on the top of a hill. He could see the ocean and the sun setting over the horizon. John turned and saw the entirety of Beach City sprawling beneath him. But something was off. The City was smaller, and the lighthouse that had been behind him was much newer. The entire city looked as though it had been transported to the 50's.

"It's beautiful isn't it," a voice soft and sweet spoke behind him. John turned to see a woman, who had not been there previously, standing at the top of the hill. The sun was setting behind her, creating shadows that obscured her face. She was tall, with long, curling, locks of rose pink hair that flowed down her shoulders and back. She was wearing a beautiful, white, gown, that looked as though each and every last thread had been carefully woven by hand. But what really caught the old veterans eye was the pink gemstone, embedded were her navel would have been.

"W-who...are you?" John managed to stutter out.

The gem placed a hand to her mouth and giggled. The sound was both sweet and innocent, while mature and somehow sorrowful. "I am someone not unlike yourself Captain. I was once a conflicted soldier, I too made mistakes, ones that cost me the lives of friends, enemies, and people of your species. There is much I wish I could tell you," the pink gem spoke.

"Then tell me, please!" Who are you really, why did you appear in my dream, what do you want?" John asked, hundreds more questions popping into his head. The gem stepped forward, her face coming in to view. John studied her features, her smile that somehow made him forget his worries and fears. Her cheeks soft and warm looking, that gave her the complexion of a caretaker. Her eyes, warm and soft. But as John looked deeper he so something all too familiar. The look of someone who wasn't and never would be completely there. Of someone staring off, and remembering the mistakes they had made, the things they had seen, and done. Things that a life of therapy, drugs, and drinking could never erase. Things that one would have to live with forever.

"How I wish I had the time to John," She said. A faint singing could be heard, but from where John couldn't tell, "Please take care of them John,"

The singing grew louder and louder. The world around John melted away, until the hill was surrounded by endless black night. The hill began to fade, the gem along with it.

"Please take care of him."


"Hhhhhuuuuuaaaahhh," John sucked in air and shot up as he woke with a start. For the first time in a long time his dream faded into his mind. But the image of the pink gem and the words she spoke still echoed in his head.

Please take care of him

Who, who was John supposed to take care of. His dreams were usually so straight forward, just reminders of his many mistakes and regrets over his 14 year career. Just relived traumatic events, all saying basically the same thing: you're a shitty person, who did shitty things, and this is your punishment.

But this... didn't matter. What did matter was finding a way out. Normally John would have waited a few days, met some of the other prisoners, gotten an idea of the terrain, and formulated a plan before even thinking of escape. But given that he was almost definitely in space and his captors weren't the Rusul Allah. Sure this wasn't his first time as a POW, but it was most definitely different from the others.

John examined himself. His shirt and been removed and put back on at some point, due to the fact that it was now on backwards. His vest had also been removed and was not present in the room. He was however still wearing his same pants, belt, and boots. As the sleepiness wore away, John became more and more aware of a dull pain in the left side of his head, getting less dull every second. He touched his fingers to his temple and pulled them back bloody.

He had gotten lucky. If the helmet had broken, or if he had gone with a light kit and not worn one, his head would have cracked like an egg. John pulled one of his morphine needles from was called a field utility bag. In all reality it was a green fanny pack. John gripped the small packet carefully between his thumb and index finger. He pulled off the needle cover and jabbed it into his thigh. John let out a sigh of relief as the morphine spread through his body.

He then removed his boots and began to inspect the soles. "Alright where was that seem, I thought a cut it near the-Aha!"

As small cut could be seen running the length of the boots heel. John pulled on the rubber and fell back slightly as the glue holding the heel on gave way. There were small cut outs for pieces of the heel to fit back into, and in the middle were two 8 round .22 caliber stripper clips and a knife blade about 2 inches long. He removed them and replaced the heel. John the did the same with his other boot. Inside it's heel was the knife's handle, 4 loose .22 caliber rounds and the pieces to a very simple pistol.

