Five freakin' months!? I'm so sorry, I just...don't know how time passes this quickly. This chapter sucked to get through, too, I'm sorry to say, especially the first half.

Anyway, let's not delay! I hope you enjoy!

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS ONE!" –the newly created transformation bellows, striking a pose.

Aja and Varvatos step back, balking at Ben's new form; physically, she's largely identical to Aja – same height, same proportions, same doubled up arms – but the Omnitrix badge has replaced the little semi-transparent window she has on her upper chest, her hair is shorter and slightly curled at the tips, and the lightly armored jumpsuit she wears is black and white with glowing green trimmings, as opposed to Aja's various shades of blue. Their irises, too, are slightly green-tinted, a bright turquoise on solid black instead of the regular neon blue – perhaps the closest to green that Akiridion eyes can possibly get.

Kevin snorts. "No name, seriously? You've been on top of all the others, Tennyson."

Ben's Royal Akiridion form frowns. "Well, I thought about calling her 'Lionize', but I figured that was a little too fancy for a superhero name." –she says. She sounds almost the exact same as Aja, though her strange accent is a smidge less pronounced.

"Lionize, really?" –he asks, raising an eyebrow.

The unnamed alien pouts, clenching a fist and making it glow. "I mean, I'm pretty sure this one has ionization powers…and 'lionize' means treating someone like a celebrity, right? I got the sample from an actual princess, so I thought it was appropriate." –she explains. "But y'know, I'll admit it's not as cool as 'Heatblast' or 'XLR8'."

"I get it, dude." –Kevin drawls. "I just didn't think you even had 'lionize' in your vocabulary."

"I probably wouldn't if my mother wasn't a politician." –she admits. "Anyway, I guess being good at naming aliens doesn't carry across universes. That's a bummer."

Gwen's eyebrow rises. "Wait, what do you mean? Don't you name your aliens?"

Akiridion-Ben shrugs. "They kinda come pre-named – I just know what to call myself when I transform. Azmuth thinks that's what the so-called Ben Prime named them, and so far I've liked them, so I've just gone with it. The only ones I've named all by myself are Power Girl and Lionize, because I guess the Codon Stream didn't have Kryptonians or Akiridions already – though apparently, 'Lionize' doesn't work for some people." –she says, staring pointedly at Kevin.

Julie smirks. "We can workshop it later, Ben." –she says, seemingly agreeing with Kevin. "Let's focus on our new, uh…friends."

"Right." –not-Lionize says, shedding the accidental transformation. "Diplomacy."

"Why did you do that!?" –Aja demands, once the shock wears off. "You copied my body like some kind of-of-of…flashy Lenopan!"

Ben winces. "I'm sorry, I honestly didn't mean to. Your hand made contact with the Omnitrix and that automatically activated its Scan Mode because it apparently didn't have your species in its databanks. It's only happened once before, so I didn't really think to warn you." –he explains. "To be fair, though, I would've expected Akiridions to be in there already – from the data Director Brand sent us, you guys aren't exactly newcomers to galactic society."

"Akiridions don't leave their home system much." –Kevin supplies. "And their artificial bodies are new. Well, new-ish – a lot more recent than the Omnitrix's creation, that's for sure."

Aja shakes her head, taking a hand to her face. "It's fine, Ben Tennyson. Just…do not do anything like that again without warning me, okay? One sibling is more than enough."

Said sibling finally joins the group. "Seklos and Gaylen, Varvatos! I can't believe you fought an Omnitrix wielder and survived!" –he says, equal parts excited and terrified, then turns to the others. "Oh, yes, uh…sorry for accusing you of being bounty hunters, Terrans. I should've known it was a mathematical impossibility that any mercenaries could've beat us here, considering how much of a backwater this mudball is."

"It's alright, no harm done." –Ben says, though he makes a funny face at the prince's underhanded insult. "I know you guys just escaped a horrible situation, and we only wanna make sure you're safe here on Earth."

"Varvatos Vex very much doubts that you would do this out of the kindness of your heart." –he says, then sighs. "But he recognizes that the Royals are starved for choice with the Mothership grounded. Your assistance will be most reluctantly accepted."

The unmistakable buzz of Quinjet rotors is heard over the treeline, and soon enough, a S.W.O.R.D. delegation arrives at the crash site; Ben kind of expected the whole dang cavalry, but only two Quinjets have come, painted white with red and gold outlines to differentiate them from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gunmetal gray ones. The aircraft are also equipped with an extra pair of advanced rocket boosters in order to fly to and from Excalibur, he assumes.

