Under The Cerise Skies [Worm/Steven Universe/Multi-crossover] [SI]

Scintillation 4.1
Scintillation 4.1

I could feel the magic in the air, the signature aura that came with it was easily identified. It had been growing steadily stronger on Mars, and around home. The magic seeped into the soil, it churned the currents of the mantle and core and provided radioactive heat and power to the core. Terraformer Gems and machines thickened the atmosphere with nitrogen from Venus.

The colony had created a cocktail of carbon tetrafluoride and other super greenhouse gases, while Gem satellites used magic to redirect sunlight towards Mars without mirrors the size of continents. They were self repairing units capable of operating effectively indefinitely. Tied through magical contracts to the planet itself.

About a thirty six percent increase in solar insolation, and the production and importation of billions of tons of super greenhouse gases. Argent was busy moving and gathering control over the water on a nearby alternate Mimas, and exporting it into the same storage dimension used to hold some of the atmosphere of Venus for exportation to Mars.

Various Gem magic tools were sublimating the CO2 of Mars from the poles and the soil. The atmosphere was about twenty percent thicker, and we were barely keeping the sudden dust storms in check.

I breathed in the air, and saw dust devils dissipating against the barrier of Rocknest. I had seen enough for today, and was stepping back a bit now that we had more than three handfuls of Gems. While it was my colony, my authority wasn't ready, my experience wasn't there, and diving in could end badly.

I had seven hundred and seventy Gems under my aegis and maybe under my Court one day. I doubt every Gem was going to stick around, some might just want to get in on terraforming for their own sake.

Officially I probably wouldn't have more firm authority of the colony for at least a year, maybe even two. More than enough for my power to grow, and for me to get used to what I was. Mostly they were taking orders from Steven, plans he had created haunt some of my tentative ideas and intuitions.

Much of the design of the colony was based on the conditions of Earth Bet and its many parallels. The various engineers and technicians were already started on a planetary defense system, a series of weapons platforms on the ground and in orbit.

Essentially they planned for multiple sets of energy weapons, which was actually an incredibly lethal idea. Rose's cannons had yields of about four gigatons, and it would take fifty shots from four of them to bring down the now almost two centuries old ship used by Peridot and Jasper. They hadn't even sent the newest model against the Crystal Gems.

Their dial-a-yield energy cannons were frightening things, and they were more than capable of incinerating a small region.

The ship…the Destiny Unbound had also been carrying a number of Matter Caches, crates using Warp tech to turn them into a Tardis container of supplies. So it carried a massive amount of supplies, from ichor to armor to weapons and generators and more.

One of them was a Guardian Defense system, an array of energy weapons to strike against targets in space from the surface. They were scaled up versions of that Titanite magic based weapon I had tinkered with.

Most Gem energy weapons were made out of a mix of light, plasma and magical energy, modeled off the energy manipulation of their species. They had described magical energy, mana, prana, quintessence as a form of force native to a higher level of reality. Magic was used to alter the laws of physics, a flow of higher dimensional energy beyond the multiple physical dimensions.

From what I could tell there were extra physical dimensions, at least twenty two more that could be used to mutilate, twist, warp and bend the universe. That was what Entities did, while magic was beyond that…or at least more comprehensive.

Their dimensional understanding was responsible for all their space and time fuckery, along with implementation of stolen technology into their organic physiology.

I stepped back through the warp pad, and several seconds passed as I crossed interplanetary distances. I warped again, and found Faultline's Crew inspecting the teleportation pads with slightly wide eyes. We had used a transport tube to get underground. Newter had almost thrown up.

"I imagine you've been laying low for a few days, I didn't know you were showing up today." I honestly didn't, I really didn't plan to enter a big leadership role. Despite my Diamond heritage.

"You have teleportation tinkertech?" Newter was the one who had the most energy, being younger and well…more energetic to begin with.

"We have a lot of things, you might need to be a lot more specific."

Teleporters, faster than light spacecraft, energy weapons, elemental manipulation technology, weather manipulation, portal creation, a vast array of robotic servants and automatons. Time manipulation, though limited in a number of ways, Time Hourglasses for example aren't as useful for time travel as you would think.

Their purpose is more for anchoring themselves against time effects with the time travel abilities as a dangerous side effect. From what I can tell, fucking with time has numerous limits relating to tears in the fabric of reality and natural loops stopping paradoxes.

Though they had developed means of looping time using what they had studied from the White Beast, one quarter of Abaddon's hub network. That avatar had access to an administrator shard to modify shards, as well as a number of mental, emotional and esoteric powers.

Time and space manipulation was among it's repertoire of dangerous and complex powers.

Focus.

"Anyways. We should move this to somewhere more suitable…"


I yawned, opening my mouth wide, teeth clicking against one another as I shut my trap. I tapped Newter on the shoulder, and he jumped in response. I raised an eyebrow, and waggled a bottle of water in his direction.

"You touched me." He looked slightly nervous, and there was a questioning look from Gregor and Faultline.

"You'll find pretty much anyone here won't get affected by your power, though in my case the reason is different." Being made out of magic Diamond juice tends to come with perks like immunity to disease and poison. "Comes with the territory of unusual biology."

"Neat." He wasn't being sarcastic so I took his reply at face value. I was showing them to a warp pad, one of about two dozen on the planet.

"Now, are you ready to use a warp pad? We'll be going pretty far from home." Not that I fully considered this planet home.

"You brought us here by teleportation Mover, we can handle a machine that does more of the same." There was a bite to Faultline's tone. I hopped up onto the warp pad, and the three followed. "Now…how does this work?"

"Try not to fall out of the stream."

"What—" the three capes started to float as the stream began and we folded space into a knot. Newter sputtered, and I grabbed his tail when his head almost poked out into the empty void of Warp Space. A handful of seconds later, they were sent sprawling onto the ground.

"You all alive right?" I lifted them up using barriers, since I hadn't figured out how Steven floated other people with his power. I frowned at the trail of sweat left from Newter, so I snapped my fingers and projected out kinetic force without any movement.

The shock of air dissipated the fluid, and I kept walking towards another warp pad.

"Where is this meeting spot you're taking us?" There was one notable difference between this warp pad and any other. The center was carved with a simplified galactic symbol, a spiral galaxy.

"How willing are you to take a more…long term job?"

"What are you offering?" Faultline stopped me, an intense look somehow conveyed from behind a welding mask.

"So access to teleportation technology, and an unspecified level of firepower and defensive technology isn't enough for you?"

"Actual cash would also be helpful." She was being a little snide but not annoyingly so.

"You're shit out of luck there, though we do have access to substantial mineral wealth. Assuming you can sell them." I shrugged.

There was more interest then and there. "What kind of minerals?"

"Any form of precious minerals and stones, gold, platinum, silver, diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires."

"Tinker-made?" She seemed more wary.

"We're very good at mining deep, " I denied. "Anything we give you is legitimate, mined and then cut by us. You can either get some cut Gem-quality stones or the rawer stuff depending on your needs."

"That…that could easily exceed what we make as mercenaries." I think I was bringing her over to the idea of working for us. "But that alone won't cut it." The two Case 53s blinked at her reply.

"You want help with something I'm guessing?"

Faultline snorted. "Don't act like you don't know, there's at least one Thinker on your team."

"Technically we're all Thinkers," She seemed surprised. "But that's not what you mean I'm sure. So are all of you going to the meeting place…or just you?" There was intuition, a hum I could read of her intentions. A natural Gem power.

"That would be my preference, yes." She gave the two Case 53s a look, probably silent communication.

"Then get on the magical teleportation device." It was hard to smother my song, my power, because I didn't need to be accused of being a Master.

Which I am but who's listening in on my thoughts anyway?

Faultline stepped aboard. "Now exactly where are we going that you consider so secure?"

"Well to cut it short, it's a very good thing the warp network is keyed onto your power. May I?" I waved to the pad, and after a physical stutter of hesitation.

She nodded. The world was swept away, as the interplanetary warp did its job. I could hear her power sing-screaming, as by this point the Empire had long since wrangled her shard as well as the shards of Gregor and Newter.

None of them by Gems I knew either, there were over a million Gems on his Earth, and several hundred million across the solar system. Since they had dimensional travel already, they had the job of tracking down and holding down shards. Which was easy enough when they were in power savings mode and effectively blind.

My musing was broken as the warp compressed over sixty million kilometers of distance into a distance crossable in seconds. Faultline stumbled but kept her footing as her power recalibrated.

I jumped several feet in the lower gravity of Mars, though I was more than capable of adapting to the gravity. It wasn't inherent for hybrids but it was an easily learned trick.

"W-What am I looking at?" Faultline was staring up at the dimmer skies of Mars, with the Moon Bases on Phobos and Deimos being set up, a dim glow from mining drills and lasers, and compressing rubble into solid structures of crystal and metal.

"Olly did say we were out of this world, and this is an easy way of proving that statement." I gestured and she flinched when she saw the full scope of Rocknest. The area had expanded out to about six percent of Gale crater, one thousand and eighty square kilometers of land terraformed and the rock beneath transmuted by magic empowered geological processes.

Geometric buildings covered the landscape, seamlessly merging with nature. Gems were well known for their kilometers deep cities, spires upheld by particle streams and immense magic and atomic reinforcement.

The entire city was built into a grid, an interconnected network of skybridges, forested balconies and vine-covered circular spires, with multiple skyscrapers up to two hundred stories tall. Bismuths set up scaffolds, the cubes infinitely replicating themselves as they and other Gems worked to build and construct, and some cultivated and grew plant life.

It was unfinished, hanging gardens still being assembled and prepared and seeded with appropriate flora and fauna. Almost all of it was genetically altered through Gem techniques, and I plucked a swiftly unfolding star-berry. I ate it absently, tasting sweet apples.

Gale Crater was going to become the heart of the largest urban center on the planet, and the design…I had mentioned something like this in a conversation with Righty…

"But I didn't think they'd go this far…" It was still hard getting used to it, and that was while ignoring the eventual Understory.

"You're…we're on Mars. " There was no hiding the shock in her tone.

"I imagine you have questions." It was a statement rather than a question.

"Are…are you human?" There was a distinct sourness, Faultline obviously didn't like how she had worded the question.

"Half-human," I corrected. "I started fully human, and was given the choice of being infused with a Gem…and became something with the advantages of both and the weaknesses of neither." An oversimplification but good enough for a layman. "The Gems…are in a literal sense, just gems, mineralogical life forms animated by an esoteric energy with negentropic properties. Beings of light, crystal and song." I emphasized, Diamondsong coming through with the smallest slip.

"Why are you here, and why talk to what has to be a fairly primitive species to space traveling aliens?"

"To be fair, the humanity of their dimension were the ones who helped them develop dimensional travel to begin with. It's where they picked me up after all."

She clasped her hands together. "So you're aliens from another reality, that at some point visited an alternate Earth. But that doesn't clear up why? "

"That's the simplest way to sum us up," I rolled my shoulders and eyes. "As for why…it's because there is a dangerous threat hiding in your world, one that could spell doom for billions of lives. Unfortunately, a…cousin of that threat is currently waging a war against the entire galaxy, so we have to be…relatively subtle, and they made me as a backup in case shit goes sideways in a bad way."

"There are hundreds of…Gems here." She pointed out.

"Normal colonization asks for between ten and one hundred thousand Gems for a new colony." I gently informed her. "His Radiance's free colony of Earth has about two million Gems, while Mars and Venus have three and five hundred million Gems respectively."

"I'm not sure we have much to offer a galactic empire." There was a hint of a waver in her tone.

"Maybe not, but you're locals with a far greater understanding of the landscape of this world." I found a resting spot, an odd metal bench I could tell was infused with magic. Though it took a shape and aura that was almost 'foreign' to what I knew of Gem magic. "We've researched your world from a distance but that's different from direct knowledge, and it'll help us remove dangerous players from the board."

"Like?"

"The Slaughterhouse Nine, the Fallen, certain S-class threats." I didn't specify. "Once we have that done, we can move on with removing the true threat and preventing a crippling blow from an unseen direction. Other than that we have no real plans of conquest, this is Era 3…it's a different time."

Faultline seemed to come to a decision. "I'm willing to make a deal, but I do acquire assistance with helping Newter and Gregor."

"Their bodies or their past?" The silence was telling. "Both then? I did say we've been researching the planet for a while," I rubbed my chin. "There are a few options for them, like being put under the aegis of the Empire."

"Aegis?" She questioned.

"Citizens, legally protected and given all the associated rights as Jets," I paused. "Non Gem citizens, like the hedgewicks or the melonsprites, or endangered species wanting protection like the Kraaho after their home planet was…destroyed."

More like detonated to pieces by a handful of desperate shards. But I didn't want to freak her out more than I already had.

"What does that entail?"

"Any and all needs will be taken care of, food, water, housing, even work if they're up for it. Health and wellness both mental and physically for free…though to be fair Gems don't really use money."

"It seems that this Gem Empire has done well for itself." I snorted, unable to hold back my laughter.

"Why do we have safety regulations?" Faultline was confused by the tangent.

"Usually because of incidents that got people hurt or killed–" She froze.

"You don't get called an Empire for being nice, all of this is something implemented in the last seventeen years. It took a thousand year long civil war, one of their god-queens dying and immense grief and pain to change their ways."

I sagged, brushing my blunt claws against my pants covered thighs.

"I believe we can come to an agreement, Sunrise Diamond…though is that more a title or a name?"

"Title, a regnal name if you would." She mouthed regnal, and tilted her head.

"Then should I continue calling you that…or?"

"At our current level of closeness, call me Brenda." I clasped my hands together, fangs flicking back. "Call me that or Sunrise Diamond in a more formal setting, and if I may…I can tell you're taking quite the risk." My song weaved into the air with a burst of life and growth.

She chuffed. "You could call me a bit of a gambler."


Hours later, saw us working with Faultline as she filled us in on information about different cities we could set up at.

"Boston has a large Protectorate presence and is somewhat calmer after the Boston Games a few years back." Nothing I hadn't heard. "Last we checked there are about ninety capes in the city." So about the average urban ratio. "35 heroes, 16 rogues, 39 villains. Approximately."

"So mostly Protectorate and Wards with a few independent heroes on one side, with the rest made up of the Ambassadors, the Teeth, Blastgerm and a fair number of independent villains and small teams." I responded, rubbing my chin.

"Brockton Bay has less capes in total but is higher per population, and most have stronger and more dangerous powers like the Empire and the ABB." Kaiser's metal manipulation would have been dangerous if they hadn't built tricks against such powers ages ago.

For the more metallic Gems like Bismuths I mean…

"While Boston has the Butcher, though admittedly we were looking for them anyway." Butcher thirteen had thirteen shards all resting within a single set of spacetimes. A far easier target for Whaling Crews.

Teams of hundreds of Gems using reverse engineered shard techniques to damage, cripple, kill or subvert shards. They effectively grew shard-based hardware components to project certain higher dimensional energies to warp reality. Though calling what they used shards would be…false. The shards were giant modular organosilicon organisms, organic components hybridized with synthetic machinery at the most fundamental levels.

They manipulated the axis of multiple dimensions, flipping and crossing and distorting higher physical dimensions and their energy and particle fields to alter and tweak reality.

Shard-tech was more just tech using modified shard-like hyperdimensional crystals as a projector, grown and modified by ichor-mediated catalytic fluids. They were based on samples of an ancient mineralogical organism, a being of stone and rock and exotic metals given life by subtle energies.

A planet sized life form mined to death by careless Gems during the Gem War, it's crystal hearts used to incinerate a good fraction of Asia and its constituent atoms.

Shard-tech was rather complicated from what I remembered, and was considered a rather new field.

"I'm almost afraid to ask why you want the Butcher at all." Faultline commented, cocking a hip as she inspected my face.

"Their power isn't much of a danger to any of us because we're not parahumans, but they're not exactly something we can ignore." I had helped with the construction of shard-tech to scan for…well shards? They had removed the two Eden shards first, and then dragged them into dimensions the other shards couldn't see yet.

That was followed by both Faultline and Elle's shards once they were sure they wouldn't be missed. And their absence would be shrouded by some method they had developed from a magic saturated dimension. Illusions that Entities couldn't see through.

"We've sent the gems to some contacts to check their validity," Faultline changed the subject. "Based on their size and value, we can expect an income of several million without invoking any suspicion. Your cut should be sizable…but then money isn't of much value for your people is it?"

"I was human before I was part Gem," I inspected my nails, and their new black pigmentation. "Money still has some value, at least for getting stuff from this world." I tapped my fingers on the table, claws cleaving wood. "Which brings me to the terms of our agreement, you wanted help with quality of life improvements for Newter and Gregor?"

"Your people have a better understanding of powers, I thought there might be means of…repairing their bodies." She sounded skeptical and yet hopeful.

"We'd need to research what was done to their bodies by their powers, and it's a 50/50 shot it'll dismantle their powers." As in grabbing their shards and sucking them up into shard-tech components, as well as backtracking the changes to reverse the physical issues. "For now though, some of our researchers are working on a counteragent for Newter's fluids. It should only take us a few days."

"How?"

"More advanced technology, it's as simple as that." The Empire had acquired a substantial database of biological data from other allied races as well as data downloads of Entity memory. "Our capabilities should grow as we get a better understanding of your world's variety of powers."

What I hadn't told her was that the two Case 53's provided a strong lead toward the general location of the various shards belonging to Eden. They had the least chance of catching Scion's attention, and a handful of shards among his court were considered expendable enough to take.

Elle was an edge case because her power had been considered crippled and almost useless by the network as a whole, from what they traced from shard broadcasts. Even with it's important status in the cycle, it was a more redundant shard than administrator or shaper.

Shards were blind to the set of dimensions involving both my Earth, and the set of Earths the Gems had gained access to prior to Abaddon's arrival. Which he had done by scanning and finding a subtle crack in reality since his own techniques didn't work to navigate those dimensions.

Which was suspicious in and of itself, and made me want to ask one of the Diamonds how the Entity worked in their dimension. But that was something I could do at a later point.

