"Hello little one." Rose crooned. She smiled as the baby laughed. "Your child is adorable." She handed the baby back to its mother. Its leg poked out of the swaddling, turned in on itself. Clubfoot. Rose knew what would have happened if it had a gem. Poofed and broken, harvested for energy, her sisters doing nothing about it. Rose shook her head, waving goodbye to her new friends. That was Homeworld. On Earth, doctors treated them, and they got better.
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"What do these do?" Rose asked. Midnight was almost upon them, and everyone was ready to fight. But she was curious. The human recruit tipped his hat, a smarmy grin on his face.
"Y'see ma'am, it's a long gun. It shoots little bullets out the hole," He aimed it at the ground in between a skittish aquamarine's feet, "which can take anything or anyone out." He shot. The aquamarine jumped and looked around, before flying away towards the Temple. The sound was extremely loud. Rose nodded. It was a serious weapon, one that could easily shatter a gem. She would have to find every human and tell them. It was so strange. Every weapon was a gem's own, or made by a didn't have anything like this on Homeworld.
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Rose only meant for a quick peek. See what the humans were doing now. But then she stayed. The song, the passion, the man himself. It called to her, until she alone stood at the edge of the light, a sole spectator to the ode to her old home. The man belted out the last lyrics, and she clapped. It echoed in the wide open air. Singing wasn't like this on Homeworld. Earth was just so different from her old home. Everything constantly changed. She loved it.