Notes

So for Omegas pearl I choose Missigno50s suggestion, because everybody else couldn't be bothered. But still, their suggestion was pretty interesting, well at least the way I see the pearl they suggested.

Now moving to the story.

Pearl threw in another piece of debris into the machine that instantly chopped it up into small pieces and sent it into its compartment.

Pearl looked up on instinct, wishing to see the bright stars in the sky, at which she loved looking at, but the only thing she could see was the dim lights that illuminated the factory above her. She sighed and returned to work, collecting debris that fell down her during production hours.

Even though her body was made from light, she still felt tired, so very tired. She couldn't remember how long she slaved at this factory, but it must have been long, as the machines have been changed a couple of times.

She was assigned here just after her creation. It wasn't usual, pearls were quite rare and a sign of prestige and power. But she was different, she was defective. Her form and her gem were of normal shape, but her coloring was not. Her gem was white, almost transparent, which on itself isn't defective. But there was one thing about it that terrified the emeralds and morganites who inspected her. The center of her almost transparent gem was of pure black color and over a dozen of same color spikes protruded from it in all direction. This reflected on her otherwise light grey form. Most of her body had these black spots which originated from her gem, located in her chest.

Nobody wanted a pearl like that. Who would want a defect? And so she was assigned here, as the cleaner.

At first she tried her best to be submissive, loyal and a perfect worker. But no matter what she did, the worker gems didn't care. They pushed her around; they constantly insulted her and sometimes even beat her. She learned to avoid them, to hide from them. She stopped working the best as she can, there was no point in doing that, so why would she do it? They beat her dedication out of her.

Sometimes, she would see other pearls, when some high class gem arrived to inspect if everything is going fine and to talk with the emerald that was running the factory. These pearls were clearly cared for. Their forms were clean; they wore nice clothes, and from the way they moved gracefully showed they clearly haven't worked a cycle in their lives. It was a huge departure from her, whose form was covered in dust and soot; her clothes were a copy of those worn by the factory workers, dark, simple, though she did appreciate it covered most of the body, as working with the typical pearl tutu would be even worse. Her form had lost all of its grace from countless hours of grueling work.

She hated this place, she hated her work, she hated those pearls, she hated their masters, and her world had become nothing but hate for those who got everything, while she had nothing.

She lifted a broken tool from the ground and threw it into the machine. At least today the factory produced smaller weapons, cleaning up after cannon production was a very hard endeavor. Maybe today wasn't as terrible of a day as all the others.

Suddenly one of the doors opened and an Emerald fallowed couple of quartz soldiers walked in. They started walking towards her. Pearl wanted to run, but she knew that the soldiers would easily catch up to her, so she stood in place.

When they were near her, the Emerald asked.

"Pearl Facet-8L5Z Cut-8T2?"

"Yes…" She answered, denying it would be a futile effort.

"Your assignment has been changed; we are here to lead you to your next one." The technician spoke out, in a monotone voice.

Pearls eyes widened. They were reassigning her?

"Change our clothes to standardized pearl clothing and follow us."

Pearl didn't understand. The order to change to her tutu meant that she was being assigned to someone as a status symbol, or sent to perform. But she was defective, and had lost all of her grace by working at this factory. Was this some sort of new idea to show your prestige in higher classes? By getting a defective pearl? She didn't know, but she complied changed her clothes, and followed the emerald.

Omega sat at its table in its study. It had finally learned to read terka language properly, it took some time, but now it could understand everything written in the books of the creatures, which they had seized more of, by intercepting merchant ships.

It was fascinating to read about terkan ideals and understanding of the worldview. As he found in one of their books, information is the key to victory. And it wanted victory to be its.

It was reading about the organic species society structure, when the door to its study opened and a pearl was pushed into its room, with the door closing behind her.

She was clearly a defect. Her white gems core was black and protruded spikes, her eyes were mismatched colors and you could clearly see white spots on her otherwise grey form. She wore one of those ridiculous pearl tutus, and was squeezing some sort of a document in her hand. She was clearly terrified, as the gem in front of her was massive, and didn't look pleased with her being here.

She slowly walked to Omegas table and put the note in front of the obsidian. It took it and started reading.

"Omega obsidian, your request for a pearl has been approved and I assign you pearl Facet-8L5Z Cut-8T2. As you don't have the time to wait for a pearl to be produced for you, and we don't want to purposefully damage our own gems, we assign you this one. Sorry, she's not the right color, but you aren't either.

Signed by Yellow Painite, by the orders of Yellow Diamond"

Omega sighed, when Yellow Diamond heard about that it was promoted, she started acting like a huge clod. She was incredibly passive aggressive in it, and it was annoying. But its request was granted, and so it didn't care.

He looked at its newly assigned pearl again.

"What's your name?"

"Pearl Facet-8L5Z Cut-8T2"

"Name"

Pearl looked nervous, she looked around, she never thought about having a name, she looked at her gem. She had noticed that the center and the spikes coming out of it look like a stylized star.

"Star…" She murmured out.

"Star" The Obsidian said.

"Yes my obsidian"

"Could you please change into something not as ridiculous?"

End notes

So it seems I will be able to upload next week, and so you will get all three of your promised stories. Also, I have a Deviantart profile, in which I will upload some sketches of the characters in this story, at least those that I can draw semi competently. There will be a link to the drawing of Star in the reviews. I hope, don't quote me on that.

Have a nice day!