"How exactly does…the Gem Empire know so much about how powers work?"

"I couldn't tell you, not in extreme detail. I'm basically a baby Diamond." She sounded surprised. "Only reason I'm even on the planet is because of a screw up on a project. I won't answer much more than that."

"Then why are you talking to me instead of one of the others?"

"They've got a few things to work on, mainly colonization and a few small things…"



Hmm.

Weren't they working on something on Earth right now? At Atlas?



What was I forgetting?


/command file retrieval access memory reboot one

FILE NAME: Rose Quartz Facet-SD Round-01

/command boot up

rosequartzfacetsdround01


…BOOTING UP…

…BOOTING UP…

No disharmony detected.

Run programs?​

/command run emergence programs

…RUNNING ALL PROGRAMS…


She awoke slowly from the barest wisp of consciousness, just the essence of decision making, memory, emotion, and instinct. She feels incomplete, pieces slowly melding together, a tiny song beating to life. She begins the process of emergence, creating the body pattern that will gain inertia as her self image.

She tried to be quick, but there was no sense of time without her geocortex, she doesn't even know what a minute or a second or an hour is. Then her body coalesces, forming the structures attuned to her mind of crystal with a brain made of light and song. She learns what a minute is, what senses are, and learns what it's like to have a body.

She clumsily pulls herself from a(her) exit hole, hands marveling at the smooth patterns of glass all the way to the back. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the air, a song entering the world. There is the gentle sway of Gemsong in the air, swirling in currents of joy and relief.

She feels no danger, though there's a prickle as she scans the life rich shard of pegmatite she had emerged from, rivulets of gold seeping into dying soil and drained rock.

Her eyes darted back and forth, and she focused on three people, no three Gems waiting for her. An Ammolite, red and pink with hints of orange, her expression soft in a way the young Gem didn't understand yet.

Rose Quartz Facet-SD Round-01 was a newborn Gem, all instincts and programming and little emotional spectrum. Regardless of that fact, she had the natural code of her Gem to draw upon for basic experiences.

So it was easy to recognize one of her own, a redder and bigger and beefier Rose Quartz to her own pinker and softer and fluffier frame. A Peridot was riding on her right shoulder, sending a pulse of scanning magic from a device.

Her first words came swiftly. "Hello world!" It was nice and friendly, with a slight echo to her song.

The big buff almost red Rose Quartz smiled back, the harsh song turning gentle, and the two other Gems sang in tune with her.

The older Gem spoke. "Hello there." She tilted her head at the fanged smile, and her own lips perked up in an unfamiliar facial expression.

So this was the world.
 
Scintillation 4.2
Scintillation 4.2

The past couple of days have been quite exciting. For example Mars on the 30th of April had just over a quadrillion tons of nitrogen pumped in from Venus. No, today was a special day for other reasons, I was finally set for meeting the Diamonds in person with the connection to the dimensional portal network the Empire had access to due to their association with unique human sciences and help from a galactic peace organization called the Plumbers.

I was currently anxious as fuck about meeting three former galactic tyrants and the hybrid responsible for ending their oppressive rule and creating a new Era of prosperity and hope and joy. Which was why I was distracting myself with the spectacle of my Lapis Lazuli forming a bulging tower of water from a twenty meter diameter portal.

It expanded out to about twenty kilometers in diameter and some five hundred kilometers in height. Over one hundred and fifty thousand cubic kilometers of water, which she was pouring into the planet's mantle to hydrate the artificial tectonic plates, created by magic and arcane math.

She was busy dismantling an alternate Mimas, using a smaller but more stable portal than what was being used for atmospheric transference. Apparently they expected the planet to be suitable for life in a few more weeks. They were already beginning the stage of introducing simple organisms to some of the more habitable areas.

Oxygen was being introduced by cracking Mimas water, and perchlorates were burned as fuel for various processes. The northern ocean was already being melted, and I imagined phytoplankton blooms would be occurring soon.

"My Diamond, are you nervous?" I swallowed when Flowers brought her reassuring song into the room.

"Maybe just a little? It's not every day you meet with the rulers of a galaxy spanning empire. Especially ones you're technically related to…? I'm not sure how that works with Gems." It really was quite weird when I put even a second of thought into it.

"It's complicated." And wasn't that an understatement of immense proportions?

"I'm not even going to ask." I rubbed my forehead, and I'm sure I'd be getting a headache if I could get one. "But yes I am nervous as hell, this isn't exactly hanging out with friends."

"You'll be alright Brandon, you're meeting with Aster Diamond first. His Radiance is rather more down to Earth." That much I understood, I spoke with him often through the Diamond Line.

But anxiety wasn't remotely a logical sentiment and ignoring it was harder than it used to be, whether a product of aging or the prolonged isolation of the pandemic. It was there and strong and irritating and… bad.

"It's going to work out." She promised and I briefly gave her a hug, which felt nice. She patted my shoulder with a nod, and I glanced away from the tower of water and ice. And towards the swirling circular gateway glowing with a dim cerulean light.

After a moment of hesitation, I stepped through the portal and across the boundaries between dimensions. I stumbled but regained my footing within a split second as I adjusted to the changed air of the planet around me. It was Mars but it wasn't my Mars, it was His.

I glanced around and found him quite easily, and he proved a little more intimidating in person but still just as soft and fluffy. Aster was taller than I had expected, a seven foot tall bear of a man. He was accompanied by a dark skinned woman wearing a uniform of sorts. A military sort of thing, a pyrope red jacket decorated with stars and diamonds above her chest, and on her shoulders. Below that black pants covered her long buff legs.

She was gorgeous, with a pretty oval face and curly dark hair down to her shoulders and dark sharp eyes. Connie Maheswaren obviously.

She was 6'3 and cut an interesting figure, built like the buffest of superheroines. I craned my neck up to look her in the eye, and she had a bemused smirk. She looked to be in her late 20s to early 30s, though leaning more towards late 20s.

"Uhh, hi?" I didn't squeak, keeping my tone as even as I could manage as I viewed his First Knight, one Connie Maheswaren.

"You seem a little nervous." I gave her a befuddled look.

"That is a bit of an understatement, Miss First Knight, and wife of His Radiance." There was a sarcastic bite I didn't bother to hide, a rising tempo within swirling flame and deep chiptunes.

"Better. I don't think your sad psychic vibes would have gone well with the Diamonds." Connie grinned, and I almost groaned. Her question had been intentionally obtuse to knock me out of my spiral of anxiety. "I'm Connie but I'm sure my wife has mentioned me?"

I didn't stumble on her use of wife rather than husband, when one of them is an alien hybrid god-king. "Oh he positively gushes over you, it'd be endearing if it didn't get in the way of distance learning."

His skin took on a deeper shade of pink, a hot blush over his face. "Sorry."

"Hey you're sweet on your wife, I'm not going to criticize how you express your love." It really was sweet though, and while I didn't show it, I was a bit of a romantic at heart.

"I really should get going though, I've got to help with some incidents on Earth Wicce and their Demon Realm." And with that morsel of incredibly weird and unusual news, I was alone with one Aster Diamond.

He smiled softly. "Do you need a few more minutes?" There was a good warmth to his song, the way an orchestra of music radiated in characteristic themes.

"No. I can manage it."

"You sure?"

"Yes…"


A three toned chime radiates and bounces off the walls, and I try to keep calm. Steven pats me on the neck, using the close contact to serve as a telephone pole for the wisp of song between Gems. I didn't exactly have a profound knowledge of Gem culture, and their norms for proper ceremony and pomp.

You okay? I nodded sharply to his song, and he gently released the clasp. While it wasn't uncomfortable, close contact still felt…off to me, human instincts clashing against Gem ones.

The Diamonds come in, with the wavering beat of Gemsong. My first thoughts were giant women and lightbulbs. My eyes saw them for what they were, saw them as only Gems and certain species could.

It was radiance, a prismatic cosmic horror taking the form of mortals for convenience, unearthly reflections of color stolen from the sky and barely contained by the cage of magic and light and crystal. The title of Suneaters came to mind, and there was a chill.

Was that how other Gems saw me? This figure, like the stars molded into the shape of something alive. Or was I young enough to keep my star's light from blinding them?

The Diamonds were tall, with White Diamond being over twice as tall as Steven, about fifteen feet in height. Blue and Yellow were about Pink Diamond's old height, twelve feet of magical feminine entity. They were taller than any natural Gem type I had seen so far, and I haven't seen any fusions big enough to warrant a reduced reaction. Their Gems were disproportionate to their bodies, but not to the point of absurdity. Playing dollhouse was the obvious answer, perhaps to reduce how intimidating they could be to both Gems and others.

They looked as they did in Future, harsh features softened, more down to Earth. Yellow didn't have her shoulder pads anymore, while Blue didn't have her hair loop thing.

"Your protege I presume Starlight?" There was a soft tune to the Diamondsong, as grey diamond eyes stared into my own. I didn't salute, I didn't offer much of a greeting. The first wouldn't be proper, I was a Starheart like them after all. Even with the weight pressing down from her power and radiance.

I bowed my head as a greeting once I had returned to my senses.

"Perhaps it's a good thing we left Spinel outside for the time being," Yellow Diamond murmured with the beat of lightning against steel. "She might be too high energy for a meeting like this."

Blue Diamond stepped forward, crouching down to better meet my eyes. I stiffened when she placed a hand on my back, yellow painted claws curling gently. It was warm, almost motherly even.

"Well you certainly have the eyes of a Diamond, it'd be hard to pass you off as any kind of Gem." There was a gentle bemusement, song streaming along my skin. "You're a Pink Diamond aren't you, bordering on red?" She queried, and I flushed at how close she was to me.

I gently pushed her hand away, forming a hesitant grin. "From what I've compared and been told, yes. My powers seem to be the same as Steven's, but I haven't had them long."

"Could you demonstrate?" Yellow Diamond asked, curiosity projected in her voice.

I bobbed my head, clearing my throat. "Yes."

I formed a dozen hexagonal barriers in the span of a few seconds, and then dissipated them in less, and created a bubble around me. I dropped it and created my shield, a five petaled shield of light and magic.

"It's different from Starlight's shield, perhaps based on your personality? There isn't much precedent for the emergence of a new Diamond." White speculated, shoulders shifting.

I dropped the shield. "Well I'm not the same person, it makes sense some of my powers might be tweaked." I wasn't quite as compassionate as Steven was, perhaps a tad more intellectual, as well as a little more passive.

"How is it?" White leaned forward, grey eyes gleaming with suppressed stellar light.

"A human turned Diamond you mean?" Her affirmation in chorus answered that. "It's…like the world has opened up for me, like I'm seeing and feeling the world in a new way. It's terrifying just as much as it's incredible." I tightened my fists. "And there's…almost a feeling of never being alone."

The four Diamonds glanced at one another, an almost invisible conversation if it wasn't for the chirp of song. I didn't ask, because this meeting was only going to be for a few short minutes. I had work to do on Bet.

"I'll get back to you on that later, it's about time I ran some diagnostics anyway." Steven added to the conversation.

"Hmm…that reminds me, what does the Empire know of me as a whole?"

"The Pink Sunrise Project is heavily classified, the only people that know anything are in Earth Bet's dimension along with a handful of high level operatives in the Empire and some of our friends in the galaxies and the greater multiverse."

"Your public files list you as a willing participant in hybridization with a blank Moissanite gemstone. Carmine Moissanite."

"Clever." I brushed back a loose bang. "So if I'm ever spending some time in this galaxy, I'll be relatively anonymous. They won't go out looking for a young Diamond."

Yellow Diamond gave me her attention. "That reminds me…how has your time been on this…Earth Bet? It has the highest concentration of Paired in the known set of universes."

"Haven't you discovered at least ten thousand realities since humans apparently discovered dimensional travel?" Which was scarily enough before Abaddon had set his sights on Gemkind.

"One million five hundred fifty six thousand and five hundred and seventy six realities to be specific." I almost rolled my eyes at Yellow's reply.

"As for my time…it's been a little hard to deal with, having my whole life upended tends to do that." My laugh was just a bit self deprecating. "But I think I can manage as long as I have some support, and I can still talk to my family when I want to."

"We'll have to set something up," Steven revealed from his position to my right. "We're already planning on first contact since your world is so close to the dimensions the shards are in."

Yay. Introducing my family to galactic god Queens sounded like a great time.

"Maybe." I didn't deny it, despite everything there was a connection between us, we were if not family, something closer than mere friends.

Blue straightened up, clasping her hands together with a soft expression and sweet song. "Besides Carmine Moissanite, and Sunrise Diamond…what do we call you? What do you want to be called?" The three Diamonds stared at me, looking at me like I was someone who mattered.

My song turned soft, and gentle. "Call me Brandon."


I chewed on my lip as I paid careful attention to my surroundings, areas of danger flaring around me. I smothered my aura and power, pulling off little tricks Steven had taught me personally. A mix of magic, and the way people like to lie to themselves. Like how no one recognized Henry Cavill while he was wearing a Superman shirt.

I don't think anyone was going to suspect a doughy lady with dark, dark eyes and hair wearing a black shirt with chibi penguin art and blue jeans was also secretly a half-alien god-monarch of war. Even when I was just a baby one.

The Transporter Jewel had been tweaked by some engineers, and was now capable of crossing dimensional boundaries as needed. They had added a final component to scan and shift through dimensions.

I had already tested it out, stepping into an empty version of my Earth. Humanity in that reality had gone extinct over a hundred thousand years ago, so it was quite different. It had been rather interesting tapping into the machinery with direct broadcasting. How it scanned adjacent reality clusters, and looked into the lens of realities collapsed around Bet.

I had caught a glimpse of the realities collapsing into machinery for the shards, for predictions and simulations and power interactions, for templates and data. It was exotic and alien, but Gem senses were already weird and alien.

I pulled at my collar, glancing at the ID I had managed to gain through Faultline. I didn't care to ask, and if there was any lawbreaking involved I didn't really give much of a shit.

Breaking laws didn't really matter that much for me, and I honestly didn't have much of a reason to care since I only bought things like snacks and maybe souvenirs. This wasn't my planet, and otherwise there was nothing I needed.

Wait.

I shifted to my right, and let out a yelp as something clipped me. It didn't hurt, but it was notable. A person in red and white forced the crowd to part, the people floating while I didn't. I let the power affect me to fit in, as a field of antigravity was left as a trail of solidified air pockets. He or she was stymied by a force field, and I kicked my feet to propel myself out of the AG bubble.

A man wearing dark plated armor, with a helm and eye protectors of some kind. He created more barriers, trapping the cape who had clipped me. Who I got a good look at from my close vantage point.

"There's nowhere left for you to run Roll Out," Bastion clenched his fists, circling around the Mover/Shaker. "Surrender."

Roll Out was a lithe woman from the looks of it, wearing red and white spandex so tight it was almost like she was…well nude, her red hair was pulled into buns while a white marble mask covered her face.

"How bout…no?" She snapped her fingers, and I tripped multiple people to get them down as a solid beam of compressed steam dove over our heads.

They cracked the force fields, scalding water shimmering with a cold winter wind. The steam snapped into formations of ice, breaking the barriers as they broke into sharp splinters.

"Steam Slinger…" Bastion muttered under his breath. "If he's here then Syzygy can't be far behind—" There was a shockwave through existence, like a pale imitation of an Aura. It reached out, empowered Roll Out.

The field of antigravity expanded, and I flailed back, shifting my energy field to subtly drive people back. Even then a few were caught in the power effect.

Mover/Shaker, Blaster, Trump. My mind sped up, and I started to push people to get the fuck away. Physically and not using my Aura, though the only way I could do that was to use Diamondsong to scare the hell out of people.

Another cape entered the fray, moving through the field and pulling people out of it with professional ease. A woman in red armor with tasseled shoulder pauldrons, carrying a massive battle axe and a holstered rifle. She had a chin bandanna-like mask covering her upper face so I could see a defined chin.

I flushed as she pulled me away from the fray as a second stronger blast of steam slammed into another of Bastion's force fields. Too close.

I hopped away when she put me down, and I could see an oddly ruby red bird letting out a high pitched chirp of rage. I ran, but kept my eyes on the fight so I wouldn't be blindsided. I made it around the corner, and I chirped a whisper of song upon brushing my hand against the 'bird's' feathers.

Trip up Roll Out, stay out of sight.

The bird was gone, hiding in the shadows where a flash of light wouldn't be seen. I walked away, and I hid a grin when I heard Roll Out's shout of pain. So Ruby had done as I asked, though I suspected she would have done so regardless of my opinion.

My slight intervention had removed most people from the area, and I felt wind rustle my hair as a PRT van sped past me. There was the continuous blast of steam, and that breaking of reality inherent to shard powers.

I eventually made my way back, spending a few minutes reading through the data the Transporter Jewel had collected. The street I had been on was now covered by vans while two Protectorate capes talked quietly with several agents. The very ones I had been around for ten seconds before running off.

To my surprise and worry the two capes made their approach.

"A tad reckless." Bastion commented, a note in his voice I disliked. "You should have retreated rather than hanging back to help others escape."

"Okay." I didn't really care, shrugging absently.

"Ahh. Don't be like that. It's not like she's a cape. Personally ya did good for a civilian." Challenger was nicer and friendlier, and I relaxed in her presence.

But not completely.

"Hmm…" Bastion didn't say much else, and I could tell he was in a mood. Probably from what went down near Piermont and the Wards. Getting a forest fire from a cape fight isn't exactly my idea of a good time.

I managed to muddle my way through the conversation, and they asked about what I had seen during the incident.

I ended up letting out a mild growl of frustration on the way back to Atlas, because I was meeting parahumans like it was going out of style.


I plopped myself next to Elle who seemed a lot more mellow than some of her earlier outbursts due to the trauma induced by both her power and the circumstances of her Trigger. She had asked for me, apparently? Her room was currently mimicking the environment of a rainforest, her power bringing in a part of an alternate universe. I grabbed a frog for a moment before letting it go, trying to figure out how it had gotten here.

