Citrine's Yellow Hand Ship
Facet 74ny4 cut v0n's personal quarters

"No vacations, no retirement, no aging, no upward mobility of my rank." Citrine, aka Facet 74ny4 (Tanya) cut v0n, wrote in her personal journal in her very first life's language, it galled her that she was still able to keep her knowledge intact of her first life's language and memories for her third life. Tanya's second life was rife with conflict with at least an end in sight, but now her third life has no sign of ending in conflicts. She was only there for a little while to fight in the Rose Quartz rebellion, but her memories of that wasteful end of the rebellion reminded her that her standing in Gem society of the Great Diamond Authority only amounted to so much; so many gems on both sides were snuffed out by the remaining gems, so was she only fortunate enough that Yellow Diamond saw fit to get her out before the call was made.

"A shame honestly." Tanya continued to write in her secret journal, "All the potential of every gem wasted on the lone fact that everyone can only do what they were made to do." Tanya wrote in her journal with a sour expression, it was also a shame that most of the loyalist side of the rebellion were caught in whatever the Diamond's did to Pink Diamond's first and last colony. However a nagging feeling always pecked away at the back of Tanya's mind of how too simple it was for a Diamond of all gems to be shattered, it was even more odd to Tanya that Homeworld was running low on resources after the failed colony of Pink Diamond and the end of Rose's rebellion.

Tanya leaned back in her hover chair and brought up her stylus that she used to write on her private dataslate, she began tapping her chin with the stylus in thought. Each time she thought back to Rose Quartz's rebellion, things kept not adding up. Pink Diamond should have been guarded by legions of soldiers at her beck and call, and yet, records state that Rose herself managed to get past all the guards and shatter Pink diamond; that doesn't even take into account that a diamond, a mineral in of itself that is known as the the hardest to shatter, was, well, shattered like a common gem.

Tanya shrugged to herself and put a pin on the continuing private investigation she had been doing over the last ten centuries since the end of Rose's rebellion. It was something to do on her own time, to quell the monotony of her nigh immortal life save for being shattered. She had been safe so far from being seen as useless or retaining a defect that'd mark her to be shattered like so many other gems. At first she was traumatized and worried for her own fate of her third life, but after so many centuries, Tanya had grown numb and became desensitized to the reality that she lives in such a society.

Pushing herself away from her desk and turning around on her chair, Tanya closed her dataslate up and hopped off to head out of her private quarters to check on the progress of the ongoing rebellion she had just arrived not too long ago. Marching herself off through her doorway that opened up upon scanning her gem's signature on her chest, Tanya continued heading her way towards the bridge while passing by several soldiers and workers under her command. 'Citrine' would give each one a passing glance of a stern look, causing each one to stiffened up and salute her before continuing as they were before she passed them by. Sometimes it felt good to be in charge, but at the same time Tanya despised it. She didn't earn it, 'Citrine' was made into the position.

As Tanya strode onto the bridge of her ship, she took a passing glance around to watch the rare few era 1 Nephrites and Peridots hard at work to pilot the ship and its many facilities along with its faculties. 'Citrine's' eyes glanced to her left and right to notice two Jasper Quartz were at door guard duty, they both caught Citrine staring at them and straightened up. "Ma'am!" They saluted, causing the rest of the crew to bring their attention momentarily to 'Citrine'. Tanya, who whilst was towered over by most Quartz, was no less authoritative than the station given her as she proceeded to give everyone a glare. "Return to your posts, no need to greet me." she ordered out as she marched her way in with her hands clasped behind her back; meanwhile the rest of the crew seemed to work harder in some form or manner by the mere presence of 'Citrine'.

Once Tanya reached her captain's chair, she let out an exhausted sigh. "Must you all be so tense." she hollered out with a peeved look, "I am not in a call with Yellow Diamond after all." she remarked, earning the desired effect as her crew relaxed a bit. "Good." 'Citrine said as she took a seat on her personal chair, "It wouldn't do to have everyone so uptight." she mused while she crossed her arms in front of her chest and crossed her legs to lounge a bit in her chair. "You'd think they were afraid I'd shatter them on a whim." Tanya internally mused while watching the view from orbit of the planet below in the process of a rebellion breaking out.

"Ever since Rose rebelled, every other colony has seen fit to think they can break off and rise up against the Diamond Empire." Tanya continued to muse internally, all the while clasping her hands in a steeple in front of her while resting her elbows on her chair's armrest, and idly tapped her foot up and down in the air to ease the ongoing boredom that invaded her mind. "Pearl!" 'Citrine' ordered out, prompting an orange pearl to walk up around Tanya's chair and present her own dataslate.

Orange Pearl smiled as she presented her current status review of the ongoing conflict, "As you requested, I have compiled all the conflicts ongoing around planet F78, they are ready for your perusal." the Pearl announced gladly as she smiled and handed her dataslate off to 'Citrine'.

"Thank you Pearl." 'Citrine' said with a clipped tone as she accepted the dataslate and began reviewing the status of the planet, Orange Pearl stepped back and clasped her hands behind her back and waited for her next order.

From Orange Pearl's point of view, she felt genuine pride and happiness that she was given the opportunity to be 'Citrine's' pearl, and it wasn't just any Citrine gem either. The Citrine that Orange Pearl was in servitude to was none other than Yellow Diamond's personal Citrine that she made personally; Thus, by her logic, Orange Pearl was working for the very extension of Yellow Diamond herself.

From other gems' point of view, they were rather relaxed in feeling they can be less tense under Yellow Diamond's Citrine, that is, away from the prying eyes of homeworld and any of its other more stricter gems of the caste system. Very rarely did Citrine ever shatter a gem under her command, save for the rare few times of mutiny; Most of the gems wished they could have it stay like this, far away from homeworld and serving under Citrine, cause at least under her, things didn't have to be so strict and tense.

Meanwhile with 'Citrine', Tanya was skimming through her Pearl's dataslate, and furrowed her brow as she began to connect a few things together in the reports. Orange Pearl noticed her 'owner's' displeasure, and deigned to question the reasoning of Citrine's furrowed brow of annoyance. "Did I not collate properly, my Citrine?" she questioned worryingly while leaning into her leader's view.

'Citrine stood up from her chair and handed the dataslate off to her pearl, "You did just fine, Pearl." she began to say as Tanya paced forward a bit, earning the attention of her crew as she clapped her hand together, "Ladies, I'm afraid this rebellion was sown a bit deeper, as this system shows evidence of outside influence, It seems we have another Northern quadrant situation on our hands after all." She grimaced out.

Tanya was not looking forward to this, it had the hallmarks of another bogged down rebellion that'd take her another century or two. Just what she hoped against, and she doubted Being X had anything to do with it, seeing as how she could sympathize with the rebellions…however…the Gem Empire was too large and powerful for her to opt to side against it. One of these days, she'd need to plan some form of fake death and escape this never ending monotony of her duty.