John removed the pieces and began to assemble it. He locked the 1 ½ inch barrel into the small frame, and placed the bolt carrier behind it. The pistol was a straight pull action, similar to the British Welrod. John inserted the bolt, and locked in the fixed four shot magazine, just in front of the trigger. He inserted four of the eight round stripper clip and tucked the remaining rounds into two small pouches on the inside of his belt. The pistol was crude and would probably be of little use against the orange gem, if he were aiming to capture. But John knew his situation was bad, and the ship would most likely have large amount of information on it. He briefly weighed the pros and cons. Shatter protocol was in effect.

John then tucked the pistol into a concealed holster on the inside of his pants. He locked the blade of the knife into its handle and slipped it into his left boot. John then looked back into his pack and was happy to see that his Greek cigars were still there. He briefly considered smoking one, but with the morphine in his system he knew he was already impaired, and adding more substances was a bad idea. He decided that if none one came for him in the next half hour he would enjoy one. He then removed his zippo and opened.

John flicked the wheel a few times, and the wick caught. He then flicked the lid back on, extinguishing the flame. He opened it again and removed the lighter form it's casing. He found what he was looking for, a small brass disk, about 3 millimeters in diameter. John rotated the disk, until he felt, and heard a faint click. The small grenade was now armed. All that would be need to ignite the three second fuse would be for John to slam the zippo's lid on the back of the lighter case. The small metal protrusion would punch through the weaken metal and detonate the explosive. It would be a small explosion, lethal only if it were within two feet of the target head or neck. But it was better than nothing.

John looked around his cell. The room was hexagonal in shape, about 8 feet deep, 7 feet tall, and 10 feet wide. It was also empty. There was no bathroom, sink, bed, not even any marks on the walls. The opening to the cell was covered with a yellow, see through, energy screen. As John approached the screen he could hear a faint buzzing sound.

"So either it's electrified, or more likely it causes gems forms to dissipate after touching it," John thought. As much as he would have liked to test the theory, the possibility of it being deadly was all that kept him from doing so. He instead sat and waited patiently. They would most likely interrogate him soon.

John didn't have to wait long. The sound of someone big moving towards him told John they were coming. He readied himself, triple checked that all of his weapons were concealed, and stood at ease. The large orange gem came into view a pressed a button on the side wall of his cell. The screen dissipated and she stepped into the room.

"Come with me human, we have much to discuss," the gem then turned and began to move down the corridor. John followed, matching her brisk cadence. It was clear the gem was military. The only thing that looked out of place was her massive hair, flowing down her shoulders and back like a lion's mane. He had to admit that the hair made her already intimidating appearance that much more, but it was highly impractical. It could all too easily be grabbed and pulled in hand to hand, and snag on things.

They walked down the long hall way, past dozens of empty cells. As they drew closer to their destination John began to hear a faint singing. It was clear, pure, and beautiful, echoing through the hallways with an eerie, yet enticing ring. John found himself temporary drift away into the music, and was only snapped back to reality by a conversation between the green gem from earlier and the warrior.

They had stopped in front of the source of the music. A small blue gem stood on the other side of the screen, her hands clasped together as though in a prayer. Her blue hair had long bangs that covered her eyes, and stopped just past her shoulders. She wore a small, blue, gown.

"How long until the gravity drive is operational? We need to get to Homeworld now!"

"One, the drive is utterly wrecked, I don't have the slightest clue what hit it or how it works. Secondly, our mission still stands, we need to check the Cluster's progress Jasper," the smaller gem shouted back indignantly. The warrior stepped back and slammed her fist into the wall.

"Stop Singing!" Jasper yelled in a voice that sounded too much like his Sergeant instructors,"Rose takes priority, fix the drive. As soon as it's operational we're leaving,"

Jasper turned and tried to yank John by his shoulder. John sidestepped and Jasper reached for nothing but air. As John watched the gem move past something red moved in the corner of his eye. John looked down the hall, but saw nothing. He shrugged, whatever it was it couldn't be against him. John then turned towards Jasper, her face a mixture of annoyance and resistance.

"Move," Jasper spoke. John proceed down the hall until they reached a large sliding door. It opened and inside was a table, and two chairs. John sat down at the side farthest from the door and leaned back. Jasper sat across from him and looked the Marine up and down. She then tapped the table and a small panel slide open in front of her. Inside was John's Colt M1911A1.