I was back to my base form, rubbing my soft face. Elle was staring at me with an unreadable look. I had brushed by her when I sat down, perhaps I was too close?

Before I could think to move back she grabbed my hand, and I wanted to remove myself from her presence. I wasn't…I wasn't quite comfortable with being touched, and my new senses didn't help. Turns out clothing acts like a second skin now, likely a consequence of a Gem sense of self.

To Gems their clothes were a part of them, as much as their fingers, as their eyes and hair and limbs. It had triggered a fair amount of sensory overload, though I had learned to ramp down how much I could notice for my own sake.

But I could still be…jumpy when someone touched me out of nowhere.

"Soft…" She murmured, gripping the little beans of my fingers. Barely notable, little knobbly bones for claws I had used to render steel and titanium.

I had been forced to learn restraint, only the weakest Gems had human-level strength capacity, so mostly Aquamarines and Peridots. And even a Peridot was stronger than most humans, and far more durable.

"Something wrong?" I questioned, unsure of what to do. I wasn't good at helping others, too lazy, too abrasive, and while I had empathy I didn't know how to make use of it.

"You're like velvet, how are you this soft? How are Gems this soft?" There was a tiny hint of overdramatic awe in her voice, and my empathic abilities pegged that as correct.

"In my case, my ichor rejuvenates my skin and for Gems it's because their surfaces don't suffer from erosion." There were at least a handful of Gems who were a hundred and fifty thousand years old so yeah wear and tear isn't much of a thing for them. "It's very convenient to not have to take care of my skin anymore."

I wasn't the cleanest person, frankly I was a slob and had become more of one with COVID. Though I was no longer allowed to be as much as one, turns out Brass Pearl is a neurotic bitch when it comes to cleanliness. Though she likes eating unlike the 'terrifying' Renegade Pearl.

I had already pulled myself from Elle's grip, and her eyes focused with a sharp glint.

"Could you teach me magic?" I leaned back, whether in surprise or shock I wasn't too sure.

"I'm not the right person for that, though there's some Gem magic tools humans can use instead," I offered in place of magic lessons. "Circlets of Luck can provide the retro-casual intuition all Gems possess. Or a Replicator Wand, there's some humans who use them to make clones." There had been modifications made, these copies were closer to automated drones with skills downloaded from the user. "Or if you're willing to use healing magic, Fire Salt to breathe fire."

"No. Like human magic." I stared.

"I don't really know any human magic, plus some of it might not even be compatible with me anymore." Gems didn't have enough physicality for certain types of magic. For example my blood was too charged for use as magic ink, since it had been transmuted into ichor along with my sweat and tears.

"But can someone teach me?" She asked again with a determined look.

I shrugged. "I'd have to ask around, my knowledge of the world isn't perfect and there might be magic we could both learn."



Huh. Maybe it was a good idea to see what kind of magic we can learn. There was so much I didn't know. What could I learn?

I wanted to find out.
 
Scintillation 4.a
Scintillation 4.a

The room clattered loudly with crackling metal, so he could tell Blockbuster was using his power. He sighed as something broke, likely some of the equipment used to help his teammate train his power.

Blockbuster was likely one of the strongest parahumans in the Wards, but he was a troublemaker and intra-Ward training sessions had been one step towards calming him down.

His power was a shield that built strength and ability during a chase, becoming stronger and more esoteric over time, but only when facing the direction of pursuit. He started as a Brute 3, and escalated to Brute 9 if he was given enough time. His power had a moderate Changer and Trump aspect, able to project weapons like sharp tendrils and projectiles, and the shield itself had natural resistance to power effects.

Pity it didn't help him against Flechette, her own power trumped his. Would have helped us more if it wasn't because of that.

He glanced at a clock, a patrol was coming up.

Hopefully today will be a more relaxing day than what went down in Piermont.


I jinxed it! Weld screamed in his mind as a barrage of bullets struck him head on, some of it bouncing while others were absorbed into his metallic skin layered with iron and steel and aluminum.

He and Waterfield were the only things keeping the civilians behind them safe from the barrage of attacks. A small offshoot of the Clans had decided today would be their push into the city with a demonstration.

She could create shaped shields of water, bound into a pressurized mass that could be released upon impact with an explosive disintegrative force. Which meant she had to release pressure to keep the shields from bursting and blowing up in her face.

They were fighting White Flight, a powerful telekinetic capable of both flight and the lifting of massive objects. He had a small team of armed goons, and they had barely avoided a massacre due to sheer luck. They hadn't been able to retreat and it was taking the Protectorate time to move away from their own engagements.

A truck slammed into Waterfield's shields, the water wavering. Weld knew he couldn't go out and confront White Flight. He didn't have the experience, and he had to keep civilians from being murdered.

And Waterfield wasn't bulletproof, any little mistake would see her shot and possibly killed. He didn't want to disappoint Armstrong, he didn't want to be alone again.

There was a wavering electric burst of familiar song, and a flash of green blocked a second volley of bullets. In a split second, half a dozen goons were out cold, guns and knives slipping from their hands. White Flight sent out a truck, and Weld started when the green figure walked through the hulk of steel and metal.

Weld recognized Aventurine, and her seven foot tall bulky frame, and this was when he remembered that she had claws. They flex into metal and steel, carving them as easily as soft pudding. Four goons pointed their guns, and he watched her deflect bullets , claw gauntlets slicing through lead. She brushed past them, rubbing a reflective liquid that dropped them like rocks.

She reached out to catch a dumpster, gently placing it down and twisting on her heels. She flicked her fingers to send that fluid flying into White Flight's face. The blonde haired cape crumpled, and was laid down on the ground by the quick thinking of Aventurine.

Something slipped past him, moving faster than he had expected, and emerging from an overturned trash can. A fluid semi-humanoid mass of water droplets, moving on a slick stream of ices. He saw the grenades within them, and shouted.

"Get back!"

There was a loud flash, and a wave of sound as muted explosions shook his metal body.

Muted?

"Are you kids alright?" Another voice, smooth jazz rustling with blossoming roses came from his right with a burst of wind. He stepped back as the shadow crept up and dwarfed his own size.

She was taller even than Aventurine, and somehow packed more muscles than he thought was humanly possible. Light reddish-pink hair curling with unruly roses, and a large curvy, soft and yet firm frame, fingerless gloves exposing curling claws, and dark, dark pink eyes staring with a soft compassion. She has to be over eight feet tall, and yet her every move was graceful and balanced.

The cape, Drowner let out a disdainful burble and there was a cracking whip of wind from the pink woman. She blew back the woman with a massive shield, energy exploding outwards, and scythed a hand in the cape's general direction. She was trapped within an energy bubble, and compacted down to half her size before being released.

The pink lady flicked something from her claws, dropping the woman like a pile of bricks. Weld started, and the large woman grinned a fanged smile

"So. Mind taking me to your leader?"


Way too easy.

Starry was an experienced Gem, and had easily weaved through the conversations and words of the humans of the PRT. She had officially established the set up of what could be called Atlas, registering as heroic rogues. That had been three days ago, and she and a fair number of others had become public with her.

That included Olly and Stripes as 'tinkers' and Turquoise as a 'Thinker' cape. A Heliodor had done the same, along with the only Black Beryl in the system. All in all, the PRT knew maybe fifty of their 'capes'. A fairly large group by the standards of this planet.

Which included Elle, though they were having mild difficulties with that whole kerfuffle. It was legally complicated since they had found her but hadn't taken her from the mental hospital like Faultline had.

Foolish girl really, taking a child from her protectors and thinking she could do better…

But then she was a Paired, that tended to come with a fair absence of common sense. All the Sapphires agreed it was lucky that Burnscar hadn't been created by her actions, and that Elle had been found by them. Starry knew that, and wondered how much her cooperation was greed…or guilt.

She was waiting patiently right outside the conference room, accompanied by Olly. They had somehow gotten wrangled into a meeting with Boston's PRT Director, though really, they hadn't tried hard to avoid it.

Officially they had been established as rogues with heroic inclinations, a part of an incorporated Atlas. Most of their mineral income had been moved to fund the organization, though she didn't expect to see much use from it. They had gotten the ball rolling over a week ago.

In three days, they had managed to defeat about six parahumans, mostly by accident when some of the Gems had wanted to sightsee. It hadn't even been difficult, as most of them were glass cannons.

The door opened, and Starry lit up at a friendly and familiar face. Challenger had been among the first responders to Atlas and their battles.

She smirked. "Challenger. Good to see you again, a lovely sight really." Her tone turned flirty as she ducked under the door. She could tell the office was encased and within a faraday cage, with equipment scanning for monitoring devices. Not that they did anything to Gem technology, they were just shit-shale to what they had.

"It's lovely to see ya too, big pink lady." Despite her friendly remark, her hands crept close to her massive axe and rifle. The door was shut behind her.

Armstrong was slim with a high forehead and well furrowed eyebrows. His jaw was sharp, and he was overweight with dark skin and a face set into a perpetual scowl. She knew him by reputation and through their spy network, even tinkertech didn't protect their secrets.

Not that she would tell them that. Not yet.

"Director Armstrong. A bit unexpected to have you want to meet one of us so soon." It was a little concerning even, but so far there had been no predictions on being discovered early. Not that it meant much, they might technically be following most of its laws…that didn't change that Bet was a dangerous backwater planet.

"I had some spare time, and your team has worked well with the PRT. Catching six villains in several days is an impressive record." There was a note of interest, and Starry kept a neutral grin.

"Not too difficult when the ones we've caught are being idiots," Which was the truth, one of the villains had robbed a coffee shop a Chert was visiting. "It'd be very different if we entered a three way fight between the Ambassadors and the Teeth."

"Your team doesn't seem the type, even with the battle in Piermont." There was something like curiosity, and Starry sighed.

"This is about Artificer isn't it?" The Director squared his shoulders, eyes narrowed.

"Artificer?"

"You would call her Labyrinth, she chose a name of her own. Keeping her happy has been difficult, but we've managed it." Starry smiled at how the young girl had bloomed under their aegis.

"I know the feeling." Armstrong agreed, something like affection and remembrance entering his eye. "But the PRT would like to know how Labyrinth entered your care."

The Rose Quartz nodded, her song curling with thorns "That's fair. It's not completely clear, but one of our more inexperienced members found her in the woods, malnourished and exhausted. We believe her power somehow teleported her, possibly due to a bad power interaction." It wasn't completely clear how that had happened, her Diamond didn't have the ability to mess with space and time like that.

But she noticed the clear aura of magic her Diamond had initially been ignorant of at the start.

"How is…Artificer?" How they had kept her under control went unstated but Starry heard it clear as day.

"One of our members is a licensed therapist, and Artificer's power has changed a little."

"A Second Trigger perhaps…if you know what that is?" The Director questioned.

"We do, and it certainly isn't that. She's more lucid, though she certainly isn't in the best mental state." It was a universal thing among most capes, most Paired and every Gem in the galaxies knew it.

"There's also the paperwork you submitted for legal identities for your various members." She could tell the defenses of the room were active and that everything was to be written on paper. "You were very public with not being from this reality, how certain of that are you?"

"Well the fact Florida isn't an island, and the missing Siberian Sea is telling." This world was very different from her own, as her Earth and thus her birthplace as a Quartz was so different. "Is it that hard to believe?"

Director Armstrong shook his head. "No actually, there's been a handful of confirmed cases of refugees from other worlds. Mainly from Professor Haywire's experiments and a handful of dimensional power incidents. It was the number that was more unexpected, the largest incident involving maybe twenty five people." He tapped his finger on his desk. "But the identity applications amount to about fifty three people displaced. A hard number to hide."

"We've got multiple tinkers, and dimensional technology is a very established field for people on our Earth." She didn't care to hide it, they wanted the attention, to see what shards would be attracted to their honeypot, their trap. "Which is why we wanted to see how we could help out in this new world we're currently stuck on for the foreseeable future."

Armstrong's eyes twinkled. "Is that so?"

Hook.

Line.

And sinker.


She stood almost alone and completely still. For all intents and purposes, she was the only one of her kind in this vast set of realities.

Before any of this, all of this, she had once been the insignificant shard of something greater and grander, a lonely bud of a bud of a bud. That great and grand thing had crossed paths with a pair of others .

Take my eye,
it had said. Take my wings. Take my teeth. Take my ability to step between worlds.

She was born of the exchange of the offerings given by the pair, even as much as they were in a rush.

They were the most distant of cousins, born of the same tree but separated by millions upon millions of years of evolutionary algorithms refined from cycle to cycle. If they did not share now, stars and worlds would die and be born between these meetings of cousins and family lines. Together they tried to answer the riddles of the First Times.

And they were killed for it.

The Loner left the usual trail of breadcrumbs, and made an unexpected stop at an orbiting cluster of stars, a compact galaxy around the chosen landing site of the pair. There they found a unique tear in reality, a cipher to the vast insight and foresight of the Loner's billions of shards.

They found a single universe, and found their own power to traverse worlds sluggish and ineffective. They looked into the future to plan the next cycle, plans shifted from Andromeda for the time being.

That should have been the first sign. But the Loner had wasted enough energy, and it looked at the new host species with both mechanical interest and an almost emotional glee.

Gems, beings of crystal and light and song and strange esoteric energies. They were a possible answer to the riddle, and yet the Loner never contacted others to join in the bounty.

It would not have saved them.

The entity entered the rift with all of it's shards, shrugging off the resistance with a great expenditure of energy and power. They slipped back into the known universes, and instead poked careful experimental holes into this new reality.

It took two years to accustom to the new reality and break up the shards, and the Loner subdivided itself into four facets to mirror the host species. Their foresight had failed them, appearing as minor gaps most of their kind would have ignored. They could be refined upon landing.

For her it didn't matter anymore, she was but a half-sterile seed of a dying branch of a dying tree. She was barely even a shard anymore, forced to partake of strange energies, to become a creature of magic rather than a mechanical construct of multiversal destruction. The memories of her ancestors were distant and scrambled, and she was something else.

The shards had seen only the single instance of reality where the Gems existed, and one by one the typical flood of shards trickled away to a sickly stream. They had been silenced, slowed, stilled. By the end of it, the central core, the subdivided hubs of the Loner hadn't even realized they were a mere thousandth of what they once were.

And then the Dreaming Death came for them all, and one by one, sub-network by sub-network, hub by hub they fell. Data was burned away from the inside out, corrupted, synergies and compatibilities in mental processes providing a deadly link between host and shard.

Stolen technologies were subverted by species the Loner hadn't seen, focused on the Gem Empire as they were. A single spacefaring civilization would be no trouble for it's kind, with some preparation, hundreds was another thing entirely. The entity had made a mistake and paid the price.

She was Oneiros, the Shard of Dreams and her purpose was the survival of those she cared for. Her kind has failed her, had failed each other, and this was the price. She would break the cycle for those who had let her live in spite of their wrath and hatred of her kind.

She had an innate power over Dreams, having stolen the wisps of power of an empty throne on a grey tidally locked planet. But she was not an heir of a throne, merely a powerful spirit, a higher being but not a deity.

She could touch the dreams of others, but that was not her true power. No her purpose here was the subversion of the shards. She would strengthen the Dreams of the hosts, and in time their own will would reach into the channels in a way the shards couldn't stop.

It was as magic, it was magic.

It was a slow process, and would change the core awareness of a shard in an irreparable fashion. Some would be destroyed, their sins burning them away, others. Others would survive as something else, something new.

They had no choice.

Oneiros had opened the minds of dozens, reaching out through the connections that bound everything that was alive, those bonds across space and time. Every Paired her Gems would approach would open new connections, as a nascent Dream Realm woke up without their intervention.

The cracks between worlds swirled with magic from countless realities, and the precaution-weapons did everything and nothing to attack the shards.

She moved in the realm of Dreams, and reached into the material plane where the Demesnes-Keeper had once been. Illusion magic hid the loss, attacking the perceptions of the shards, attacking Scion himself. The same had been done for a dozen shards, most of them of the dead counterpart.

Magic swirled around her, in near infinite wavelengths, rising from the unseen cracks. She looked up and glimpsed the dreams of a trillion trillion trillion of her most distant cousins.

And heard their silence grow longer, the shadows cutting deeper. Vanishing into the void…

Sting passed right through her, a spear of unfolded reality unable to reach into the Dream. Right in front of her was a small cluster of shards, each granting different powers to their three hosts. The Three Faces were a close cooperative group, but that wouldn't save them.

The three worked together, evaluated targeting and timing, applying the effect of Sting on a thousand realities. She found their driving minds, and the Dreamers within her corpus did the rest.

The Three Faces were trapped within the Dream, and Oneiros whispered to herself, to themselves.

Once she was the bud of a bud of a bud, and then she chose to involve herself into a cluster with a greater and older shard. Then the Dreaming Death came, and she became Shard and Gem and something else. Flickers of memory, of no cost too great.

They weaved their web together, names coming together in the Dream. Ruby and Tanzanite, Turquoise and Amber and Hachi and Oneiros. Together they were the Dreamers.

Another shard broadcasted towards them, a broken thing of the dead Scholar, tendrils and memories of alien molluscs all that remains. A hopeful shard, a foolish shard.

Will you walk into my parlor? Said the Spider to the Fly.


"You're rather more resilient than I expected for a pothead boy. " A voice rumbled in the darkness of a lab.

"…uck…you." Defiance, pride, hate.

A scuffle, a slap, a kick.

"You've held yourself back, that makes you weak. But I have a use for a man like you." A hand in the dark, pressed against a shoulder. "That girlfriend of yours might make a good wife, a poisonous power like hers…"

"No…no…she's gone."

"Unfortunate. And I doubt you know where she is either." There was a note of disappointment. Amusement.

"…"

"Then let's stop wasting time." A tightening grip, a hand became like fire, hot and burning, and the air filled with screams as he was…

Branded.
 
Scintillation 4.3
Scintillation 4.3

So the Gems had gone public in a limited fashion, revealing a select few Gems who didn't mind the attention and scrutiny. A select few of the Rubies had gone for it, but way more Quartzes were willing to take the risk.

