"So...how does this thing work?" Debbie asked as she reluctantly stepped onto the small crystal structure.
Peridot gave her a look, "It's not going to do anything until I activate it." She huffed.
"Well how the hell would I know that?" Debbie retorted as she stood beside the gem.
Peridot merely rolled her eyes and with a quick flash of her gem the warp activated with a rapid burst of white light. Debbie shrieked and latched onto Peridot's arm as they were suddenly pulled skyward through the beam. Peridot raised a brow but reluctantly allowed the woman to hold onto her when her backside began to float higher than the rest of her.
The trip was short-lived and soon Debbie found herself once-again affected by gravity. Debbie yelped as she suddenly fell face-first in the dirt and scowled as Peridot rolled her eyes, "What a clod."
"Oh shut up," Debbie grumbled, "Maybe you should have warned me about the defining lack of gravity."
Peridot merely shrugged and began walking towards the decrepit structure nearby.
"The Stadium..." Debbie murmured and slowly began to pad after the gem.
The Stadium had been one of the decisive turning points in the Gem War. Humans and Gems alike had stood guard here to defend the earth. The once-popular baseball stadium had been reduced to little more than a pile of crumbling stone and concrete.
"Hey! Clod!"
Debbie snapped out of her musings as Peridot shouted at her from a dilapidated entrance to the Stadium. With a sigh, she rushed ahead to catch up with the green alien.
Things were quiet, save for the echoing footsteps, as Debbie and Peridot walked alongside one another through the halls of the Stadium.
"Hey...Peridot." Debbie said softly, "How old are you anyway?"
The green gem gave her a quizzical look, "Why would you want to know that?" Peridot scoffed dismissively, "It's not like it would matter to you."
Debbie rolled her eyes and sighed, "Nevermind then. It was just a question." Debbie replied.
For a few moments the semi-silence returned.
"Four years..." Peridot mumbled.
"What?" Debbie asked.
"I'm...four years old." Peridot grumbled a bit louder.
Debbie stared at the gem, completely gobsmacked by her answer. "Four years?!" Debbie cried, "There's no way in hell you're only four years old!"
Peridot glared at the woman, "I'm not lying! I breached four years ago and was fitted with my data!" Peridot snapped.
"Breached? Fitted with data?" Debbie repeated, her mind swirling with confusion.
"Gems are grown on Homeworld!" Peridot groaned in exasperation, "And after we're "born" they make us download battle specs, personal traits, proper conduct, and other basic information."
"Is that how all gems are?" Debbie asked as Peridot walked a little faster.
"Of course not!" Peridot huffed, "We can be born naturally. There just hasn't been one of those since the war began."
Peridot suddenly turned a sharp right and ducked under a fallen column. Debbie hesitantly followed after her and went slack-jawed with awe as she drank in the sights of what could be described as none other than Peridot's Room.
Okay, explanation time!
I theorize that Peridot isn't an older gem. She has moments where she acts as though she was born recently. Sometimes she doesn't expect things on her own body to work, she can't shoot her own hand-cannon without falling yet, and she hasn't summoned a weapon from her gem.
Sometimes even her behavior even hints that she's not quite used to her surroundings or even basic interactions with other people.
And when I say Peridot's Room, I mean something akin to the Crystal Gem's rooms in the temple.