"I take it that your Jasper,"

"Yes, and you're going to tell me exactly how this thing works," Jasper said, her voice a low growl.

"Actually no, I'm not. I will give you all the information I am required to give you so that, when I inevitably die from neglect, you can send my body home. My name, Jonathan Charles Cupal, my rank, Captain, my unit, Bravo company 1st/5th Marine Raiders, and my serial number, 196814. You'll also need to know my home country is the Untied States of America. Beyond that any information I give you would be considered collaborating with the enemy," John said with a smile, that only grew at the look of astonishment and confusion on the gem,s face, "I also am going to need somethings if you don't want me to die namely, some bandages, my canteen, a few MRE's and somewhere to take a shit,"

The gem blink for a second, clearly taken aback. She then, as John saw it, threw a tantrum. She slammed her fist down onto the table, putting a solid dent in it, and then turned towards the wall behind her. She repeatedly slammed her fists into the wall and then whirled around to face John. Well the man wasn't afraid of death, he was afraid of how this gem might go about getting him there. "Now You Listen To Me, And You Listen Carefully," the gem said, hammering each word, "I have had it up to here with this mission, and it hasn't officially started. So you will tell me exactly what I want to know, or Diamonds help me, I will rip you limb from clodding limb. Have I made myself clear,"

"Sure have, but that still doesn't change my situation. If I tell you what you wish to know than I am a traitor to my country," John said. He was playing the long game, if he kept this up the gem would either resort to violent means of interrogation, or she would begin to try and negotiate with him. Either way John would get more information than he would give, even if it was only how far he could push his captors before being punched.

"I'm impressed by your loyalty, but it will get you nowhere. All we came here for was to capture the rebels you saw us fight and check the progress on… a project for the Diamonds," Jasper reasoned, "But you interfered and, as much as I hate to say it, your weaponry was rather impressive. So tell me how it works,"

"First you promise me that I can get the things I need," Jasper opened her mouth to say something, but John cut her off before she could, "And before you say, wouldn't giving you these items also be collaborating with the enemy, I need them in order to live. I need two cotton pads, a roll of gaze, 5 or 6 rubbing alcohol patches, my canteen, and 3 or 4 MREs. As for the waste disposal, you can shoot stuff into space right?

"You'll get whatever you need, once you hold up your end of the deal. Now show me how it works," Jasper said, growing impatient. John began to fiddle with the pistol. He removed the magazine and was pleased to find to rounds were still there. He locked back the bolt and removed the third round. John then paused, looked Jasper in the eyes, and dropped the bolt. The loud, metallic, click caused Jasper to jump, and John couldn't help but smile. She had only faced the weapons once and already was apprehensive of them He then began to go over the basic operating procedures of the pistol with Jasper, often giving incomplete or out right false information.

"You weapons are very simple, yet quite effective. How did you learn to make them?"

"Well I didn't make this gun, it was issued to me. However as to how humans figured out how to make them, time, trial and error, and most importantly innovation. One guy would come up with a basic design, take John Browning for example. He invented the operating action for this pistol, and now most every over semi auto handgun to day uses a direct copy or a modified version of his basic design," John said, with a hit of pride, "Humans did shit during the thousands of years you guys were gone,"

"That word you keep saying, what does it mean," Jasper asked, her face filled with curiosity.

"What wor-oh. OH. OOOoooooohhhh," John said, having come to the sudden realization that gems didn't produce excrement. Infact, as John began to piece more things together, he realised that gems didn't require anything he, or any other living creature for the matter, needed to live. "That's why there was no bed, or toilet, the ship is meant for transporting gems, not humans."

"You probably don't want to know. I'm just going to need some form of receptacle that can hold a large amount of liquid and solid matter. Oh and some air holes in my cell, actually now that I think of it-" John was cut short by Jasper slamming her fist onto the table. The Marine stopped and looked at his captor. He could tell that he was about to get the short end of the stick fo his part of the deal. Wouldn't be the first time at least.