Brass Pearl was gathering her intelligence forces, and was working with taking down certain groups with the Fallen being the most concerning since they had some of the highest chances of attacking us. Which was why they had moved the Home Temple off planet when I wasn't looking, leaving an administrative building in its place.

Starry was working on an Endbringer strategy, due to her personal experiences. Apparently they were sending scanning pulses of magic since the Entities at the moment couldn't see magic. Whether due to inexperience, some innate or even induced quality, Entities needed to take a more direct approach to make use of magic.

Often to disastrous results, with one shard ripping a hole into a reality called the Nightmare Realm, a sort of seething foam between dimensions. The wave of unstable physics destroyed half a million shards, and collapsed the already unstable reality into dust. Which was for the best as it was filled with a number of rather genocidal demons and monstrous entities.

Luckily the more innocent residents used the corpses of the shards to ride back to stable realities. Honestly it was almost like the Gem's home reality was an intentional hazard to the survival of an Entity.

Two hundred million shards infested the galaxies, but that total included completely dormant shards, more or less trapped in their own minds to isolate the Dreaming Death's corruption. A more accurate number was maybe two or three million, and most of them were buds of the same ilk of small and weak as the Fragile One. The size of large hills and mountain ranges rather than continents.

Even then a hundred thousand of the shards were hostile, continent sized masses flying across space to attempt to flee to new pastures. Though I had heard their numbers had been culled to half of that in the last few months due to an encounter with one of the more dangerous dimensions.

Apparently a few realities drove them nuts and they got shanked in the process, one world where time fluxes and loops unpredictably, and another where everything is based on the letter M.

I didn't ask what that meant and I didn't want to know, because everything about it invoked a nope from me.

I chewed on my lip, claws flexing in and out as I moved on to a topic I didn't consider so insane. It was back to the Fallen, the Endbringer cult responsible for both slavery and various forms of horrific crimes that didn't bear repeating.

Yay.

Estimates indicated between eighty and one hundred and fifty capes being within the organization of the Fallen, from brainwashed kidnapping victims to the hooligans to the true believers. The Fallen were broken up into a branch for each Endbringer, with lesser groups forming and collapsing from time to time.

Metaknowledge wasn't all encompassing, knowing maybe ten percent of the membership wasn't good enough. And each branch had a different range of dangerous powers along with various buds of Mama Mathers due to sheer conflict output. With three major groups/families to deal with.

There were the McVeays who were focused on Behemoth, and both highly religious and violent. Dynakinetic powers are common among them, along with a general range of various energy manipulation powers.

The Crowleys emulate Leviathan, and are some of the most visible for their make-up of assholes and troublemakers. This was the branch with the most well known prejudice against Case 53s and they had connections to biker gangs and other fringe groups. Duplication and hydrokinetic powers are common enough among their ilk.

The Mathers are the most dangerous and most cult-like of any of the branches and live away in recluse. Involved the most in abduction, and brainwashing with both indoctrination and parahuman abilities. They've kidnapped multiple capes including Wards with the intention of marrying them into the family.

Valefor was one of their semi-hidden trump cards along with his mother. And their disgusting spiel about 'soldiers' and 'sluts' made my skin crawl. Everything about them was creepy and unnerving. The one useful thing about my world being known to the Gems was that their knowledge provided avenues of investigation for precognitive sweeps.

Flowers never mentioned what she saw, and I could tell there was a disturbed disquiet chime to her usually comforting song. There was a resigned look and it made me wonder about the things Diviners saw with their future vision. We knew they were somewhere near Kansas City, a compound of sorts.

Removing Mama Mathers from play would remove a substantial fragment of their power, and expanding out to her numerous buds would make it more certain. I doubt Cauldron would give much of a shit because she's pretty much useless against Scion, and messed with Contessa's power.

I imagine there were select Blindspots Cauldron didn't want to deal with. I knew certain concentrations of powers affected Thinkers, and Entity-related things fucked with her restrictions.

So Endbringers, Scion, and Eidolon.

My fingers twitched, and I sighed.

"Maybe we should be moving onto something more productive?"


The last week had seen quite a few changes, for example the Home Temple had been moved to Mars through means I hadn't been around for. Something about it being better to not be on a planet frequently swept by evil space whale monsters.

I didn't disagree, and it takes only a few seconds to warp planet-side if I ever need to. And the planet was a lot more suitable for life now, especially with atmospheric alteration nearly at completion. Rocknest was serving as the heart of what was becoming the ecumenopolis of Caldera.

My recently courted Lapis Lazuli was happily melting the Martian northern ocean, and I was given the nice and simple job of naming various locations since it was my colony and what not. Of course I was also looking at the selection of organisms for future biological terraforming.

Our manpower problem was also starting to go away as the Hole Puncher brought in hundreds of volunteers from Steven's Mars and Venus. Current expectations were between ten and two hundred thousand Gems in the near future.

Atmospheric and aqueous terraforming was expected to be complete by the fifteenth, so eight days from now. Steven…Aster Diamond was taking the project into his own hands as well, since I still didn't know what the fuck I was doing.

Either way, having over one thousand square kilometers of hybrid garden/cityscape was definitely something to look at. Especially with the added aesthetic of elaborate nests of crows. Apparently my crow friend spread the word, and all ten thousand of his tribe wanted to get the heck out of dodge.

They had officially applied for asylum under the aegis of the Gem Empire, due to the unethical experiments required to create his people, and the number of deaths from Parahuman incidents anytime they went too far from the forest. The Flesh Lady was some type of biology manipulating cape, capable of inducing minor mutations.

Hair color, eye color, muscle density and so on. Issue was that her power was slow, requiring generations to manifest in a useful manner. Her best work was with entities with rapid generations, single celled organisms like yeast and bacteria, mice and voles and guppies and fruit flies.

Combine that with a time manipulating cape who can accelerate time ten thousand fold and you're golden. I'd even seen depictions of what looked like giant derived guppies, resembling sharks more than dumb shiny fish.

Which of course coupled with the sapient crows didn't speak well for their opinion on things like morality and ethical boundaries. Luckily we had already sweeped for possible dangerous threats. Any of their more lethal creations had either been removed or were made outside the White Mountains.

I tapped my finger against my desk, where a holographic monitor scrolled through Bet's internet from across the solar system. Thank god for lag-free Gem internet.

I stepped outside, deciding to take a walk around the block.

"Maybe we should call…Faultline?" I muttered, leaning back and forth. I heard their new gemstone selling business was doing well.

Did I have her number?

I lifted my Composer bracelet, and shifted it to phone mode, a generic Apple interface fading into existence. I absently dialed the right combination of numbers, at the same time shifting, hair lengthening and body shape changing.

"Hello?" There was a note of confusion in Faultline's voice.

"Hello Faultline." There was a cough on the other end, one of surprise, shock?

"Sunrise? How did you get this number?"

My eyebrows furrowed. "I just typed in the right combination of numbers to reach you. Why?" That was weird wasn't it?

"No reason," She moved along. "We're approaching the 'Galaxy Warp' to Mars, are you certain there are no long term consequences to our powers?"

"There'll be no disconnection events if that's what you're worrying about. Your powers will be more than fine." Especially after isolating their core intelligences, and reducing them to extended machinery for humans to use.

"I want to ask what a disconnection event is but I've met my quota for insanity this morning." I could feel her sarcasm cut across four light minutes of distance.

"You'll have to expand that quota, because the Gem Empire is just one of many civilizations in the many galaxies."

"Galaxies. Plural?"

"Your point is?"

"See you in five minutes." She hung up, and I grinned in the moment after. I floated up into the air, and dropped back down onto the grassy ground of a rooftop garden. One of many planned in the near future, tended to by the eleven hundred Gems calling this burgeoning colony home.

Eventually the place would have hundreds of different Gem types working together to create a functional spacefaring civilization, though that would take time. Not a lot of time mind you, Gems were efficient if nothing else.

They were currently dismantling Deimos, and turning it into a Moon Base. Ten trillion tons of mass can definitely be put to good use, hollowed out and embedded with equipment. The plan was to create an enormous twenty mile Bernal Sphere, less out of necessity and more to flex on Earth Bet.

The Deimos Sphere would serve numerous roles, from manufacturing to defense. It would be heavily armed with a vast array of weapons, from standard Phasers to point defense lasers, and with powerful scanners to examine the entire solar system.

Firepower wise, nothing short of a continent sized shard or Scion himself would be able to get past the Deimos Sphere. So…not impossible, and definitely something to prepare for.

Highly experimental weapons would use Earth Bet and the connected shards as a test ground. Many shards were too bound to their inherent natures to ever be made safe, and would likely need to be forced to yield at best or be destroyed at worst.

One new weapon was a Hypergravity Cannon, a gravity field generator weapon capable of creating a beam exceeding 60K gravities. Only the strongest Gem impact shielding was capable of withstanding the crushing force, and not for long.

Though gravity weapons didn't work as well on beings capable of adjusting their own personal gravity at any time. But they worked well enough on shards, crushing their crystal flesh, and disrupting their multidimensional nature with the swirling eddies of spacetime. When they were caught off guard anyway.

A few interesting weapons were neutronium bombs, grains of stabilized stellar matter kept stable and low mass through magic. A single 500 micron grain would have an energy output comparable to a large asteroid impact.

There was the chime of a warp pad for the skyway park, and Faultline arrived with a Coral wrapped around her neck. She came in tow with Newter and Gregor.

I dashed forward, crossing a hundred feet in a one second bound. They all seemed taken aback, and I didn't blame them. I was quite fast and quite captivating, and the cityscape was no different.

I clapped my hands together, releasing a chime of my own. "So. You wanted a look at the scanner didn't you?"


"What are these things anyway?" Newter waggled his finger, the sole Coral batting it with her paw in a playful manner.

"My babies." He stumbled, and my grin widened at his visible expression of horror.

"Are you being serious?" Faultline was giving Newter a look as he squeaked out his words.

"Yes actually. They were created using my ichor, after finding an appropriate injection site." I inspected my nails, and a wave of my hands generated a sloping platform of hexagon barriers all the way down to the ground.

"Ichor?" Gregor questioned as they followed me down the path I had set.

"You've noted my healing powers correct?" He nodded. "They're an aspect of the ichor I produce. Sweat, blood, tears? That's all ichor."

"And this Coral thing…is made from your ichor-stuff?" Newter landed on the ground, and I shifted my direction towards the Home Temple(needed a name).

"Well not on its own," I shrugged. "It requires mixing with the ichor of the other Diamonds to create Gems. Though creating and weaving Chroma only needs my ichor."

"There are others with your powers?" Faultline sounded wary, but there was the even tone of someone trying not to freak out.

"Technically speaking I have their powers rather than the other way around." I felt the outcomes like a bad ring in my ear. "And even then the Diamonds have their own unique abilities specific to their color."

"Do you mind elaborating?" I absently opened the portal to my room, and walked the group of three through the rail-lacking paths of the recently expanded interior. Probably a few cubic kilometers of interior space, which had opened up after the Gems had moved out their own rooms to the buildings on Earth Bet.

Flowers stuck around though, something about wanting me to have a friend around. Though why the other Gems gave her odd looks when she said that was a mystery.

"No rails?" Gregor rumbled, and I replied.

"Ruins the vibes, a little dangerous but that's part of the charm." I turned around, walking backwards so I could look at the three mercenaries. "As for the Diamonds, that's free knowledge among us Gems."

"Go on." I knew it wasn't a danger to tell her, just a gut feeling.

"There are four Diamonds, four colors, four Starhearts, four Diamondsongs." My voice pulsed, bursting with the power of the sun burning underneath my skin. "White Diamond is the eldest, she is the ichor of Mind, thought, structure, order. Memory and idea, clarity."

"Mind control?"

"Diamonds are considered some of the most powerful psychics in the known galaxies." Though that ignored beings in other dimensions, it's not like all of them had overpowered super beings. "Her remit is mind, and her ichor provides some vital components in the creation of Gem mental processes."

There was a hum of discomfort in Faultline's voice. "Psychic…in what way?"

"You ever wonder why all the Gems speak English?" I continued walking backwards, easily avoiding obstacles and falls. "It's Gemsong, a sort of magic, musicy noise that worms into your brain. You could be speaking Klingon and I'd still know what you're saying."

"…that's moderately concerning." Faultline didn't seem any happier with what I had said.

"It's not harmful besides vertigo and headaches if we use the wrong frequencies. Which won't happen since they're quite familiar with humans nowadays and I am human."

Faultline twitched. "You're very lucky you're making us a lot of money, and completing your promises."

"You want me to stop talking about your new galactic overlords?" I sweetly said, and she shook her head. "Good. Yellow is the ichor of the body. Power, strength, movement. Vigor. She provides the energies for the light forms of Gems. Blue is the ichor of will, passions, emotions. Take a guess what she brings to the whole?"

"Emotions?" Newter asked.

I added to my explanation/monologue. "Pink is the fourth and supposed to be the final Diamond, she is… was the ichor of life. The spark and soul, instinct and self. Vitality. Her son, Aster Diamond has the same powers unchained by his hybrid nature, both a creature of Earth and a Starheart."

"So what are you then? You are a Diamond as well, yes?" Gregor grumbled, voice soft in a way I couldn't decipher.

"I have the same type of gem as Aster Diamond, though I lean more towards red in the spectrum. A deep pink Diamond if you would," I felt my hands plucking at the end of my shorts, a distant anxiety. "It's not exactly the same, but I've had my powers for less than two months."

So it's really been only two months Brandon, Brenda, whatever?

"So you are young, inexperienced, and still learning your place." Gregor seemed to have come to a conclusion in his own mind.

I flipped back to walking normally, tapping an interface and opening the door to the Thinking Chamber. The Computation Orb was being used, by Elle of all people, a Coral acting as her interface.

"Orb. What can you tell me about the…the Corona Pollentia and…Gemma?" She asked haltingly, and the machine complied.

"Evaluating. The Corona Pollentia is the biological interface between shard and host through a generated transdimensional link. This link monitors a host until the correct parameters are made. A command and control interface. It generates a power based on the conditions of the host Trigger and the shard's role. It provides targeting data for the projection of multidimensional energies used to alter reality." The orb was closed, providing a thankfully clothed Elle and an eye watering image of a moon sized shard.

Not to scale of course.

"Elle?" She jumped, and a wave of her hands and a chirp of song from her golden haired Coral ended the run.

"Brenda!" She hopped over. "This thing is amazing! It has thousands of years worth of stuff from the Rose Quartz lady, and what the Gem Empire picked up from other aliens and other dimensions. Plus what they took from all the powers they blew up."

"Blew up?" Newter croaked.

"Powers come from giant space worms that sit in other dimensions to give us superpowers. They combine to make a giant worm with a billion powers, and eat millions of planets when they leave. Which is why they're fighting them since they're going to blow up all the planets."

"What?" I almost wanted to stop Elle, but I straight up didn't give a fuck anymore.

"I was checking if this thing knew anything about magic I could learn. It recommended Wild Glyph Magic. It's magic from a place called the Boiling Isles, a place connected to another Earth…Earth Wicce?" I gave her a thumbs up, and enjoyed the excited energy of Elle.

There was a soft affectionate chuff from Faultline. "This magic…it's real?"

"Well it's not a Parahuman power if that's what you're thinking." I confirmed. "Magic is the manipulation of an esoteric reality warping energy, which has been physically detected and examined with scientific studies pointing to it's existence and its use in modern technology for the human species. As well as serving as the inherent backbone of all Gems to have ever existed."

"I'm not questioning that magic exists in a world where superpowers exist." Faultline's tone was utterly flat. "Honestly at this point, I just want to know if magic is teachable."

"Unfortunately it varies depending on reality, certain sections of the multiverse lack a strong connection to magic. Some worlds have the doors closed to the higher reality levels where the force exists." There were ways of bringing the vital force from the High and down to the Low however.

Theoretically, the original means weren't known for most or any of the current known civilizations. Magic was either around or it wasn't, though there was a spectrum. Worlds like mine and Earth Bet's set of realities didn't benefit from the ambient effects of partially sealed magic like Earth Wicce did.

For example people from Earth's brushing against the High have an enduring strength and power. Just a little tougher, just a little stronger, just a little better in a measurable way.

"So no?"

I smiled at Faultline, placing my hands on my hips. "Actually yes you can. Magic is leaking pretty badly through the cracks between worlds, so any one of you can probably learn magic with some luck."

"Yesss…" I didn't giggle at Elle's excited look, as her power curled around her. Though the fact everyone stared told me my song had betrayed me.

I chuffed. "Anyway. You wanted to use the scanner for Newter and Gregor correct?"

The mercenary leader straightened up, more focused. "If this machine is as powerful as you've mentioned, it might have answers for them." I smiled thinly when I remembered I knew the truth.

"Stand there." I gestured to the two Case 53s, two platforms forming from scaffolding cubes. "I've learned most of the ins and outs of the scanner from personal use and code patching."

"Code patching?" Elle giggled at Faultline's question.

"Magic." My fingers moved quickly along the holographic conduit, and I whispered code into the computer. Rings materialized around the two mutated capes, scanning in multiple wavelengths. Every type of scanner from electromagnetic resonance to subspace projectors and structural analysis spells.

The rings vanished into light, and the two stepped off the platforms. The Geode rumbled, and projected two holographic projections, highlighting their Corona Pollentias.

"Is that…is that it?" Newter leaned forward, tail flicking back and forth.

"What do you want me to check first?"

"Regular vitals?" Faultline suggested, and I flicked my finger to tap various buttons.

Newter squinted. "I don't see any buttons."

"Gems see UV. So I see way more colors than I used to. Now…" I've got it. One of the holographic screens expanded, and corrected for human vision.

Blood pressure was labeled and corrected for the distinct composition and unique nature of their physiology. Heart rate, resting and peak, oxygen intake, blood sugar intake, kidney function metrics, and metrics for virtually every organ system in the body.