Director Brand steps out from her Quinjet, flanked by half a dozen troopers in S.W.O.R.D. colors wielding some kind of advanced rifle. She limps towards them, her sharp gaze examining their new guests. "I am Abigail Brand, Director of the Sentient/World Observation and Response Division – S.W.O.R.D. for short – an international organization dedicated to human research and exploration of the cosmos, as well as the establishment and upkeep of diplomatic, cultural, and military relations with the various powers and entities of the Milky Way galaxy."

She nods at them. "Princess Aja, Prince Krel, Commander Vex – welcome to Earth." –she says, plainly. "We've been briefed on your situation, and we're committed to safeguarding you to the best of our ability."

"Thank you." –Aja says, taking both right hands to her chest and bowing her head. "You do your world and species credit, Abigail Brand. I promise you the people of Akiridion-V will remember the kindness of Terrans so long as House Tarron sits on the throne."

"If we ever sit on the throne again." –Krel interjects, glum. "I don't mean to rush this little ceremony, but Morando won't stand idly after our escape."

"You're right, he won't. In fact, he didn't." –Abigail agrees. "General Morando has put out a bounty on all your heads – your temporarily deceased parents included. I'm told it's the highest on record: nine billion Akiridion crestons, or about eleven billion units." –she says. "We don't have a set conversion rate for our own human currencies yet, but from the talks we've had with the Nova Empire's representatives, I'm pretty sure that's almost 1.5 trillion bucks. You could buy Canada for that kind of money."

Varvatos cackles. "Your economy must be in shambles!"

"Well they do only have the one planet." –Krel shrugs. "That's not too bad…for a mudball."

"Yes, well. The mudball will be your home for the foreseeable future, I'm afraid." –Abigail smirks, a hard edge to her gaze. "I'm no expert, but even I can tell your vessel has suffered significant damage, and primitive as this world is, you won't be able to fix everything."

Krel grumbles. "What do you suggest, Abigail Brand, Director of S.W.O.R.D.?" –Aja asks.

"Jokes aside, we're no strangers to settling extraterrestrials on Earth. Though none of them have ever been quite as high profile as you, we've managed to safeguard all manner of refugees – even political targets, like you've unfortunately become." –she says. "You've brought a home with you, so we can figure out a living situation as soon as possible, and set up a security network for the duration of your stay."

"You're gonna make them use their busted-ass ship as a house?" –Kevin frowns.

"From what I've been told, the Mothership was designed with that exact purpose in mind – to serve as a secure housing unit for Akiridion royalty whenever their business took them away from the homeworld." –Abigail explains.

"As influential as we are within the Nova Empire, we have no shortage of enemies." –Aja admits. "We are only truly safe in Akiridion-V – or we were, at least."

"Isn't it gonna stick out like a sore thumb? Arcadia's aesthetic is kinda stuck between the 50s and 70s, not the 3000s." –Julie sarcastically points out.

"Please, Terran. Concealing the Mothership from whatever sensory organs or technologies your species has managed to cobble together will be child's play before Akiridion Hard Light technology." –Krel shrugs.

"It's settled, then." –Abigail says, turning to Ben. "We'll need your assistance to transport the Mothership. I already have a location in mind."

He nods. "I'm guessing you'll need us for this 'security network' you mentioned, too."

Abigail sighs. "Unfortunately, yes. Though it means we're now free from Kree control, Vilgax destroying the Accuser's blockade and the Sol system subsequently losing its status as an Exclusion Zone leaves us in a vulnerable position until we can secure Nova military support, and that won't happen for a while yet."

"Don't worry, we'll pick up the slack." –Ben shrugs. "I think the Akiridions know we're more than capable by now."

"It's true." –Aja admits. "And if I didn't, knowing that the rumor of Vilgax's defeat on this world is a fact would probably convince me. The power of the Omnitrix must be as unbeatable as the legends say."

Half an hour later, the Mothership has been moved, courtesy of Power Girl, to a residential area merely a few hundred feet away from the crash site – more specifically, a cul-de-sac that appears to have been left unfinished, four other nearby houses apparently devoid of inhabitants. According to Abigail, the owner of this development project died in the Chitauri invasion of New York, and S.W.O.R.D. snatched it up through a shell company almost as soon as he picked up the Omnitrix.