"You'll shut your mouth and do as I say. I'm going to lead you back to your cell. After they go through a thorough examination, you will get back what ever pieces of you equipment I deem safe," The gem the rose and turned to open the door. John briefly considered grabbing the 1911 on the table in front of him, after all her back was turned, and he had yet to see anyone else who wasn't a prisoner. But he remembered how effective the weapon had been on the beach and decided against executing the gem. He instead rose and followed her out. They continued the way they came, until Jasper stopped in front of a now empty cell. It's energy shield was still on but it's prisoner, the blue gem, was gone. John quickly made up his mind. The blue gem was clearly not a fighter, and Jasper was already beginning to shake with rage. John reached into his pocket, grabbed the zippo, slammed the lid down, waited 2 seconds and threw it at Jasper's face. He then turned and bolted down the hallway and heard the loud pop of the small grenade going off. John darted down various hallways, until he found himself in a large circular room. The walls were lined with doorways and John could hear Jaspers pounding footsteps behind him. He choose quickly and ran into the hall to the right of him. The small .22 cal. pistol was now in his hand and John almost fired as he ran headlong into one of the gems who had been defending the beach. She was the tall one, her hips and chest wide, while the rest of her was surprisingly slender. Her eyes were, holy crap she has three eyes. John had to stop himself from staring. The gem looked down at him.

"Quickly, run down the hallway behind me, you'll meet Steven there. Follow him and the other two gems, I can handle her,"

John opened his mouth to argue, but then a very angry Jasper turned the corner and lock eyes on him and the gem. John turned, breathed in, exhaled, and fired around at were the gems nose would have been. The .22 flew down the barrel, and hit the wall a few feet to the right of her. "Great, all three of you are out, should I assume the others got free as well?" Jasper asked rhetorically.

"Good luck," John said and bolted down the hall. He turned and briefly saw Jasper and the other gem circling each other. He ran down the hall and saw the kid from the beach running in front of him. John caught up to him. The boy had curly black hair, a soft, kind face, a black eye and was a little on the large side. He however, much to John's amazement, could easily keep pace with the Marine. Sure John was old, but he wasn't that old.

The pair stopped in front of a set of cell that held the other two gems from the beach. Before John or either of the two gems could stop him, the kid shoved his hands through the yellow screen that covered the ivory gem's cell. The boy spread his arms and made a hole wide enough for the gem to move through. His skin was covered in yellow lines, and his body vibrating.

"Itt'sss okaaayyyy Peeeaarllll, yyyyou caaan gggget outtttt noooow," The boy said, his speech very much slurred. The ivory gem jumped through the hole and grabbed the child in a warm embrace. She looked him in the eyes her face full of joy and worry.

"Oh Steven your eye! Are you okay? Did they hurt yo-," The gem stopped when she locked eyes with John. Her face went through several emotions in a matter of seconds, finally resting on a mix of confusion, worry, suspicion, and fear. "Oh I see you found a friend,"

"Hi yah, I'm Captain Cupal. I would say nice to meet you, and ask for introductions, hows you day going, but we kinda need to move," John said, his point father enforced by the sound of someone slamming into something rather loudly. Steven then repeated the same process with the other gem, who was much less apprehensive towards the vet and introduced herself as Amethyst. The group then moved down the halls towards where they assumed the control room to be located. John found himself out of breath when they finally reached the door. John redrew his small pistol, loading two more rounds into its captive magazine. He placed himself against the left of the door and nodded to Pearl to open the door.

It slid open with hiss and John moved in. He methodically checked each area of the room in a matter of seconds and saw that Peridot was sitting at some sort of control panel. She turned and drew one of the taser dagger combos from the panel. Before she made it out of the seat John fired a round. The .22 bullet slammed directly into her gem with satisfying crack. John smiled, it was an excellent shot. Her body recoiled back across the sation and John began the process of chambering a new round. But before he could lock the bolt back, and eject the spent casing, the technician rose and charged him. Her gem was covered with a visor, that had spiderwebbed from the bullet's impact. Before she could stab him Steven ran forward and grabbed the weapon. It had the same effect that the yellow screen had, and soon it was broken in two.