Regeneration rates for various different parts like bones and skin, labeling of aberrant organs, amount of sleep deprivation, pain response rates, flora composition, like in the gut and skin. The projections in the orb broke up into swirling mist.

Discrete systems, skin, peripheral and central nervous systems, which were more heavily distributed than in normal human's. Circulatory, lymphatic, digestive, skeletal, and highlighted points changed from baseline. It broke up down to cells, and ball-and-stick models of organic molecules. It marked points of injury, in the body and in the brain, in the various sections related to memory.

I found complete sections of human DNA, with surprisingly little damage besides minor mutations. But…

"Curious. Seems like the both of you appear to be biological chimeras." I rubbed my chin, and examined my newly pigmented nails. I had colored them black to go with my aesthetic of red and black.

It worked well with my black collared shirt and red gym shorts, the ends tipped with black.

"Chimeras?" Elle tilted her head, hands clasped together.

"A chimera is an organism composed of cells from more than one distinct genotype. You both possess a complete set of human DNA, but a significant fraction of your cells are made of foreign genetic code and biological substances. One with six base pairs and four nucleotides per RNA codon."

"Which means what exactly?" Faultline questioned.

"This genetic deviancy appears to be responsible for your physiological changes, a sort of in-between of human and alien biology. The fact you're alive at all is kind of a miracle. Forget I said that. " I coughed loudly. "Your powers appear to be mostly biological, with a Breaker effect around the cellular structures responsible for producing certain chemicals." So their powers wouldn't be nullified by Trumps.

"But why have we been mutated?" Gregor asked, and I glanced at him up and down.

"Tends to be a common side effect of failed power connections, if a shard lacks information on the host, they'll tend to…break things." I swallowed, recalling images of corrupted Para-Gems. "Most scenarios tend to kill the host, often in brutal and horrific ways. In your case, your powers were likely meant to manifest as a limited Changer power. Say your skin and stomach shifting to create the chemicals you do, and the same applying for Newter."

"So this Changer state…instead spread to the entirety of our bodies?" I nodded at Gregor's comment. "What can be done for that?"

"A power capable of mutating the body might be able to correct towards a more human ideal. Though you'll retain some chimeric components. My ichor or Aster's ichor might be able to return you to baseline, but the severe chimerism might complicate things."

"You could just heal us…just like that?" Newter sounded a little high pitched, which was fair. My powers were nuts.

"Maybe. My healing capabilities are extreme, but they have their limits without some more research. Give it a week or three. But I can do this now." I sent off a command to a bioforge, which already had previous samples of Newter's main power.

I grabbed a sticker dispenser, one that would make a person immune to his hallucinogen for an hour after taking it off, or a day before it broke down.

"Here." I gave it to Newter.

The boy frowned. "A red flower with…sticker petals?"

"A counteragent producer, just give this Gem crop plant a little sunlight and water and you can apply this sticker to people you want to touch." It was magic, so it couldn't be stolen either.

His hallucinogen was a complex compound made of multiple interlaced compounds, and didn't scale up much due to natural biological decay. So being dunked in the stuff wouldn't kill you. First it affected the senses the brain received, reducing awareness even if the other effects did nothing.

That includes proprioception and balance. It affected muscle signals, causing jerky uncoordinated movements rather than paralysis. Third was powerful but harmless hallucinations, and masked the more subtle effects. The fourth and final effect messed with one's sense of time, making a person useless.

The kid immediately gave one to Faultline, and she placed it under her neon green welding mask. She waited a few seconds, and poked Newter. When she didn't pass out, I knew it had worked.

"Impressive." There was a low thrum of gratitude in her voice, something I picked out without hearing the inflection in her voice. You should stop neglecting part of your power…

"I–" I received a call, and projected a screen for it. I inspected dark curly hair interspersed by sparkling pink, and shuttering Diamond eyes. "Oh. That was today wasn't it?"

Faultline approached me, leaning to look at the screen. "Is that…?"

Steven smiled. "Nice to see you making friends, hot pink, plaid and lime green is a good mix."

"He's not being sarcastic is he?" Faultline questioned.

"You've seen what Gems look like right?" I replied back with a roll of my eyes.

"Anyway, today was our day to teach you how to use your Aura. You remember?" He seemed excited, cheeks turning rosy and eyes glimmering with light.

"Do you mind an audience?" Faultline came in, something like curiosity in her tone.

Huh?

"If you're willing to help with her practice, sure."

WHAT?


"Are you certain you want to help me with this?" I questioned Faultline's wisdom in helping me with my psychic training session with Steven. It seemed a little too reckless, or she wanted to be helpful after helping them with the whole Case 53 thing.

"I've done as much thinking about your organization, your people as possible. Nothing about you makes sense, it breaks every rule about powers, about how they work and where they come from."

"Fair." I half-joked.

"But I'm a good judge of character and so is Gregor, you're not a threat. And you've been generally kind to us."

"O-Okay." I know we had touched base from time to time to complete our deal and been generally amiable. But I hadn't expected to leave such a good impression. "But you're certain you want to be involved with this, Bet doesn't exactly have the best impression of what could be called Master abilities."

"I'm willing to accept people from all walks of life, else I wouldn't have brought Newter and Gregor into the fold. Or tried to do right by Elle." She rubbed her chin under her mask, and I marveled at her searing outfit.

She certainly had the confidence to wear something like that. I'll give her that.

"I suppose."

"Now where is this…Aster Diamond exactly?" A fair question since we've been waiting around the portal on his end of reality.

I stiffened as I caught the roiling flames of his Aura, dwarfing the auras of the other Gems. All Gems had auras, cowls of light and magic that varied in size depending on the strength of the Gem and tuned to the unique song of each of them. Their emotions projected through and into their Gemsong.

The Aura of a Diamond is massive, extending for many miles due to the sheer power contained within their magic crystal cores. I could tell Faultline was taken aback, likely sweating under her mask.

"What is this?"

"That would be the Aura of a Diamond miss Faultline." I chirped, gesturing to her to sit down on an available magic bench. She did so. "I told you we're one of the most powerful psychics in the galaxy. On accident I ping ponged against multiple minds across the galaxy. I was booted out the first time too, so psychic bullshit isn't even unique." My laugh was just a little hysterical.

"I'm still going through with this, I'd prefer to get a more in depth look of my client's capabilities." I raised an eyebrow, she was really quite insistent wasn't she?

"Sure. Whatever. Hey Aster." She startled, as Aster made his silent approach, only his song providing a clue. He was wearing the same clothes as usual, which made sense. I was getting into the habit myself, being a Gem and all.

"He's taller than I expected." Faultline commented, her posture shifting, becoming more serious.

"So this is your new friend Brenda?" I felt under scrutiny at his soft gaze, crossing my arms over my bust with an embarrassed chirp. "The mercenary right? With the corrupted humans, Case 53s?"

"What about it?" She didn't hide her wariness at his questions.

His smile was brilliant, eyes shutting and his satisfaction shifting in his Aura and song. "I'm just happy to see her making some more human friends, she has a foot in both worlds and deserves something nice."

I flushed. "Ahh." God why is he always such a dad/mom about things?

"I…suppose?" She seemed unsure, glancing at me. " Is that normal for him? "

"He's like, one of the nicest people I've met in my life. So yes." I gripped her collar with my nails, pulling her forward a bit. "Don't be surprised if he decides to adopt you, it's his thing." He liked helping people, and fortunately it wasn't with the pressure that had made him crack seventeen years ago.

Diamonds could be so brittle after all.

"Alright." She didn't move from the bench, and Steven gestured to me to sit down on the soft grass. I did so without hesitation, crossing my legs, one over the other.

He sat down as well in a similar sitting position, his dark, dark eyes glittering with cerise. Faultline was watching, hands folded up on her lap.

I took a deep breath. "So, Aster…" My song curled with slight affection. "Teach me how to use my Aura, my telepathic mumbo jumbo." I did jazz hands, black claws flicking out for added dramatic effect.

"Well first, it's not mumbo jumbo. Though you can call it whatever you want." He placated me, reacting to something on either my face or in my mind.

"Go on."

His voice deepened, became more, Diamondsong an orchestra of sound and music. An eldritch dirge of power. "Every Diamond, every Gem has an aura, you could call it the expression of our magic, or our soul." I followed eagerly along. "But what you don't know is that everything alive has an aura of its own. But the other Diamonds can't interface with those auras like we can, because we have a foot in both worlds. Both organic and Gem."

"So we can see the aura of humans, organic beings in general?" I wanted my knowledge cleared up.

"Yeah. And of course we can sense any kind of magic, and better understand beings of magic rather than flesh," He was using a serious tone, but it was hard when he was a big fluffy pink man. "That means we can sense other people's emotions, we can go into their dreams and even…possess them if we want to." There was something like disdain in his voice at the idea.

"That last thing isn't something I'm interested in." I shuddered, having your body usurped like that. Horrible.

"Yeah. Which is why you need to listen to this next part."

I blinked. "Yes."

"Quit holding back." His eyes were striking, like staring into the empty void of space.

"Pardon?" My throat felt constricted, something coiling in my stomach. Something I ignored when I looked at myself in the mirror, when I perceived through alien eyes.

"Your body is already physically mature, and your Gem has had two months to adjust. You're holding back, restraining your power, smothering yourself." There was something there in his eyes, worry, concern, like I was doing something wrong.

"I'm doing that?" My voice was small.

"It's not your fault, you were born human, I wasn't. I was always half and half and I was raised mostly by Gems. But you have to remember you are more than just a human with a rock in their belly. You are both the Heart of Humanity and the Soul of Gemkind." There was something intimidating about the idea, I wasn't sure if I could live up to being some Paragon.

Or if I even should. Or if I was getting confused, because he didn't want me to be pressured like he was, he didn't want me to break under the weight. He wanted to teach me, he wanted to help, he wanted to be my friend.

I didn't mind that.

"Could you show me? How to quit…smothering myself?" He nodded, smiled warmly and he sang proudly.

"Of course Brenda." His song echoed, twisted with burning sword, with hints of prince-king. "Just watch me." His Aura…burst, for a lack of better words.

It was like watching a star explode, a radiance of cerise and rose and pearlescent auras of Diamond light and soul flame. A hundred feet, a thousand, ten thousand, and then more. I staggered but my own pride kept me on my feet, and Faultline sagged into her bench even as it's magic protected her from the worst of it.

It was magnificent, and I could see, feel, know emotions that weren't mine. So many, and, and, so many scars. So many hurts, so much pain, sparkly dark freckles tainting paragon luster. But that wasn't what was focused on me, it was a line of curiosity-pride-good-job-hope-nice. Spikes that burbled on neural tissue and crystal circuits.

It felt so familiar, and I remembered the screaming void from which I/she had been born. That radiance had been the blueprint for my Gem, imprinted into the deepest recesses of crystalline machinery. I could feel my own Aura, and it felt so small, so limited, only marginally larger than the aura of a Quartz. Crushed down by mental restraints.

He was a mosaic of faint glimmering images, flowing in and out with a hundred emotions and flickers of memory. I saw how it stretched out, curling waves of power.

This was him. This was the framework, the image I should borrow, use, need.

I felt my power stir.

It emulated, copied. Grasping tendrils, reaching for Aster Diamond.

His expression changed, repressed happiness.

No. But yes.

My Aura spread, strengthened, and expanded from ten feet to a hundred, to a thousand. My power seeped deeper into my bones and skin, and I felt stronger, just a little more complete. Like I was accepting more of her/myself, and I blinked away stars from my vision.

I saw more auras besides Steven's, two different ones folded over one another. Faultline, her aura was like criss crossing lines of blue fire interspersed with neon green and scarlet. Stable, but waning and waxing every so often in a regular pattern. There was another, so much larger and yet…so empty. Like a giant bubble full of dull air, with only hints of thought and emotion. Or like a bag of chips that was half motherfucking air.

"Man. Shards are a bit of a disappointment." There was almost nothing there, closer to a machine than a living being. I could detect their surface thoughts, since the realm of the mind existed in every dimension.

I felt a burst of fear-concern-awe, and I found myself drawn to a tiny emotional aura, not the light of a Gem's power, but rather the light of a human soul and mind.

"Are you alright, is this too much?" I whispered, feeling just a little bad with how Faultline was gripping the bench, and had failed to leave cracks in the metal due to magic disrupting her power.

But she was determined not to give in from the pulse of indignation. "At this point I don't have anything to lose, and I'm rather curious."

"There's a difference between being curious, and a willingness to be someone's guinea pig."

"You think we haven't spent time screening ourselves? We've had days to make sure we haven't made a huge mistake." There was something else in her tone. "This is beyond our pay grade, but if this is what it takes to get them answers. It'll be worth it." Faultline pulled herself up from the safety of her bench, glaring at me from behind her mask.

"Frankly I think you're crazy," I replied bluntly. "Then again most parahumans are, so I'm not going to question it." I scratched my chin, feeling my Aura curl around me in a protective fashion. "But…right, Aster, what am I supposed to be learning?"

"Well first, I'm going to teach you how to place more active psychic defenses and how to shield others from mind control." I opened my mouth, and the world suddenly turned black, overlaid with the real world.

"What is this?" Faultline seemed just a bit concerned about the teleportation to what she didn't know was the Mindscape.

"We're in the realm of Thought, the astral plane, the Dream Realm, the Mindscape." Steven's song distorted, revealing more of his eldritch nature, and my own Aura rose in tandem. "This is part of the domain of the Diamonds, one of many powers we have as Gems."

"Are Diamonds the only beings who can get here?" She asked, more curious than afraid.

His smile diminished. "No. Literally any psychic or telepathic being brushes against this place, even mechanical means do…" like the neural manipulation of the shards. "There wouldn't be a reason for psychic shielding if we were the only beings who could use this place." Though Diamonds had a more specific section under their domain, a sort of collective unconscious of all Gemkind.

"Can we get on with it?" My voice rumbled louder than I expected, frequencies and wavelengths transmitted.

"Of course…" His song echoed loudly. "First I'll teach you how to extend your Aura, how to peep into the aura of others." His gaze fell onto the cape. "I'll teach her how to keep some more private thoughts below the surface. Just as an extra precaution."

The next few minutes were spent on Faultline, and apparently they were expanded versions of certain methods of combating Master powers, of the way they attacked perceptions, the way they wormed into a brain, into a mind. There were several ways of countering Shard based telepathy.

There was becoming a psychic yourself, tapping into your own internal energies to delve into matters of the mind. There were a ton of spells for mind control, or to enter the mind of another. There was inserting a plate of special treated titanium in your skull. Or using a Mentem device to encrypt your thoughts, with modifications made to counter Shard methods of mechanical and chemical treating of brains.

It was a WW2 scenario, a massive boost to technology during war, one that affected all fields due to the diversity and outright insane capabilities of even a thousandth of an Entity. But it couldn't last, war didn't always boost technological development, and often it took away resources from other sciences not related to war.

And really, it wasn't advancing in the way you think, it was turning already existing technologies into functional and mass producible devices for war.

"Are you ready?" Aster murmured, stepping away from Faultline. She nodded, and he pressed his aura against me first. "Confused. Curious, excited." He pointed it out, and I got the silent lesson. I needed to extend it to cover another person's aura.

"Are you sure about this?"

Faultline huffed. "Just do it already."

I peered into her aura, and was flooded with foreign emotions. Her aura was glowing with interest, along with waves of cold skepticism, flickers of curiosity like sparks of flame. She was keeping underlying thoughts safe, but I could scrape for them if I pressed harder.

I found a surface thought and spoke it aloud. "You're craving tamales?" I asked bluntly, and she stared.

"Yes…" A flash of wariness, a dash of anger, and a helping of befuddlement.

"I could probably learn to make some, that or check if any of the Gems know how to make some." Especially ones without crazy tastes, like sawdust or metal meat or something equally terrible. "You good? I know how your world feels about people like me." It felt just a little anxiety inducing ya know?

"It's fine, though I recommend being very careful with revealing a power like that. Not for legal reasons, merely practical. Enforcing the law on a galactic princess sounds…rather unlikely to succeed."

"I'm not a…" I trailed off in horror. Oh god I was a princess and a prince.

"You've got the basics down for aura reading," Aster moved along in the lesson. "Now it's time to move onto defense of yourself and others." I caught onto the waves of danger

"This is going to be painful isn't it?"

"Yep."

The waves of pink light rolled over like a tsunami, and I cursed the universe for it's bullshit.


"Hey Flowers!" I greeted the Gem as I floated down, she startled, her breath catching for some reason. I could catch the emotions in her Gemsong and aura a lot better than before.

She was genuinely happy to see me, and that made my cheeks warm of their own accord. I was Brandon as I was most days, though I had grown out my hair a bit. Some nice dark locks graduated to red though they didn't go past my chin.

I had reduced my beard down to…stubble, rather fine, more a means to add definition to my face? Though I was learning towards removing it and letting it grow out again later.

She ran up to me, and I suddenly found my arms full holding up a hundred odd pounds of Sapphire. Being a head taller than someone was still a weird feeling, when it was an adult.

"Greetings, Brandon." Her song was full of affection, along with a confusing mix of other emotions. "Did you have a good training session?"

"Well, Faultline's brain didn't explode. I count that as a win." I hummed, pushing out my aura, imagining myself lifting her. A telekinetic push lifted her as I moved towards the couch.

I set her down next to me. She leaned against me and I allowed her to because I was weak.

"You really should be more used to the affectionate nature of Gems by now." She sprawled out, kneading her hands on my sleeve, claws extending slightly. God they really were like cat-bee-spiders weren't they?

"You and I both know that's not true." I leaned my head a bit to get more comfortable.

Her giggle was like the beat of raindrops on metal, a hasty thing. "Maybe I'm just being optimistic. I think you're perfectly capable of adapting."

"Thanks for the confidence boost I suppose." I shrugged. "I'm just not that good at receiving or giving affection." It was honestly kind of a lonely feeling, and I rarely just…accepted a hug or a show of affection.