"I had a feeling it'd be useful." –Abigail shrugs, when questioned. "It's not exactly practical to keep an eye on you from high Earth orbit – or Area 51, for that matter – so I thought I'd establish a covert monitoring outpost or something here. Now I'm just glad I never got around to building it."

"Wait, you guys own Area 51?" –Ben balks.

Abigail simply winks at him.

The Mothership gets gently placed on what would've been the foundation of a fifth house, which is a nicer way of calling the giant hole in the ground that the tear-shaped spacecraft now sits in, roughly half buried. It's not exactly subtle, but Prince Krel has a plan, which he promises to explain to them once they're inside the ship.

It's not the first time Ben's been inside an alien starship, but it is the first time he's there willingly. The Akiridion Mothership is tiny in comparison to Vilgax's flagship, but it's still mercifully spacious, showcasing a Tron-like aesthetic of white and glowing blue as far as the eye can see. Ben, admittedly, can't really make much sense of everything he's seeing – aside from the weird bulbous orange crystals grafted onto the hull, the Chimeran Hammer was a lot more straightforward. Krel leads them up one deck to the bridge, which offers a hugely open view of everything around the 'house'.

"Mother, is the visual customization system operational?"

A small, mostly two-dimensional hologram in the shape of the Mothership pops into view, pulsing with every word. "Affirmative, My Royal."

"Scan the area and design an appropriate facsimile shell. Divert power from all non-essential systems and build us one of these crude Terran dwellings, please."

The Mothership sends out a barely visible pulse of cyan light that washes over its surroundings. A holographic representation of the vessel and its position on the ground appears, and a 50s style house grows around it – very flat and wide, with an ample front lawn and even bigger backyard, complete with a pool. The ship rumbles, and the design becomes reality, panels of blue light spreading from the hull and filling the void, shaping itself into a home. It's like a three-dimensional videogame model without textures, until those, too, start to appear and gain definition.

When the process is finished, there is a fifth home in the cul-de-sac, hard light completely indistinguishable from brick and mortar. The group steps out into the brand new home through a sort of 'portal' hidden behind a fake fireplace. The inside of the house follows the same retro aesthetic, still shifting around to accommodate brand new appliances that nevertheless seem taken straight out of the I Love Lucy set.

"Man, you guys really went for the aesthetic, huh?" –Julie wonders.

Aja tilts her head, confused. "Is this not what most Terran homes look like?"

The humans wince or shake their heads. "Apologies, my Royals. The range of my scan was hampered by the damage we've sustained, so I was forced to combine the surrounding architecture with Akiridion-V's tiny database on Terran life, which may be several dozen keltons out of date."

"About sixty or seventy, yeah. These appliances are ancient. We can provide a modern database, if you'd prefer." –Abigail supplies, amused.

"We'll take it, but…unfortunately, we don't have enough energy for a full reset. It'll have to stay as is until I can repair or replace our power source." –Krel admits, shaking his head. "Ay, ay, ay."

Abigail snorts. "Well, it'll have to do. I doubt people will have much reason to bother you here, anyway – it's a quiet part of town. You should be able to lay low here."

"You say that, but they're still seven feet tall and glow bright blue even in daylight." –Kevin points out.

"The Mothership is equipped with a Transduction Chamber." –Krel says. "Akiridion physiology is designed to be malleable, as our artificial bodies are unable to grow or meaningfully change on their own. The transduction process is typically intended to progress the bodies of young Akiridions to their next growth stage or customize appearances at will, but it has also been used by more adventurous people to spend a day in the life of other species." –he explains. "It should be able to give all of us human forms to pass off as locals and conceal our Life Cores from most bounty hunters."

"A reminder: energy levels are too low to maintain the transduction effect for longer than approximately twelve horvaths per delson." –the ship's AI says.

"Half a day's not bad." –Abigail translates for the humans. "I doubt you'll have much reason to be out and about, anyway."

"Agreed." –Varvatos says, sagely. "In fact, Varvatos would strongly suggest the Royals stay safely inside the Mothership while we are on this planet!"

Ben snorts. "Well, that's gonna get boring in a hurry." –he says.

"Yes, I have to agree. I will not be doing that." –Aja says, making a face. "Mama and Papa never allowed us to visit any planet outside the home system, and I refuse to waste this opportunity to explore Terra. Besides, Varvatos; wouldn't you say scouting our surroundings for potential threats and escape routes is worth some minor risk?"

