Day 4: The Day (Part 2)

At the highway leading into Beach City, multiple double decker buses were driving into town. In total, there were twenty-five buses. Twenty of which each held one-hundred Samaritans. And the other five of which held 'special equipment' and high ranked Samaritans.
Many of the buses went into several of the open parking lots in town. The Five buses that held the special equipment and those Samaritans , however, headed down to the Temple where Steven, Thean, Bill, and the Crystal Gems were waiting at the balcony.

"Who's coming?" Steven asked.
"Just...let's see." Thean wasn't sure himself.
As the five buses made their way to the beach, they all parked in one straight line in front of the temple. From those five buses, nine people Stepped out. Two from the first four. And one from the last one.

Four of which appeared to be old, and semitic, with white hair, beards, and wrinkles. Yet possessed an aura of authority and carried themselves with a high caliber. Each of them had a six pointed star crest on their chest armor.
Two of them were women, with voluptuous bodies that were concealed by their armor, but at the same time, showed off their feminine features without revealing skin. One was clearly of an oriental background and the other was of a caucasian one.
Two of the other men were significantly younger than the other four, but were giants by comparison to the rest. In fact, both men were about as tall as Garnet, only appearing shorter due to her massive hair. One of them was caucasian with a lumberjack beard and the other was black and bald. Both had tremendously muscular builds that was shown in the design of their armor. The last one was a much smaller man by comparison to everyone else with a weak mustache and smooth hair. He looked of Indian decent, much like Connie, but had a more rat like look that anyone could tell was not a fighter, but conniving planner. His armor fit him tightly to show off his lean form.

As they all stepped out of the vehicle, everyone on the balcony walked down as well. Once the elder men saw the Crystal Gems, they approached them first. The other five Samaritans were standing behind the elders. The Elders bowed down to the Crystal Gems with a kind of respect that was not for leaders, or queens, but Goddesses.

"Uh..." Amethyst didn't know how to react. Neither did Pearl, or Garnet. These men of a clearly higher caliber bowed to them in a very submissive manner. They all stood up faster than they expected and spoke their names. Each of them carried weapons that best fit their body type and style.

"Samson." The heaviest looking of them said. He had a chain around his chest and a heavy sawed-off shotgun at his hip.

"Luke." The tallest, as well as youngest looking of the elders said. He had what appeared to be a spear, with a large blade, and an extended rifle both on his back.

"Jibreel." Said the one with a heavy tan. He carried an automatic rifle that was hanging on a strap and scimitar sheathed on his back.

"Nathaniel" Said the eldest of them all said. He had a staff on his back that was divided into three by two dark lines and several grenades strapped at his waste.

The Gems were speechless. Thean stepped up to them.
"They don't speak english, so they just spoke their names." Thean explained, in a perfect stance that contrasted his usual rogue attitude.
Nathaniel spoke in a very defined and respecting manner. Dewey stepped in this time, just as respectfully as every other Samaritan.
"He says it is his greatest honor to meet a Crystal Gem." Dewey translated. "That at first he had a hard time believing there were other Gems, they even panicked. But once Thean and I managed to get more information about you all, he became more trusting." He finished translating after Nathaniel spoke.
"What Language is that?" Steven asked Thean quietly.
"It's an old dialect, one of the oldest in fact, it's called Hebrew, but they also speak Arabic, Mandarin, Swahili, and Deutch." He whispered to Steven.
"Wow. They're smart." Steven said in amazement.
"They're stubborn and very traditional." Thean said. Dewey spoke to the elders in a language they all understood and began leading them and the Crystal Gems, minus Steven, to the rest of the army of Samaritans, explaining the situation and ready to go over the plans.
"Thean, introduce your company to the Steven, I think he'll find them all quite...interesting." Bill hesitated.
Thean nodded and turned to the other five, multiracial, Samaritans.

"Hi, I'm Steven." Steven greeted and waved at them.
"Hey there." The asian woman said. "I'm Fasha." She said nicely and bowed.
"Aren't you the cutest!" Said the other woman to Steven, cupping his cheeks and pinching them "Nooo." Steven said in mock pain, secretly enjoying it. "I'm Saif." She informed.
"Those two giants behind us are Ivan and Jabu." She said, pointing to the black and white men.
"Greetings." They both said. The black man with a thick Russian accent, and the other with a kind of Ghanan accent that reminded Steven of Kofi. This threw Steven off, as for some reason he thought the accents were supposed to be reversed, but nevertheless, he didn't mind and smiled back as he greeted them.
"I am Ranjeet." Said the smaller man, as he appeared behind Steven and Thean, seemingly out of nowhere. Causing Steven to jump up. "Careful, I might just steal your shoes from off your feet." He said as he held up Steven's sandles, Thean sighed as if it were a joke he's heard before.
"Woah! How did you..?" Steven looked down at his bare feet on the sand. "That's amazing!" Steven exclaimed with stars in his eyes. Rajeet chuckled.
"Best thieve in the entire western hemisphere." He bows. "At your service." He smiles before being picked up by both shoulders by the two other men, each one only using one arm.
"Your skills are gonna get you in trouble one day, Raj." Said Juba.
"Leave him be, Ivan, Juba." Said Thean. They let him go as Saif approached Thean.
"Hey Thean." She said. Sounding a bit too familiar with him.
"Hey Saif." He said indifferently to her, before turning to everyone else and inviting them in the house. "Come on in, we have...whatever Steven is gonna cook." Thean said, at Steven's surprise.
"What?!" He turned toward Thean. "But I-" Steven was interrupted as the top of his head was shaken by the taller men.
"Thank you small child." Said Juba.
"Gratitude my friend." Said Ivan. Both of them making a type of powerwalk to the stairs.
"Thanks kid." Said Fasha as she ran inside for the air conditioning.
"I'm good, thanks." Saif said.
"Here's your sandles back." Rajeet returned him his sandles. "I will have a sandwich." He said as he climbed up the beams of the balcony and made it up.
Steven stood outside his own home, dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before sighing.
"Oh boy." He said and walked back in the house.


After this, I want to know you guys if you want me to change this story to M rated for more adult themes. The Samaritans are NOT a kid friendly group. But I will let you decide if you want to read them curse, drink, etc. I want to know if you guys want me to get descriptive when THE battle comes. Please leave a review saying if you want me to keep it T rated or if you want me to go the extra mile and go full War on this fic. Or PM if you want.