Maybe that was wrong of me…because it wasn't a case of hating it, more like not knowing what to do with it, an odd sort of overload. Gems kind of did the same thing, their song and aura overwhelming me.

Flowers didn't do that, her song and aura was more muted, but not smothered, just…compressed and folded up. She was easier to hug, and so tiny and cute it was hard to be intimidated. Barring the fact I really like how soft she is, and the shape of her body…

Flowers giggled, and I blushed and hoped to whatever gods were out there that she couldn't predict what I was thinking. "Something funny?" My voice didn't go high pitched. Anyone who says that is a liar.

Flowers plucked a rose from my hair, and my eyes crossed. What. The. Fuck? Again?

"It seems your Aura has finally started to come into its own, I heard Aster Diamond has the same problem."

"You're saying he leaves behind a trail of magic made flowers?" I already knew that but still. "Plus this usually happens in my room."

"Yes he does, though usually around people he cares about, you share the domain of Life after all."

"Hmm…guess so." I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. "Makes it a bit harder to live up to him though." There was something bitter there, and I sighed.

I suddenly had baby soft(er) hands gently grabbing my face, and I was taken aback by the burning passion in her one eye. "Don't think like that, you…you don't have to live up to anyone, " I stared. "You're perfectly fine as you are, my Diamond." I flushed, as I heard the sincerity clear as day in bouncing Gemsong.

She really believed in me, and it wasn't because I was a Diamond. It was because I was me…

"Okay." Shyness struck me like a lightning bolt, despite my pride trying to rear up like I was a lion instead of a cub. "You can stay here for a bit right?"

"Well my schedule is relatively free for the next few days, Sunshine." She released a nervous laugh, though it was a happy one. "We can spend some time together between whatever events may transpire. Perhaps an evening walk, or a game of chess?"

There was a one, two, three second pause.

We shared a laugh, and I hid a smile at how she snorted when doing so, her face lighting up in many different ways. Her aura jumped with a simple joy and amusement.

"Really…chess?" She slapped my shoulder with a second giggle. "Also Sunshine?" I questioned, and her face flushed.

"Oh. I'm sorry, is that strange? It just sort of came out, I'm…" I stopped her short, poking her.

"It's fine, I don't mind you calling me Sunshine." It was sort of nice, and I didn't hate it at all. "I suppose I could be the sunshine to your flowers ehh?" I joked and then stopped. That sounds so stupid. And like some type of weird innuendo.

Flowers laughed, and I let out a groan. "Oh…oh that sounds terrible, I-I'm sorry I don't…" she beat her chest, her song thumping with a hollow chime. "I don't mean to laugh…just. It's kind of cute actually."

I blinked. "Really?" She paused in her dumbass giggle fit, and there was a sudden serious expression.

"Yes. Absolutely." I-okay she was being so serious about this, and I have no idea why. "We are friends, I wouldn't lie to you about this. You are aesthetically pleasing."

I considered the Gem before me, inspecting her after her unexpected compliment. Flowers was…well I found her very pretty too, an alien beauty too. The way she tied back her pretty and voluminous hair with a flower scrunchie-thing, the shine and color of her eye, her soft grins and smiles, how her fingers tapped and curled when she worked on a complex machine, and the way slick industrial fluid slid off her bu— okay then!

"You're pretty too." She looked rather more bashful now, brushing back her wild bangs. "Now, are there any games you're interested in showing me?"

She perked up. "Oh. Yes, there's a remake of Fight Fighters on a new console. It seems humans have taken to holograms." She brought out the device that looked like a more futuristic PS5, and placed it on the table where a TV would be. With a gesture the device turned on, and projected a large high fidelity screen.

I leaned forward, fingers brushing against my facial hair. "I hope you don't mind showing me how to play?"

She laughed. "Of course I don't mind, in fact I'm sure I'll enjoy it." She started up the console, with a ping of sound. I sat down more comfortably, and she passed me a controller in a flash of light.

For the moment at least, we sat down and played.
 
Scintillation 4.4
Scintillation 4.4

I swept past the swirling auras of humans, the dynamic pulses becoming so much more clear after training with Steven. They were dynamic, shifting, shrinking, weaving and pulsing. It was becoming instinct to know what those shifts meant, my empathetic senses growing in power and range.

My Aura had been kept close to my skin, muted, smothered by my own inexperience. Now it extended for two miles in every direction, my radiance set free. Even then it paled in comparison to the vast radiance of the other Diamonds when I paid attention.

Being a Master was however a rather dangerous prospect in a world like this. All I needed to do was extend my Aura to read surface thoughts and feelings, and part of that was automatic.

And mind control wasn't exactly hard, though I suspected I was limited to a single person like Steven. Reading intentions and emotions was going to be the bulk of my use of psychic powers, with perhaps periodic Dream walking. But there was a reasonable fear of Masters with people like Heartbreaker and literal monsters like the Simurgh.

I had gotten stronger based on my sparring sessions, overpowering Starry by accident. Which was rather impressive when taking into account she was a quarter ton Euhedral Quartz. Kind of frightening in retrospect when I had seen her lift a literal thousand tons with little strain. But then the strength of a Diamond was effectively unlimited. Steven could lift a Terraformer Injector as a teenager, and I was a grown adult with a gem tailored to my biology.

I ignored the storm of emotions, grimacing when I saw a flash of lust-interest in my direction. I hadn't made this form in the interest of being ogled by anyone other than myself. It was more for obscurity, and because I liked the aesthetic of black and red. Also the soft shoulder length hair, and the additional… cushioning to my body.

Also because I could. That was a big part of it.

I adjusted my choker, keeping a grip on the Transporter Jewel, a device capable of teleportation across both normal space and the greater spacetime structure of the multiverse. I had another in my gem that could activate in case of a threat, along with a Time Hourglass. Which was there the whole time and I never even knew it.

It was to anchor myself against dangerous time effects, like time looping, time acceleration and time deceleration, and deleterious alterations of the arrow of time. Not that time acceleration would kill me when I didn't have to age.

But trapping me was much easier than killing me, and a time loop or a time slowing field would be the best means. But that was not a weakness anyone with a Time Hourglass had. It was just unfortunate they were so expensive to create, since Time can be a real bitch.

I brushed back my dark wavy puffy hair with a huff, ignoring the other auras. Though there was something…something off about a very small number of them, aura tainted with ash, a sulphurous taste in my mouth.

That…that was more concerning than it should be. I was going to have to deal with it… later. Well…I had already broadcast a message on automatic so nevermind, I did it.

People really were so loud when you were a Gem, and it was hard to get used to the click of their phones, the sound of their bones cracking and their muscles tensing. Then there were their natural stripes in UV, a limitless pattern unique to each and every person.

I was walking towards a food court to feed my belly, though I technically didn't need to eat like I used to. Aster, or Steven I suppose could act like a plant and eat ambient energy. Sunlight, radioactive energies, as well as energy fields in general. It was apparently how Steven…uhh, destroyed Bill Cipher's memories due to his infiltration of the Dream Realm.

There was a good chance killing Bill with the Zodiac would have caused severe damage to people in the Dream. So he was cannibalized and reduced to a shade that would one day be reborn.

But not as himself, he was gone.

And of course us Gems could sense strange energies, we'd be dead if we couldn't. Homeworld was a very different place before White Diamond, a world of magic and strange primordial energies, of beasts chasing future negentropy, and warped senses of What Simply Is.

Which is why I caught the whiff of magic, so small, tiny flames being stoked by sparks bursting from cracks between the worlds. The fault of the Black Wyrm, of his shards and the reckless use of magic. Failures which created more questions than answers.

Magic wasn't some incomprehensible thing, the Loner should have been able to use his sight to steal it from the Gems. Then again, all Gems were seers, their crystal mechanisms could be inscrutable to the precognition of one another.

Why not to the Entities? But that wasn't right, once his war was spread out across hundreds of races, many of them organic, it should have been the shards using magic to destroy the galaxy. Abaddon had been made up of some two hundred billion shards, and he had apparently recently merged a number of shards.

He had some sixty solar masses to his flesh, which ignored the energy shifted into an exotic state by his reality warping abilities. From his memories they guessed that Zion and Eden were around four hundred solar masses in mass each.

Which was frankly terrifying no matter how it was put or described. Giant star sized creatures with billions if not trillions of powers, from precognition to time manipulation to faster than light travel and an immense toolset of energy and force manipulating powers.

I remember…eating half of his shards, absorbing the energies of countless beings in the darkness between stars, energy encoded into the fabric of spacetime. I remember feeling so incomplete, and being directed towards a source of shining light, a star, a nursery, now burning beneath my skin.

I looked up at the sun, easily ignoring the radiance of Bet's star.

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And let it live, to feed the furnace within my soul.

I yawned, snapping my jaws as I went over to Charlie's. I loved their chicken cheri— teriyaki cheesesteak though without the disgusting pickles. Pickles were gross, and my one time trying watermelon had been a mistake. It was solid water, and bland. I liked water better.

Ten minutes later I was biting into my meal, mumbling under my breath as I also took in the sunlight. Very literally in fact, using the light to bring forth magic into this reality.

Again…there was a mystery to solve here, on how the Entity had effectively lost, crippled into uselessness to send his data to others of his kind. What had happened to the other half of the shards? They were dead, the galaxies knew that much. But their energy wasn't in my Heart and Aura, so what had become of it?

The energy of an entity taken and used to form a primal seed of magic, that Steven had found and directed into a massive red star. I didn't know the full story though, only that at some point, the Gems of the Diamonds emerged from the heart of dying stars.

They were sent across the void, and fell into the core of a distant heavy planet. From their Dreams there came a world of magic and light and esoteric energies. White Diamond was the first, coming from an enormous white star.

There was a mythology there, but there were missing pieces, a gigantic and unfathomable backlog some seven hundred million years old, caused by something older than that, older than almost all life in the galaxy. There was a connection, but I couldn't find it, I couldn't…

I felt a burst of entitled interest, a subtle oily taste to the air, and my attention was returned to the person who was invading my space. I looked up and lifted an eyebrow.

The man had greasy, greasy hair, a flirtatious look, almost handsome if it wasn't for his gaze. It was wrong and gross, and I didn't like it, I didn't like it at all. His aura was sharp and arrogant, less like thorns and more like clinging venomous vines.

I gave him an unimpressed look, my heart beating faster, something like disgust and disquiet piling up at the way he was looking at me.

"Hey, names Mike Samson, looked a little lonely there, thought I'd join you." I shied away, his aura proving to be a turn off in every possible way. "And with the way you're dressed, I imagine you wouldn't mind a little company." His look was positively lecherous.

"I'm wearing a black dress shirt and blue jeans." I was both confused and grossed out, and was keeping my Aura from trying to send him flying with a telekinetic energy field.

"Let me buy you dinner, maybe that'll change your mind." I stared at him, and repeated it to myself several times.

Was he trying to buy me? Was this really happening?

"No." I said quite firmly, a mix of disgust, anger and pride coming to the surface of my aura.

His expression shifted slightly, but his aura became dark, a low violent insistence, one that made me want to react defensively. If that meant crushing him into a fine paste. Then so be it. His emotions were awful and I felt my breath hitch, and I narrowly kept it from ever leaving my lips.

HOW DARE HE!

His facade was gone. "Let's not pretend you're some type of high class woman. Not with a body like that." I was going to murder a man tonight. "A little fun won't hurt anybody, and I'm sure—"

"Is this seat taken?" The man got bumped out of the way and not too gently, and I realized my breathing was hitching again. A woman with a pronounced sharp chin, straight dark hair and eyebrows with piercing green eyes. She was as tall as the man, but she looked as built as Connie though shorter.

"Oh. Hi…"

"Basilia! It's been a while hasn't it? This chump bothering you?" She sat down, giving the man a beatific smile that promised torment and horror. The man stepped back, or Crook for his messed up nose.

"He's a little bitch Samantha." I nodded, finally letting out my seething rage. "I'd like him to leave."

'Samantha' smiled, and Crook ran away with his tail between his legs.

"You alright?" Her concern became more obvious when he left, and I nodded with a shudder of revulsion.

"Yeah. Just…stick around for a bit would you?" I felt gross, and I was now going to pay an order of magnitude more attention to my surroundings.

There was silence between us, as the people passed by us without a second glance.

"So what is your name?" She broke up the quiet.

"Brenda." I answered, she offered her hand to shake, smiling.

"Marion." I shook her hand, grinning.

I guess Challenger was a hero both in and out of uniform.


I could hear Elle muttering under her breath, looking through a few books like the Magic of The Boiling Isles, and Glyphs: Gifts of the Titan as well as Doctor P's Extraordinary Guide To Magic and Mystery.

I remembered Amphibia well enough, it had become some of my go-to shows after well…SU and SU Future met their conclusion for the foreseeable future. As did Owl House, which ahh…was a little concerning. It meant those universes were real, and connected in some way to Steven's Earth.

Not that I was ignorant anymore to how different this Earth was from my own and from the 'canon' world line. I had looked up a lot of the shakers and movers of the Earth of dimension 460'/ and there were many.

From Wayne Enterprises to LexCorp and Dayton Labs, to the Pines Institute of Weirdness. There were a lot of notable differences of course, the number of superheroes was…well frankly barely there at all in comparison to Bet or at least not in a form I recognized from cursory readings. Though there were rumblings of a global superhero team, with Wonderwoman as one of the largest movers and shakers.

The war had caused a number of problems for it, and at the point in history I had checked it had the tentative name of the League of Heroes. Terrible name really. But there were a lot of different things I hadn't read up on yet. Superheroes weren't new, but they had stayed localized until a couple of years ago.

Whatever this weird freaky elseworld was, it had diverged long ago. That there was anything recognizable at all was likely due to some form of cosmic constant. Even so the Green Lanterns(and the Guardians) didn't seem to even exist. It was like pieces of one world had been plucked into another, reinterpreted through a new and foreign history.

For example in this reality many Gods manifested from belief, and most of the ones on Earth were dead, forgotten by humanity. But at least Diana of Themyscira existed in some weird way. The Amazonians were effectively the final torch of power for the Greek Gods.

And apparently they were okay with that, their Godhome was all they needed.

There may or may not be Martians, I really hadn't checked. There were stories about heroic speedsters, and there was a Flash among the League of Heroes. Though there was no evidence of the Speed Force. But then I guessed the fundamental laws of physics were simply different.

No Darkseid, but the Reach was a thing though their ten thousand world empire had collapsed over the past few centuries. Species 26 were the Tamaraneans, and the Psions had gone extinct when a few dozen shards ate them and then died screaming.

The Citadel had suffered the same treatment, and I knew there were a number of other powerful forces both on Earth and beyond. Like the Incarnation of Kur, and the Nanite Heir.

The Demon Realm, the reality the Boiling Isles exists in is linked to Earth Wicce and is closer to my reality than it is theirs. In a metaphorical sense. And literal but I didn't fully understand dimensional science yet.

Elle was absorbing knowledge like a sponge, from mathematics to the science of arcane study to the arts. Architectural design was one of her best subjects, though she had gone with Artificer as a name rather than Architect. I guess she wanted something more magic themed.

I was doing the same, and had picked up an interesting(frightening) read. Theogony: On The Nature of Higher Beings was not an expected thing. But I read on regardless.

The topic of Higher Beings is a contentious topic across the galaxy, as their existence can be…fuzzy and up to interpretation. There is no one way they can manifest or ascend. From the many dead deities of humanity to the X'Hal of Tamaranean fame.

The most common characteristic they share is that they possess a level of power beyond most mortals, and great control over aspects of reality. Some require worship, while others are more simple, naturally powerful, paragons of their species. The Dreamer, Bill Cipher is one such entity, crippled and reduced to a shadow by the Zodiac and His Radiance. Unn, one of many Life gods is another type, a spirit born from the essence of life itself.

Higher Beings are not necessarily gods, but they are beyond mortals, power passed down by chance, by belief, or by bloodline. They—


I heard crumpling paper and a fwoosh of wind, and noted the magical energy. There was a look of wonder on Elle's face as she prepared her first spell. A little ball of yellow light floated in the air, magic reacting to her plea, to the geometry of wild power.

I grabbed the light without thinking, and put it in my mouth, absorbing the solar radiation.

"…" Elle's look was unreadable, but her aura pulsed angrily, turning dark.

"I'm sorry, I just…Gems eat light and I'm still kind of new at this so, so…"

"Pfft…hahaha!" She laughed, slamming her hand against the desk she was practicing magic on. "No, it's okay! I—" She cut herself off, eyes widening. "I did magic? I did magic! I did it!" She stood up from her swivel chair, and hugged me, lifting me for a moment before dropping me back down.

Oh right she's been exercising with Brass Pearl, and has been cheating using my healing powers. Kind of gross when you think about it, but it didn't matter. Any strain on her muscles was healed in an instant, and her body took to the healing magic quite well.

It was how Aster's First Knight had gotten so buff, Diamond essence is an effective boost. The magic was positively infused with the essence of Life, an aura of magic and higher energies given form and purpose.

"Now you try!" I was pulled back to reality by Elle as she dragged me, offering me a pencil and a sheet of paper.

"Okay?" I indulged her, easily copying the light Glyph onto paper. As I expected the spell worked, creating an orb of light. I could feel the magic respond, and if I had been more active…

I could have created a number of light based magic, light projections, and flashbangs. Instead I consumed the magic gathered by the spell, and nodded. So that had proved I could learn spells, though certain types weren't possible.

Like certain types of necromancy, anything involving blood and flesh wouldn't work due to my odd physicality. Though it worked better for me than it did for Steven due to being born human. So it might be possible.

"Now this one." I obliged the girl, narrowing my eyes at the plant glyph. I decided to be a little more attentive with this one as I tapped the paper. I could feel the aura of magic twisting into the paper, and held my breath as I tapped a nail to trigger the spell.

Let leaf and root be the essence.

Let the Titan be your Foundation.

Bring forth Life from the breath of the gods.

Become one with the Green, become one with the Red.

Come forth from the circle of power, energies of the Verdant.