Varvatos' scowl deepens, but he grumbles in defeat. "Varvatos sees you paid attention to your military strategy instructors after all, Princess Aja. Very well." –he says. "But Varvatos has one condition: neither of you may leave this house alone! You will partner with each other or Varvatos, or requisition the presence of the Omnitrix wielder and his allies."

Krel snorts. "That's fine. Mama and Papa's regeneration will need close attention and I have no interest in 'scouting our surroundings', or whatever excuse Aja comes up with next, so I doubt I'll be leaving the Mothership."

Aja shoots her younger brother a dirty look, while Abigail rolls her eyes. "We'll change your mind about Earth yet, Prince Krel." –she says, amused, then turns to Aja and Varvatos. "A handler will be in touch with you shortly, and I'll inform you about the security strategy as soon as the details are finalized, Commander Vex."

Varvatos nods, and Abigail turns to him next. "Ben, keep them safe." –she says, pointedly. "And don't get cocky, kid; beating Vilgax was a feat and a half, no doubt, but the Omnitrix is not an automatic win button. Always assume your next foe might be the one to beat you."

Ben winces. "Right."

"I'll leave you to it, then." –Abigail says. "Anything you need, don't hesitate to reach out."

Abigail smirks, and taps her cane against the fake wooden floor, vanishing in a sphere of green light and electricity. Krel's eyes widen. "Wait, was that…?"

"Ancient Galvan tech on Earth? Yeah, it was." –Kevin sneers. "The Omnitrix is one thing, but I promise you humanity is full of surprises, kid."

Once the S.W.O.R.D. contingent is gone, Krel dives back into the Mothership's core with hurried excuses – Ben isn't quite sure if he's actually tending to urgent matters or just would rather avoid interacting with Terrans any longer than absolutely necessary. Varvatos sets about exploring their new home and strange Terran devices, and Gwen and Kevin go out to inspect the surrounding neighborhood to get the lay of the land, leaving Aja alone with Ben and Julie. The trio steps outside, checking out the backyard and sitting by pool. Ben sticks his hand in the water, curious. It feels like the real deal, alright, even though it's merely light given form and substance.

Krel was right – Akiridion hard light tech is nuts.

"I guess this is home now." –Aja mutters, looking around. "I like it, but…"

"It's not the same?" –Julie prompts.

The princess hums her agreement. "I feel blind here." –she admits. "All of Akiridion-V is interconnected through our silicon-based architecture. You can place a hand to the ground and contact your friend, halfway around the planet – even in one of our moons, physically connected to Akiridion-V through synthetic rings. The air there, it doesn't move around like it does here, but it's still alive with the interacting ionic fields of every Akiridion around you. This planet, it's…well, alien."

"I get that." –Ben says. "I've never been off-world, but I have travelled across the country a bunch of times. You'll cross from one biome into another and it'll feel like a whole different planet."

"Terra is noted for this, did you know?" –Aja says. "Your planet is the most biodiverse in the galaxy, so far as it's been explored. Most worlds are lucky to have a handful of different environments, but Terra has dozens. It's almost like the Celestial Host had a particular fondness for your planet – or ran out of creativity for the rest of us, at least."

"Yeah, well." –Ben purses his lips. "I guess it's also known for being primitive and backwards, huh?

Aja winces. "You should understand, my little brother doesn't mean to be insulting. He takes solace in his technological acumen, and losing our parents…well, you might understand why he's acting out a bit. This planet has a long way to go, yes, but even Xandarians and Kree, already space-faring over fifty-thousand keltons ago, pale in comparison to the earliest recorded civilizations, like the Galvans who made that." –Aja says, pointing at the Omnitrix. "In that context, your planet and mine are much closer together than Krel would like to admit."

"What is your homeworld like, anyway?" –Julie wonders.

"Big." –Aja says, smirking. "Much bigger than Terra, at least. It is a ringed, super-terrestrial world orbited by nine satellites – four natural, five artificial. The atmosphere is mostly ozone, giving the entire planet a blue tint in various hues, from turquoise to indigo. There is no water there, I'm afraid."

"Well, we couldn't breathe there anyway." –Ben shrugs. "You called it Akiridion-5, right?"

"Yes, the fifth planet from the star Akiridion."