John heard a whistling noise behind him and a whip sailed past, wrapping itself around the green gem. Amethyst ran forward, whip in hand, and tackled the now immobile Peridot. Pearl ran forward and inserted her hands into the work station in front of her, making a sound that could only be described as vaguely sexual. John looked at the numerous monitors that dotted the room. Many of them were covered in images from long ago, and text he couldn't read. One of them showed the ongoing battle between Jasper and the black and red gem.


Jasper tried charging the fusion again, and was throw. Again. Only this time she used it to her advantedge. She slammed into the sky light above her, and used in to propel herself down wards at the fusion. She was rather impressed that the fusion, as vile as it was, could hold it's own against her. But she then remember that not to long ago she had her arm ripped off, so in a reality the fusion was only winning due to Jaspers handicap. Well the medical robonoids had fixed her arm, it still felt off, and her physical form still needed both time, and energy to fully integrate it.

She slammed the two gems through several floors of the ship, until they found themselves in the engine room. The ship's main power source had taken surprisingly little damage from the KEP round, but the cables that fed its energy throughout the ship were a different story. The round had fractured into multiple slivers of depleted uranium, and shot gunned the room. The fusion had continued to mock her as the fight progressed. But the warrior paid little attention to such things. She was the perfect quartz warrior. What did she care what this disgrace to the Diamonds thought. Jasper charged the fusion again, this time hoping to pin her to the wall. Then she could beat the two into submission. One of them would need to be shattered in order to prevent their future reformation.

Jasper tucked her head, and felt as he body became a massive ball of pure, rage induced, energy. She flew at the fusion with tremendous speed, only to mis her by mere inches. She turned and began to circle the room, gaining more speed with each rotation. She finally bore down again on the fusion, this time making contact.

The Jasper began to feel herself being throw, and before she knew what had happened she slammed head first into the ship's power core. Her whole body surged with energy, and felt as though it were both freezing and on fire. She screamed, the sound drowned ot by the massive explosion of the power core. The world went white, and then black, and then the impact.


"Garnet!" John whirled around as the black and red gem ran into the room. She was battered and beaten, but otherwise looked in good spirits. A pair of sliver sunglasses covered her eyes. The ship continued to sail down towards the earth. As another explosion rocked the ship's hull, Peridot managed to wiggle free of Amethyst's graspe. The green gen hit her face on the floor and was enveloped in a green ball that disappeared for the cabin, and was shot out over the North American territory.

"The ship is going down," Garnet said.

"What about Lapis?" Steven asked, his voice filled with worry.

"There's no time," Garnet replied, and John was inclined to agree. The ship was going to crash land in the next minute seconds or so. John opened his pack, grabbed a bic, and a Greek cigar. He place it in his mouth, lit it and drew. "Probably look nice as a shot in a movie," John thought, as a pink bubble surrounded him. He puffed again on the cigar and braced for impact.


And there it is. Chapter Four, and man I don't know how I feel about this one. Sure it got the full weeks time, but in a week's time there is a LOT of rewriting. I had to dump half the chapter, and start over again, but who cares about that. Well I do, but you the reader most likely don't. So quick explaination of what some stuff is for those who don't know, and didn't google it, Greek Cigars; basically a cigar, but either rapped or rerolled with marijauna. I know what you're thinking, but isn't illegal. Well in our universe yes it is, but seeing as how the Crewniverse has stated that a great many things are different and that the shows universe is much more progressive, I think that the legalization of a plant isn't all that crazy. .22 LR: It is the world's second smallest rifle caliber, and yes it is a rifle caliber. It's in the name, .22 Long Rifle. The reason John would have this bullet in his shoe over any other, such as it's shorter brother .22 SR, is due to a few factors, and honestly I don't want this end chapter….I actually don't know what to call this/ what this is called. Point being I don't want to turn this into a massive fire arms and weed legalization rate. So with those out of the way I'll just say that I might be a little late with the next chapter, as I have all the ideas, just waaaaaaaaaaaay to many. Other than that please leave any comments, question, ideas, and please criticism in the reviews. I do read them, and would like to thank RavenGem, Wasupzombies123, and Vendicor for leaving reviews.

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