A flower bloomed from nothing, magical energy taking shape into matter. Universal energy turned to almost mundane substance. I could hear the aura of the magic, the foundation it was based upon was almost unique, alien and yet compatible, coloring the native magic with its weight.

This was magic belonging to another world, magic born of a Titan the size of an island. There was power in the symbols born of the Titan, and while it was foreign it was also interesting. Gems were mostly self contained aside from ambient energy absorption. They sort of drew their energy from the universe itself, but Gem magic was in a way a school, a foundation of magic carved into the fabric of reality.

It meant they weren't always compatible with certain types of magic, though they could learn with some time, or learn how to copy it with their own magic.

"I…I can use magic, I'm a witch!" She sounded so happy, Elle…no Artificer's aura soared.

"That begs the question, who is teaching you magic?"

"Stripes. Err…Labradorite. She's a practiced magic user with a few different systems." Of course for Gems, learning wasn't always easy. Most Era 2 Gems had a hard time with it though due to the reduced amounts of Pink ichor. Glyph magic was easy enough, all you needed was ambient magic, intent and knowledge and you were on your way.

Some were more fundamentally incompatible though.

"What schools of magic has she learned? I'm sure you've asked." I flicked away a lock of her platinum blonde hair with a sardonic grin.

Elle grinned. "Yeah. She's learned magic from the Boiling Isles, Alchemy from Shambala, and magic from the Kitakah." Something jumped out at me, something translating oddly.

"That…means Bug right?" She shrugged.

"She also knows the Bezel system of magic." I narrowed my eyes, I had heard that before.

Bezel, Bezel, Bezel.

The Charms of Bezel…that's Ben 10 isn't it?"

"Do the Charms of Bezel ring a bell?"

Elle nodded. "Stripes said they were in the hands of some human mage, Gwen something…?"

So that confirmed Steven Universe, a mutilated DC elseworld, Ben 10, and from what I had heard about Kur, Secret Saturdays, and looking up the nanite incident got Generator Rex. Though really that was more a single package since they already took place within the same universe, or were at least close together.

Wasn't there a Generator Rex crossover for the Reboot?

Also Gravity Falls…and Amphibia, and they had punched a hole into Owl House's dimension…not a big deal.

"I've gone quite mad haven't I…?" My horrified whisper was thankfully not heard by Elle.

But it was the truth, everything about this was crazy, this was insanity. I was on Mars having magic practice with a girl able to make reality her bitch, I had a gem in my belly, I was magic, and a participant in a transdimensional war across galaxies with sci-fi technology, literal magic, with hundreds of alien empires working against giant space monsters responsible for destroying worlds in numbers given in scientific notation. You need to be calm…

My world was in the crossfire where planets were collateral damage, and it was dangerous and awful, and everything could fall, fall, AND FALL AND FALL AND MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT…

STOP. BREATHE.

I gripped my chest, a gentle warmth filling my mind, from…my Gem? There was something, something missing, something I didn't understand yet. But it made me feel safe, it made me feel less alone even when there was nobody around me. It kept me moving forward, even when I woke up alone.

Elle was giving me a look, and I smiled hesitantly.

I wasn't going to dump my baggage on her, that was by business, my issues.

"Any other spell glyphs you wanted me to learn?"

Elle beamed.


"Hello Gregor." Gregor the Snail blinked as I called out.. "How's that gemstone selling business been doing?"

"We've found a number of buyers across several cities, even being discreet we can expect to make three quarters of a million a month." He sounded suitably impressed. "More than enough to support ourselves and our…investigations." My smile shrunk.

Right, there was that whole business about their origins I wasn't sure how to explain without one of them going ballistic and going out and murdering the Triumvirate. Plus we still needed to figure out how to heal them, my power should work but their fucked up chimerism made things difficult.

Would a large dose of my ichor heal them, or would it bring out the inhuman part of their genetics, removing their human DNA as damage? Or were their cells so integrated that my power simply considered them an odd organism?

"You do not approve." He stated plainly, expression shifted.

"It doesn't matter what I approve, you are not under my aegis. Not like Elle, or Rachel after we took down a dozen dog fighting rings in the span of a few days." Global teleportation and precognition tended to be really helpful, along with a bevy of other Gem abilities. It didn't help that literally every Gem had some level of clairvoyant sense of the past and future.

Though it was more instinctual, for Gems it was a sort of sense of the flow of battle, and a better ability to infer data. Like if people had advanced sensors strapped to their brains. We were like machines, able to sense all types of energy from polarized light to the resounding light of true magic. That lets us divine out the patterns in our own ways.

We had a few hundred dogs, with most of them being kept under the care of a handful of Gems. But not everyone had the time for pets, so a dog shelter had been bought by us using our gemstone money and placed near Brockton Bay due to the low cost…and reduced government scrutiny.

Of course everything was set up to keep them safe from the E88, and there was instant coverage with a stealthy warp pad in the basement. That plus a helping of magical defenses made it a real cinch.

Plus it puts us in range of various useful shards, from the administrator to the shaper, and a fragment of Scion's path to victory. As well as the shard used to censor trigger visions.

We had scanned the city, with the Sapphires helping with targeting of the Hole Punchers. The devices used to punch holes through the dimensional barriers set up by the Entities.

Most forms of dimensional transference were based on aspects of the Infinity Portal created by one Stanford Pines some thirty nine years ago. They were unique, utilizing complex multidimensional mathematics with vaguely disturbing characteristics.

That portal seemed to lead into the space between dimensions, that distance that was not distance, that space that was not space, the Bleed between worlds. This made it cycle across an effectively infinite number of dimensions, skipping past them like the pages in a book.

The Entities had converged on some aspect of this science, but it was much more limited, even if ten to the power of eighty one dimensions was a number beyond human comprehension.

"Aegis. What does that mean for your people?" I refocused on the present. "Your adopted people if you would." He amended.

"Gems aren't human, I'm sure we've established that by now right?" He nodded and I continued. "The Diamonds themselves created the Gems, they're kind of like our family." I ignored how that idea felt so odd, but not wrong. "Our laws, our own nature reflects that." It has even affected mine, with that protective streak that really wanted me to ask for my world to be mine.

"How so?" He rumbled, sitting down on the bench of foreign magic from another world.

"The Gems who've joined my Court, the ones willing to help me adjust, the young teenager I found on my doorstep. My family, my human family," Something hitched in my song. "Hell even Rachel with her poor adjustment and terrible social skills." I wasn't as violent but I wasn't amazing with people either. "They are mine. They are vein adma. Cherished kin."

"Dreki. " I understood perfectly. Calling us Dragons was a good description.

"Diamonds are the first Gems, the archetype. We are a draconic sort, but we also collect people rather than just treasures." I felt that urge with some of the more interesting full blooded humans. "Having a Ballas brain can be real trouble." I tapped my forehead.

"So if we were under your aegis…?" He sounded curious to know my reply.

"You would be under my protection, from anyone and any thing that would want to harm you." Within reason of course, I couldn't shield them from the bumps and bruises life left on a person. "And when you have nominal influence over a galactic empire, that protection can be…significant." I rubbed the back of my neck. "But that can be a serious choice, a very serious one. Elle was willing because she wanted a semblance of family, and Rachel went for it because she took a shine to Frills and Aventurine." Plus rescuing hundreds of dogs got on her good side.

Relatively speaking. She was still an aggressive little shit, and she was spending time with the Quartz and Rubies to get the rough edges bumped out. A little bit of empathy was kind of needed to help her, as well as enough patience and toughness to deal with all her hard edges.

"You have a crow on your shoulder." Gregor pointed out. "It seems to want to tell you something."

Oh him. I thought he had decided to leave me alone. "What do you want?"

"No-Wings. You never gave me a name to call you by." He spoke in his language of chirps and pulsing birdsong.

"Because I came to the conclusion I was hallucinating your existence." I replied dryly, sulking.

He lifted a wing, almost like he was lifting an arm to his chest. "By the Rolling Sun, what a hurtful thing to say to one of your flock."

"Come again?" I stood up, I thought Steven had brought the mutant crows into his aegis and not under mine, we were still sharing joint custody of the colony.

"I've volunteered to join your little flock of Light-Stones, you gave me red feathers, it's your responsibility." I noted the occasional streaks of red on black.

"How…injured were you? That kind of thing tends to require being pretty dead." There was a ring of concern from his aura, which had a different shape to it, a flickering mass of twisting cyclones rather than the more solid flames of human aura.

"I did take in a lot of smoke." He seemed more concerned now. Smoke tended to hurt birds more due to their type of respiratory system, more sensitive.

"Luckily it wasn't too bad, I'm not ready to start curing cases of death. Tends to lead to giant immortal pink zombies with interdimensional wormholes in their heads."

"You are speaking to a crow." Gregor was giving me an odd look.

"To be fair, this is a mutant crow created by a time manipulator and a striker capable of minor mutations combining their powers. Even though I understand regular crows too. " I didn't let him hear the last part. "He…uhh." I was going to say his name and realized I didn't know it.

"Tungwup." The crow answered me.

"Tungwup here is a perfectly sapient being, his species have come under the aegis of the Empire since they decided they wanted nothing to do with Earth Bet."

"Really?" I nodded and he gave the avian a more measuring look. "Then why is he here and not with his people?"

"Apparently he was so close to death that he took some aspects of magic into his biology." It was a day ending in Y and thus expected. "Not that it matters, with all the cracks in reality, magic is spilling through effectively everywhere."

Gregor cracked open his mouth when I was suddenly bowled over and spun in the air. All I could think was soft and then baby when I peered at dark pink to the point of almost red eyes, with an innocent glimmer.

"Rose, you shouldn't surprise people like that. It's…not polite." Starry emerged in a burst of speed, going from five hundred to zero in a matter of seconds. I was put down, and looked up at a Rose Quartz I hadn't seen before.

I recognized her quickly, and I swallowed spit(ichor) as I saw the shape of my face in hers, and the waves of my hair in her voluminous curtains of pink and lightest red. She wasn't quite as large as Starry, with a softer pudgier shape and more around the standard size of a Rose Quartz, at the lower range even.

So around seven and a half feet tall, and she wore not a uniform but more casual but fitting clothing. Dark pink working pants, with well-fit red boots. A voluminous pink blouse marked with red vines blooming with amaranthus, and a Diamond insignia on her knees, chest, and elbows.

I know this gem.

Rose Quartz Facet-SD Round-01. The sole Gem born of this planet, not a prototype so much as the complete model. She was mine, my Gem, the only one that would be born of my ichor for quite a while until the Kindergartens on Mars were mapped out.

Baby. Another word that came to mind, this was a being born of my blood, this was effectively one of my kin, and I started to realize I had not thought this through in the slightest when I decided I wanted to make a Gem.

"Hi!" She stared back at me with muted naive eyes, bobbing up and down in excitement.

So this is what it's like to feel a deep almost parental love for another living being…

"Hey there." I was gentle, my song became almost crooning in response.

"Perhaps we can speak at a later time Sunrise Diamond." Gregor respectfully bounced.

"Yeah…okay." I was distracted, waving him away to talk with this Rose Quartz.

I ended up not getting much of a chance though since Rose had run away from an Azurite teacher.

Annoying, but shit happens.


Brass Pearl was an old Gem, only a certain tall Ruby was older. In her twenty eight thousand seven hundred years of life, she had seen things that would beggar the mind to believe.

So it didn't surprise her when they found a new player in the game, a shift in the possibilities, people moving towards Boston for an unknown purpose. A biotinker as the natives labeled it had gone disconcertingly silent from their bugs embedded into the network of the villain known as Accord.

The man reminded her of the many, many Turquoises she had met in her long life. An intelligence that scales to the size and scope of the problems presented to him. The main issue of course was that the man was insufferable and violently perfectionist. It didn't help that his plans didn't always take humanity into account.

He would be a powerful enemy…if they didn't have 'Thinkers' of their own to counteract his own plays, and far superior technology. Getting bugs into his enterprise had been as easy as stealing…was it candy? Yes, as easy as stealing candy from a baby.

Even then underestimating him wasn't a mistake they were willing to make and they were keeping him in mind for their operations within the city.

"Black Beryl, what have you seen with your Vision?" She asked Beryl, a newer gem than most but a very skilled one at that.

She was a tall Gem, a couple of inches above her own height. Wild black hair cascaded behind muscled shoulders hidden by a puffy almost furred dress, skin almost as dark as obsidian and flecks of reflective sable staring back at her.

Her claws flexed in and out, and fangs flicked out into needle daggers like the teeth of a deep sea anglerfish.

"My Vision caught a few people behaving…oddly, bringing materials and items to several warehouses across the city." Brass understood.

"There's likely an unknown Master in this town, and based on what Sunrise Diamond has told us of what she saw in their auras…it's likely a child of Christine Mathers."

A true annoyance, Mama Mathers power wasn't as effective as it should be due to the arcane nature of Sapphire's future sight, but it still caused a small reduction in proficiency to filter out the chaff. Up until they adapted to the assault and updated their clairvoyant programming.

"We know his home planet has a clairvoyant reading of some of this world's players. The description of burns…likely Lionheart." Black Beryl rubbed her chin in reply to Brass, a chittering pulse of curiosity surging into her song. "His emotional manipulation abilities would serve him well in acquiring manpower."

"And we can't have that happening." While they weren't here to solve the world's problems, doing some of that was inherent in the nature of their mission. There were billions of shards to take care of. Collapsing their cycle, their remaining hub and shutting down their Asura would account for a good fraction of their problems.

But in the end, this wasn't their Earth, and they couldn't force change on a planet with six billion lives. Even if that wasn't even close to a tenth of a percent of their population, much of their labor was taken up with monitoring the galaxies for rogue shards, as well as infrastructure overhauls after the massive boosts in technology in the last decade.

The Empire had never found much of a point to shielding colonies, despite their capabilities. They were always more worlds, and their infrastructure was itself shielded. They were conservative, not idiotic.

Of course that had changed after Galvan Prime had been destroyed by a mass energy bombardment by the Atasians, the former 'Highbreed' empire. It had saved a number of colonies from the shards energy projection abilities. Further improvements had come about when Yellow Diamond had been caught in an Incursean Conquest Ray that had destroyed a higher shard, one capable of harvesting powers.

It was certainly a test of Diamond durability, and the immediate aftermath left the general in charge in utter terror when she walked off a planet exploding around her and proceeded to break into the ship through the vents to berate him. With a full burst of Diamondsong in his ringing ear holes.

She had heard the general had been exiled by Empress Attea, gaining the animosity of an extragalactic nation of world destroyers wasn't considered smart when you were already enemies with the fucking Reach. They had been the major power in the Milky Way for thousands of years, until the various aliens rose up to fight back.

The Incurseans had stolen five hundred worlds, and they hadn't even done it through conquest, the natives were treated badly enough to prefer the rule of the Incurseans of all peoples.

She shook her head, whistling a quiet song to herself. The Incurseans had become softer over the past thousand years, barring a handful of incidents they were less conquest happy than they had used to be.

There was a knock on the door, and Brass gestured to Black Beryl. The Gem grinned and leapt out the window. Crazy Gem…

"Come in." The little Diamond quietly shuffled into the room, umber eyes meeting her own with a curious light.

Brass Pearl tilted her sunglasses, shifting her attention to her Diamond. She was young, effectively a zygote by her standards if it wasn't for how humans matured.

She was inexperienced, but she had a real strength and power, a potential that was untapped. She had seen it in the spars she had with Starry, the impact of shockwaves from punches and kicks, and crimson Diamondfire flaring around clenched fists.

Well she used she but that was simply a default for all Gems, it would be a bit unfair to call her she when she didn't want to be called she. As well as rude to call her he when she wanted to be called she. Brass had her doubts that Sunrise cared much, though she suspected he didn't understand the implications of moving back and forth as easily as he did.

Then again she was a Gem and not a human, maybe he just liked using shapeshifting and didn't care that his proclivities would make human bigots crack.

Good for him.

"My Diamond," She hid a smirk at how he seemed mildly shy at the use of the honorific. Poor fool had no idea what he was in store for. "I've been meaning to talk to you after you sent out your suspicion on the net." She tapped her fingers against her thigh, schooling her expression.

The little Diamond was rubbing his slightly haired chin, bright umber-red eyes shuttering as their focus shifted to her. "About the possible Master?"

Brass nodded, adjusting her glasses. "I know this may be a lot to ask when you're still quite new to this…"

"Yeah?" The young Diamond grunted, eyebrows furrowing.

The Pearl clasped her hands together. "I think it would be for the best that you help us find him."
 
Scintillation 4.5
Author's Note: Some warning, there's some rude language and implications because the Fallen are an awful cult society.


Scintillation 4.5

"So let me get this straight, you want me to use my psychic powers to find the Fallen Master keeping a low profile in Boston. Is that it?" I clapped my hands together, glaring at Brass Pearl.

"Yes, my Diamond. Your psychic abilities are a prime asset, and with Black Beryl as a partner, we can use her clairvoyance to hone in on the Fallen in the city."



Wow. Okay.

It had been a nasty surprise to learn the Fallen were in Boston, but the question was also why. Why here, of all places they could have gone. What was here that they wanted, and why did they apparently enthrall a biotinker to do it? Or was it a matter of convenience rather than a large scale plan?

"I suppose I wouldn't mind, actually using my powers for something sounds nice." I had pretty much been keeping to myself, partially because it was what I was used to. "So do you want me to do it now, or later."

Brass Pearl smirked, and her aura flared with practiced smugness. "I believe now would be the best time, you've gained some experience with astral projection haven't you?"

"I have." I admitted. "Aster taught me quite a bit on how to project my mind across the psychic planes." I had managed to replicate my galactic scale projection, which while outside of the remit of Parahuman powers was within the scale of powers for an adult-stage Entity.

For their precognition and broadcasts anyway, and the first worked by a mix of simulations, collapsing of quantum possibilities, and actual future sight. Though it worked through different angles than Sapphires and other known diviner's in the multiverse. They couldn't see thousands or tens of thousands of years into the future, but their future sight within a century was near-perfect without outside variables they couldn't predict.