Ben blinks. "You call a lot of things Akiridion." –he notes. "Your sun, your planet, your species…"

Aja giggles. "Technically, only the star was called 'Akiridion' by our ancestors. We don't have a name for our world or species, so we were assigned it after first contact with the Xandarians. They didn't have a name for their species either – though I'm sure I don't need to explain it to you, Terrans."

"'Humans', actually." –Julie says. "And our planet isn't really called 'Terra' – well, maybe in Latin and scientific papers. In English, the language we're using now, the planet is called 'Earth'."

Aja's eyes widen. "Oh. Interesting! A lot of species don't have specific names for themselves or their planets. It's a lot more common for stars to get named by early civilizations, so that's what people get named after in most of those situations."

Ben sighs. "We really do have a lot to catch up on, huh? Not just about Akiridions, but the way the galaxy works in general. I bet Grandpa Max is an expert in this sort of thing."

"Max Tennyson, right?" –Aja asks. "He's very good at this, yes – your grandfather is a hero to everyone in the Nova Empire. But I doubt he always was, Benjamin Tennyson; the same way Krel and I are completely unprepared to take the throne, I would not expect you to be nearly as capable as your grandfather was in his prime. Honestly, the fact that you were able to defeat Vilgax still boggles my mind."

He shrugs, awkwardly. "Eh, it was a team effort."

Julie elbows him fondly. "Hey, I know Abigail said not to get a big head, but I think we all know taking down Vilgax was a big fucking deal. You beat the shit out of him for about half the battle and you're the one who delivered the finishing blow, so I think you deserve to brag at least a little."

"Please do." –Aja agrees. "I love to hear about a good battle, so…how did you defeat Vilgax?"

Ben purses his lips, trying to keep his word, but it's useless. His ego has been properly stroked. "Alright, alright. I guess it all began when my grandpa faked his death…"

"Houston, we've got a problem."

240,000 miles away and a day later, Monica Rambeau peeks around the corner of a ruined dwelling and towards a similarly destroyed courtyard, the remains of broken, ancient statues and long dead trees killed by the rupture of the dome above them dotting her sight line. The crackling of the radio inside her helmet and her steady breathing are her only company in the near-hard vacuum of Luna – or at least they were, until a few moments ago. "Acknowledged, Spectrum. What is it?"

She sends over the feed from the camera on the right side of her helmet. Visibility is poor, of course, on the dark side of the Moon, but the recording's subjects make up for it by having all sorts of glowing bits all over their body and gear. "Bounty hunters, I'm pretty sure." –she says, squinting, trying to match the newcomers to the various profiles on their Nova-given files. "Looks like that nine billion creston bounty was a real potent motivator."

Director Brand chimes in. "Jesus, already?"

"Unfortunately." –Monica mutters. "They landed in the ruins of Amaquelin Promenade five minutes ago. It looks like they might be setting up shop."

Her HUD pings with a match. "Positive ID confirmed: it's the Zeron Brotherhood." –she says. "Three of them right off the bat. That's not good."

"Understatement of the year – and this year's been fucking wild." –Brand laments. "The Zerons are top tier hunters – a family, no less, in a profession full of lone wolves. They have a reputation for maximum casualties and wanton collateral damage."

"I thought bounty hunters were supposed to hold themselves to some standards." –Monica raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, they get sanctioned all the time. Three guesses as to how much they give a shit, though." –Brand says, sardonically. "They're just too good to expel from the Guild."

Monica snorts. "I guess it's oddly comforting to know corruption and greed are universal."

The lead hunter, Zeron Alpha – who looks like the mythical Anubis in the flesh, a bipedal jackal-like creature of undetermined species – plants a sort of spiked baton in the ground, which starts pinging with a red light at the top. From their gunship above, a sort of escape pod looking apparatus, roughly seven feet tall and four feet across, comes down and lands on the beacon.

"What is that?" –she wonders.

"Damn it. That's a forward operating station, Monica. It's a direct link to the Guild on Knowhere." –Abigail says. "Get out of there, there's nothing you can do. Head back to base."

Monica wants to argue – what are her powers even for, if not to do as Carol and protect people from bastards like these? – but she trusts Abigail enough not to, like her mother before her. She pulls back, Moon-jumping and phasing through ruined buildings with ease as she heads back to her rover. Far above, hexagonal rifts in space-time open, at least three that she can see, all heading down towards the Zerons. "More bounty hunters?"

