Debbie watched with a mixture of acrid fear and shocked interest as the gem, apparently called Yellow Diamond, glared down at Peridot with a look of distaste.

"Peridot." Yellow Diamond scowled, "Why have I not received any reports on your progress? Or Jasper's."

Her voice was venomous and cold. Debbie immediately felt her heart drop. One wrong word could send this one reeling with anger.

"Our…strategy has not gone according to plan," Peridot said tonelessly, "Jasper is currently trapped in a fusion with the traitor, Lapis Lazuli, somewhere on the bottom of Earth's oceans."

There was an enraged scowl as the Commanding Gem slammed her fist down on the console in acute rage, "That weak-willed gem…is hardly of any use in a fight, and you are telling me that she is somehow keeping one of my officers as a prisoner with fusion?!" Yellow Diamond thundered.

Peridot, to her credit, didn't even flinch. "Yes Commander."

For a moment all was silent, "Look into this further." Yellow Diamond hissed.

"What?" Peridot jolted, looking caught off guard.

The off-tone response earned Peridot a withering glare, but luckily little else, "If this, Lapis Lazuli, gem can keep prisoners with fusion, there is no reason we shall not be able to produce the same result."

"Yes, Yellow Diamond."

There was a pause, "I have sent Zircon to Earth for aide."

Debbie's eyes widened, watching as Peridot stiffened uncomfortably. "How long until estimated arrival?"

"Four days."

"Understood."

"Anything of use to report."

"The Crystal Gems have become a larger threat than we first assumed." Peridot scowled, "They've destroyed my ship and glitched my communications. I can only receive messages, no longer send them."

There was a simmering look immediately marring Yellow Diamond's face, "You're a mechanic."

"But-."

"So FIX IT! Like you were programmed to do!" Yellow Diamond roared and with that, the communication was severed.

Debbie winced as Peridot flinched back, as if struck. Debbie warily removed herself from the pile of equipment and went to stand beside Peridot. For a while, nothing was said.

"C'mon Salad Fingers," Debbie sighed and plonked a hand down on her head, "Let's go home."

Without a word, Peridot obliged, head lowered and body tense. Debbie walked alongside her, flanking her left side like a silent guardian.

'I'd be willing to bet things just got a lot more complicated.'