Pearl was to spend her entire career in this room, and it was made to last.
One day, a note laid facing pearl.
"Telegraph? I never thought you were so old fashioned."
By the hand writing, she knew it was from her second in command.
By this point she had gotten used to his comments. Occasionally he would be flirtatious, but she didn't care. She lacked the romance she most desperately needed, and could at least trust him.
The note remined her of when she first learned Morse code.
Amethyst was clearly new to the gems, bismuth hadn't gone missing, everything was perfect. One day pearl took a stroll along the beach with rose. They saw a large wooden pole being erected.
Garnet was equally as confused.
Pearl decided to go check it out.
The mayor was giving a speech explaining the new technology.
" That sounds delightful! Would you like to learn it, pearl? "
The relatively small area of land owned on homeworld was packed. Thousands of gems lived in almost tenement like houses. White diamond regretted it from the beginning. No change lead to riots. The leadership was caged animal, made for war and forced to remain in peace. The only thing the diamonds could antagonize was the crystal gems. Antagonization lead to war.
Left, right, left right left.
Left, right, left right left.
The first development was odd. The two parties had the exact same thought. A full scale war would take too many lives. So the compromise, was to revert to classical land combat.
A specialized battalion reporting directly to strategic HQ was marching to the northern theater. The commander was handpicked by the higher-ups.
"What're ya listen' to today, sir?"
A new song began.
'rainy day dream away'
The commander was a naturally occurring malachite. His large playlist and preferencs of music was one of his most defined characteristics, aside from his rarity.
male gems were a one in lifetime sight.
"Stick Together!"
"And we'll be okay!"
A ragged jeremjevite lead a large mass of gems shuffling forward.
They were moving In The opposite direction of the army.
" Hmph. Deserters. "
The two groups met. The deserters split in two, and the true women continued straight.
" Join us, girls, Pigs to the slaughter you are."
Slowly all of them succumbed to giving up.
" Get back in your ranks!"
An officer stood on some nearby rubble, and fired into the air.
"Look, the bitches are down the road."
( Applaud and jeers )
" You're letting them in! "
" into our home, our country! "
' Your country, OFFICER! '
" Yes! M- "
and she fell on her face
( Laughter )
A shot was fired. Quickly all the people who deserted joined in. The officer was dead, and every other Loyalist.
Except the Malachite.
He glared at them. His towering figure made gems feel like they were going to shatter.
Until they did. One by one, all the gems fell to the ground, only dust remaining.
Or so they thought.
It was all in their head.
His stand, 'Rainy Day Dream Away' could lock someone into feeling something. He chose terror.
Several gems poofed.
*Rrrrip!*
A man was disguised as a gem. It was the second in command.
He walked slowly to the Malachite. He gave him a peck on the cheek.
He reached into his pocket. There was a note that read, "enough".
The gems fell to their knees. Seeing the two men, they bowed their heads.
The gravely voice of the malachite howled " Have you learned your lesson yet "
The jeremjevite stood up.
" Speak. "
"What if I have a stand?"
"Go on."
She produced a deck of cards, which was placed on the ground, her now intensely bloodshot eyes pouring out tears as the cards sprang to life and sand and danced around, but quickly toppling over and going away after seeing malachite's thousand yard stare.
" Name? "
"All along t-the w-watch tower"
"And what does it do?"
" E-espionage...?"
Both the masterminds smiled.
A quick order restarted marching, with double the troops.
Their next stop was the armored train, straight to the front line.
" Why are you here exactly?
More specifically, why did y'all desert? "
The question was simple.
The men either wouldn't listen to an officer because they were being sent to their death, or they trusted them and died.
The hardest part was to convince the men that she wasn't a spy.
But it came easier than initially expected.
The first note read:
" I do not think you are a spy "
"See that! Guards, you can leave."
Underneath the first statement was a more alarming one.
"Are you The Artist?"
" Well, I used to be. "
Malachite picked up what the other put down.
" Huh... I used to admire your music."
" Thank you."
" I shouldn't now. "
" All of those feelings, love, individualism...
The personal life is dead in our country. "
The next note read as such:
" The moment we entered the room I could tell you recognized me. Where have you seen me before?"
" I saw you... On the secession day in Alaska..."
" Go on. "
"I was a doctor during the aftermath of the attack on the Juneau secession celebration."
" I operated on you."
" On the night you went mute"
Even for that terrible man, that was an insane statement. He had no argument. She had proof. And he needed her on his team.
"Alright. You're free to go for now. From this point on, he is your superior. Your first assignment will be when we arrive at the front line."
"O-okay..."
The door slammed shut.
Another note lay.
" Babe, can we tonight?"