"Yeah. You were right: they are setting up shop. This is the first stage in establishing a Guild outpost on the Moon."

Y'all, I tried. I'm just incredibly bad at naming things, so we don't have a name for the Akiridion transformation yet. If you have any suggestions, please tell me, because Lionize just doesn't gel with me I'm afraid. Anyway, I'm really happy I managed to hit almost all the plot beats I wanted, but I did have to leave out the Queen-in-Waiting ceremony - I ultimately felt it was too personal for the Alien Force crew to be around for it.

Some trivia for y'all:
-As established back in Changing of the Guard, there is some subconscious link between all Omnitrix wielders across the Multiverse thanks to the Codon Stream. Perhaps ironically, Ben Prime can't feel it at all. While not all Omnitrix wielders name their transformations after the names Ben Prime picked - Ben 23's terrible alternatives, for example, or Gwen 10 who uses the proper species names - most do because it just feels right.
-S.W.O.R.D.'s color scheme for vehicles and troopers is based on the time travel suits worn by the Avengers in Endgame! The sleek white, black, and red just screams "space" to me, much more so than time travel shenanigans. Officer uniforms are gray and gold like the Galaxy Garrison in Voltron though.
-I actually came up with a little bit of an exchange rate for the various currencies in the Kryptonverse! They're mostly based on the US dollar and its rate versus other currencies like the British pound, the Mexican peso, Japanese yen, etc. The most commonly accepted currency in the galaxy is the Nova Unit, closely followed by Kree Imperial Credits. 1 Nova Unit is roughly equivalent to 132 dollars, so you could buy a Nintendo Switch for like 2 units and change, lol
-The Mothership is kinda like The Beast (the US presidential limousine) on steroids; ironically, it was personally designed by Morando for the protection of the Royal family before he ever decided to turn against them, which means Aja and Krel are still alive thanks to him.
-No Area 49-B here, I'm afraid. We're doing actual Area 51 babyyy! In all seriousness, Area 51 is supposed to be where the Garrison from Voltron is located, where the Paladins studied before finding the Blue Lion, itself hidden away in the Grand Canyon. Isn't it *wild* that the Blue Lion was only a 7 hour-ish drive from the Omnitrix?
-Kinda calling myself out here (and the sci-fi genre in general) with the whole "Earth is the most diverse place in the galaxy". I'll admit it, I'm already bad enough at describing Earth environments, I'm just not qualified to design alien ones. Planetwide ecosystems are kind of a staple in sci-fi anyways, lol.
-Many people of the Milky Way *know* Celestials exist, and a lot of them know they created the universe, too; this has had various consequences, such as eradicating the worship of local gods in many advanced worlds (and thus many of the gods themselves), creating cults around the Celestial Host and various individual Celestials, and paradoxically, provoking a lot of people to no longer worship any higher power, as the severed head of Knowhere proves in their eyes that not even the most powerful beings in the universe are invincible. In the particular case of the Akiridions, they worship Gaylen as their creator and Seklos as their ultimate savior (even though she saved them from Gaylen).
-Akiridion-V is roughly 7 times the diameter and mass of Earth, making it a Super-Earth. It's still a terrestrial world, though less dense than Earth due to a lack of some of the heavier metals in the crust. The artificial satellites are basically massive space stations largely dedicated to surplus habitation, starship production, and tourism - it's extremely rare that aliens are allowed on the homeworld itself.
-Here we have the introduction of Monica Rambeau! She is 28 years old right now, and has been part of SWORD for 7 of those. While Maria didn't found the agency in this universe, she was to Abigail as Fury was to Peggy Carter - a second-in-command who revolutionized SWORD for modern times. Maria's not dead, btw, she's just retired.
-The Zerons come from Wild Space/the Terminus Systems; there's quite a few species out there that haven't been officially met by galactic civilization, let alone catalogued, so we don't know what they actually are - and they aren't exactly telling. All that really matters is that they're intelligent and extremely deadly.
-The base mentioned here is the abandoned Diamond Observatory on the Moon! Rose Quartz allowed SWORD to use it as part of their deal. They can't use the tech anyway, it's hard-locked to Gems.

That's it from me! Hope you enjoyed :D if you have any questions or comments, please reach out through comment/review/asks on tumblr (darthkvznblogs). Until next time!
That's it from me!