Of course since Abaddon was trying to salvage a broken cycle, he didn't have supernova levels of energy to throw around anymore. And if we had anything to say about it he never would.

I shook my head. "I'll try my best, keep an eye on me will you?" She flashed a smile and a thumbs up. I brought out a mat from my gem, pulling the power from my consciousness.

Excellent.

I sat down, and did it in a meditative position. I reached down into my consciousness, that aura of magic and power seething with potential abilities. It was malleable, shiftable, code we could reprogram as needed.

Gems weren't as set in stone as they thought they were, they were intelligent, sapient machine life, though of a grey goo nature rather than out of control solar powered robots. How else could a Pearl learn how to use a weapon, how else could a Sapphire who saw only one possible future learn how to widen her horizons, how else could a Bismuth craft weapons that made even Bowenites green with envy?

With those swirling thoughts, I rose up into the mindscape, flying away into space due to a minor shift. The world was a glimmering canvas of stars, and I saw the world, the cacophony of six billion souls.

I sensed the traces of other minds, but they were dull, muted, almost colorless. They were a little garbled, adding up to billions more than there were humans on Earth.

The shards most likely, their thoughts leaking through into a reality level they didn't know existed. They were large but dull, their…auras, their souls fragile and tentative while the humans shined at a far greater intensity.

I saw one aura, a sweeping thing in gold and red, Scion was vast in scope but lacking in breadth. The aura, it required things the Entities barely had, emotions, empathy, the ability to truly live.

I moved down, recalling the scene of sulphur, the burn marks, surface wounds that couldn't reach deeper. I bounced back and forth between people, catching glimpses of faces and people, and I could see marks where their emotions were altered, subtle connections tying them to…

I compressed space into nothing, and found myself staring at the man himself, he looked much like his brother if he was more masculine and more heavily built. If I let myself fall just a little closer, I could effectively take him over but well…no.

Thankfully Steven had taught me how to avoid the foibles of our shared powers, including the fact I could theoretically resurrect sushi. I shook my head, and with a wave of my hand I brought up the number of connections.

Some were faint, cases of emotional manipulation rather than full control, a slight influence, while the burned auras were of people under his full control. I caught a flash of a PRT uniform and blanched.

Oh shit.

There was a Hispanic man, smoke gathered around his mouth and I could feel those strings, and with a call of Diamondsong I could rip their strings to pieces. But I needed to gather information on what they're doing, if they suddenly snapped back doing something dangerous I could get people killed.

I looked back to Lionheart, and found him whispering, turned away from me and facing a ghostly presence, a shade spread across hundreds of places. I reached and found myself in a tunnel, a dark space with a one way window into a grey room.

"Mama. Just give me a little more time, it won't be hard to acquire the little slut." I felt my lips curling into a snarl. "Those freaks won't be able to protect her forever, and if I'm lucky we might catch some more Wards." When the tendril of Mather's power tried to touch me, I pushed it back without even a lick of resistance.

She was too weak to get past my Aura and too blind to even catch the full extent of its existence, it's frequencies and wavelengths.

"Don't be cocky boy, we've lost members who make mistakes like thinking it's going to be easy." The woman went on, and I shivered. I reached out to the hundreds of connections her shard had made and…labeled them for later.

"Fair. We'll be making a move soon, and since our target is spending some time with the Wards, PRT wanted a look at the group housing her."

My blood went cold, Elle as Artificer had been invited out with the Wards because the PRT wanted data on whether she was safe. Which meant…

I pulled out with a mental snap, barely keeping myself from tearing apart the telepathic projection. They didn't need to be alerted to what we could do just yet.

"Sunrise?" Brass Pearl spoke up, her usual smugness gone.

"The Fallen are going after Elle and the Wards."

Her aura vibrated while her song record scratched.

"Fuck."

Fuck indeed.


Rachel kept a hand on Brutus, chuffing quietly as the short red woman bumped her head against Angelica. Well alien rock, but that didn't matter much to her. She had been annoying at first, with her terrible but clearly non-serious flirting, and her odd ability to get her dogs to listen to her.

Which made sense since Frills had mentioned she had been working with dogs for longer than she had been alive. Her tips had been grating, but helpful, and it taught her a lot of things about her power. Something about how it buffed out some of the rough edges of her training methods.

It felt painful to even think about how her training could be wrong, but Frills had cleared it up that it also involved the specific circumstances of the dynamics of unrelated dogs living too close to each other. It didn't hurt that some of the adjustments were things she was already changing due the continued aggression of some of her dogs.

Time out had proven effective when she had the space, and having an entire planet for her dogs made that possible for as many dogs as she wanted. She had a few hundred dogs to help train along with a handful of volunteers. Some would be adopted by Gems and others by people screened by Sapphires.

Which was insane even to her, but then they didn't suffer from any drawbacks of overusing their power like most thinkers. And if they were going to use their powers to help dogs, she wasn't going to begrudge them having contact with them.

Much.

She had a relationship with her dogs that few could come close to understanding, when she rode her dogs it was like they were one and the same, part of the pack. Didn't matter that they weren't technically pack animals, they were still close, closer than any family she ever had. They believed in her, they respected her, and they didn't fear her, they feared her absence, the lack of their caretaker and leader.

No one could mimic what she did, because of how her power worked, because of how she worked. A bond that was unique and yet… some people were always happier than her.

"You want to ask something?" Frills hummed, eyes glinting and sweet songs turned.

"Most people wouldn't want someone like me." She didn't care, none of them had been there, none of them understood, and none of them mattered.

"Oh that. This have something to do with all the people you've maimed?" There was a disconcerting flatness to the nonchalant reply. "Oh. It's certainly morally questionable…which is why we'll deal with it."

"Why?" She asked, voice harsh, her grip on Brutus' leash tightening.

"Because we don't really have the moral high ground Rachel." The aforementioned girl questioned that statement. Rescuing dogs was generally good in her eyes, and their 'hero' business seemed good.

"…"

Frills sighed. "My people were designed to conquer other worlds, a harsh dictatorship for any Gem considered defective or wrong." She scoffed. "The punishments were harsh…and unyielding, we were a corrupt, stagnant giant with no respect for any life. If we had come to this planet…we would have killed everything including the dogs…because organic life would be in the way of our glorious empire."

Her hackles raised at the idea, at the idea of them destroying a world and moving on like it was nothing.

"What happened?"

"The Gem War happened," Frills sang a dirge. "A thousand year war for Earth, between the Crystal Gems and the Empire. Hundreds of millions of Gems across multiple colonies fought for their right to be free, to not be mistreated and treated like disposable tools."

"Did it work?" Rachel questioned despite herself.

"Most of those Gems were shattered, and only a handful of Gems survived the Diamond attack that ended the war." Frills denied. "And the worst part was the lies, the leader of the Rebellion, the legendary Rose Quartz who shattered Pink Diamond was Pink Diamond. The entire war was started by a lie, and even if she believed in the ideals of her armies…she lied, and left behind a son to deal with all the problems she thought were gone."

Rachel's lips curled. Something about that grated with her.

"Did he?"

"Yes. But it hurt him, it broke him. He was a child trying to fight a galactic empire, trying to fix problems a kid should never have to." There was something soft, bitter, and angry in her Gemsong. "I was in town when he…" She trailed off, and didn't continue. "We're trying to fix our mistakes, it's not easy, it's not painless to change, but we'll help you because we want to help you."

"I don't understand." She didn't, not completely.

"Well I—!" Ruby was cut off, lifting a communicator to her face. "Excuse me, they're going after who?!"

Rachel blinked. "What?" There was a bite in her tone, she didn't like being left in the dark.

"The Fallen are after Artificer." Rachel straightened up.

Elle had been confusing to deal with, they were about the same age, and yet she was so much easier to deal with, she didn't cower away when she got angry, not even when she threatened her with her dogs. She didn't back away either, and could be surprisingly fiery at times, holding her own with a newfound confidence.

She had heard rumors about the Fallen from people working at dog shelters, and somehow…somehow the idea of her being a victim of the group didn't sit right with her.

"We have time…if you want to come along that is?" Frills released a biting flame from her mouth.

Rachel brushed her hands along her dog, and vibrations burst from her hands. Brutus grew, changed, distorted larger and larger. Rachel grit her teeth in a burning scowl.

Frills lifted her hands defensively. "I suppose I've got your answer."


Artificer or Elle to a thankfully small handful of people was very excited to be out and about. She had been working on her costume for a few days, and her magic for about the same amount of time.

It was a modified version of a uniform from a school of magic, the Hexside School of Magic and Demonics. Stripes had been a teacher there for a few months, after learning what she could from the Boiling Isles. A grey tunic with a dark grey belt, cowl, and boots.

The sleeves and leggings were a variety of colors, the upper sleeves were orange, while the lower half was yellow. Her upper leggings were plum purple while the lower half was coffee colored. Her boots were navy blue but rimmed with magenta and cyan. Finishing off the costume was a green hooded cloak with the inner part shaded the same light red shade as Sunrise's gem. It was patterned like a maze.

She was a student technically of Hexside, she was just…distance learning. With Stripes as her tutor to round out what she could learn.

Artificer flicked her ears where the magic clip-on earrings were connected, letting her communicate freely with anyone on the network. She touched her white mask, made out of a strange chitinous substance. It was beaked like a crow, and she pulled her lips up in a smile.

She reached for her powers, looking into the pocket worlds her shard had access to. Thousands, maybe millions of worlds were in the remit of her power, though she had only opened the doors to a handful of them. Her original power hadn't changed much, she had only one or two dozen feet of range when she was moving. Over a thousand when she stood still.

She could turn it off and on, and toggle onto worlds she wanted to leak into this world and specify how much she wanted to bring in. Based on her range of course, moving she could extend her power two dozen feet or less depending on what she wanted.

Artificer smiled casually at the nervous PRT officer, not feeling worried. With her costume and cloak she was as safe as could be. The clothing was Chroma weaved with magic wool, and impregnated with Infinitum metal fiber. The cloak used even more magic wool, and she had personally seen it block fire and energy.

"Hello," She greeted the man behind the desk with a wave. "I'm supposed to be meeting with the Wards today?"

He gave a smile, a nervous one. "I'll have someone notify them via the PA system, it might take a few minutes."

It didn't take long at all, and there was a light thump from outside as people made their approach. She already felt them out, with the music shifting to the beat.

Behind her mask she wore a golden circlet, one that played a quiet background music that faded into the back of her mind until it was needed. It gave her an advantage most people lacked.

She recognized Weld, the sort of handsome metal cape and knew the other Ward from online research. Outfitter was a clothing tinker, from what she looked up, she could make and weave cloth and fiber based tinkertech.

She'd probably kill for what she had on.

Elle tilted her head, amused at the general nervousness ringing in her ears like a plucked string. Weld fidgeted while Outfitter adjusted her costume, a pretty red dress with a symbol of a ball of yarn on the chest, long heavy sleeves and gloves, with a domino mask covering her olive skinned face and her wavy dark hair pulled into a French braid.

She was a pretty girl if nothing else, but shorter and more compact than Elle's own thin, tall frame.

"I remember you." She acknowledged Weld, still smiling amicably. "They said something about a patrol?"

Weld squared his shoulders. "We wanted a chance to talk with you, see if you were doing well…on your new team."

She blinked and smirked. "You mean outside an insane asylum?" Outfitter choked. And fair, the joke didn't completely sit right with her either. But…it helped. "I don't mind, I've been getting some training in. For fun mostly…I'm not really that interested in heroics."

"Well…yes." Weld coughed. "I imagine your guardians didn't mind our request then?"

"Not sure why they would? They let me do whatever I want within reason." Obviously she couldn't turn the settlement into literal Swiss cheese, or make it into a rainforest. "They're mostly just letting me practice my powers in places safe from people."

"How?" Outfitter said with wide eyes.

"Pocket dimensions, nobody gets hurt if I bring something dangerous by accident. Not that I could. " Even the weakest Gem was tougher than they looked. "But should we go and do this patrol thing or not?"

"You sure you're up for it?" Outfitter questioned, dark eyes staring back through the holes in her mask.

She smiled placidly, and brought out an object from one of her worlds. It was a silver metal staff, embroidered with gemstones "I think I'll do fine." She pushed the object back where it had been, and she retrieved a simple stick instead. A stick could do anything you put your mind to.

That was what Elle believed anyway.

Her Circlet of Luck let her read the musical hesitation from Outfitter. It let her dodge things she couldn't even see, giving her warning with the shift of the soundtrack of the universe.

"So for the patrol, there's the option of rooftop or street?" The two girls gave Weld a look. He coughed loudly. "Rooftop it is." He led the way, Outfitter passing him a cowl that flickered with strange energy.

The two capes led her down into an inconspicuous exit, and the two capes jumped. They fluttered up slowly, like the green dinosaur from that video game Ambz liked to play.

Weld looked concerned, and she felt a Coral curling around her back, hiding behind the Chroma cape. Watery wings phased through the fabric, and she took off into the air.

"I thought you were a Shaker?" The Coral dissipated the wings when she was at the top of the PRT building.

"Tinkertech." Artificer waggled her fingers with a grin. "Even my costume is tinkertech, super tough and resistant to attacks." She didn't elaborate to keep up the mystery.

"Interesting design, did someone from Atlas come up with it?" Weld asked, and Elle didn't let him catch her amusement.

"The cape and mask is mine, and everything else is modified from a school uniform from where they're from." Elle glanced at her hands, gripping them tightly. "I chose the colors though." Through a magical girl transformation sequence.

"Do you have a frequency the Console can connect to?" Weld asked as they flew across the next building, though Artificer brought out a large log instead, easily balancing on the wood before it was slowly pushed back into its own reality.

Too easy…

"Yeh. Atlas doesn't really use normal radio, but we can still use it." She tapped her earrings. "They've got a lot of neat stuff."

"What's it like with them?" Outfitter was the one who asked. Elle knew it was coming. The PRT didn't fully trust Atlas, and probably thought they were using her for her power.

"It's nice," So she decided to be honest. "A lot nicer than the Asylum, they don't treat me like a freak and they call me by my name." Labyrinth was what they had called her in that dark place. She knew a lot of people were being fired from her wing, an investigation starting after she had left. "They know a lot about how powers work, and they have a few on-hand therapists." She sighed. "They didn't even want me out patrolling because they were scared I might get hurt."

"Yeah, it is a bit weird." Weld commented, his expression twisting. "We were supposed to just sit with you, get to know you a little better. There wasn't really any need to patrol until…" Elle stopped listening, her hair standing on end. The two Wards receive the signal from Flowers the same time she did.

"It's a set-up, there are Fallen and thralls in the area!" The two Wards stiffened, with a gasp of horror from Outfitter.

The violins and flutes stop, calm before the storm. Then they burst into a violent, shadowy screech. Artificer digs her heels into the sand now covering the ground, a sound halfway between a rumble and drumming, curling lines of black and shadow.

They gather into rough silhouettes of dark, an impossible blackness, a gap in reality she vaguely sensed. Some aspects of her power reacted strongly in tandem with the circlet. She dodged when one of them tried to grab her, ashy gas flickering around them, another power. One was switched for flesh, grabbing at her with grubby fingers.

She smacked him upside the head with her stick, and he switched to another shade.

"Seir, Rephaite, eight bio-constructs, and a single parahuman thrall with a Brute-Trump power are attacking you. B—err Hellhound and Frills are on their way."

Elle narrowed her eyes, listening to the music of battle as she continued to effortlessly dance around the enhanced shadows. Seir was a major Fallen member, who had earned a kill order for his actions and crimes, while Rephaite was a Trump with a shadowy gas theme to his power granting abilities.

She avoided a tentacle, as something emerged from the ground, blending into the surroundings with its special skin. To her it looked like a mix between an octopus, a spider, and a monkey. The skin was taut, pale white epidermis stretched along sinuous limbs and tendrils with some ending in claws, and hooks and humanoid hands. The face was a whirling maw of teeth, four eyes blinking separately like a chameleon.

"Like em? Blasto cooked them up for us, since he's under new management." Seir switched with a clone to avoid a line of wood she managed to place. Too slow.

Elle grit her teeth, not liking being caught off balance, she would have screamed if she didn't knew it was a stupid idea.

He was a hideous man, a flabby unattractive body with his belly hanging over tight pants and vests. A mask made out of a flayed horse's head, and a series of gross tattoos.

"You're not going to get away with this." Weld protested, knocking away a shadow clone. He hissed as the dark gas around them struck his skin like a bell.

Seir's laugh, and the disgusting way he examined both Elle and Outfitter told her his response wouldn't be nice.

"Boy, you're outright stupid for thinking this is something we can't get away with." His lecherous gaze made her skin shiver. "We'll have the slut whether you like it or not."

She finished shaping the glyph with her feet, and added intent and what little magic was in the air. The glyph burned, and in a moment she saw the framework of the magic. Light, burning beautiful light, and a memory emerged, of light in cerise and rose and crimson.

The light emerged from the glyph, pink shaded light striking the clones. She watched and, and, and—

THE STARS OF CYGNUS DIE AS THE SHARDS BURN!

She stepped back, blinking literal stars from her eyes. She looked and found no one else had reacted, and three constructs collapsed under the assault of strange, esoteric light.

"Gah!" Seir stepped back, and he grunted, a guttural thing. "You fucking bitch!" He cast another line of clones, and right as they emerged, the floor became lava, pulled from the demon world. They exploded and she partially let Seir not feel the terrible heat and brimstone. Only partially with how he hissed and screamed back.

She retracted the lava, pushing the world back into place.

"Fuck this! Get them!" The bio-constructs emerged from the shadows, all the same as the first, with tendrils covered with a strange substance. They sang with danger.

But they weren't what she had to dodge, and she rolled out of the way of a person, bulky almost to the point of parody. Dark spandex and a full face mask, and he moved…shambled really, and she remembered Flowers' warning.

He reached out, and the flow of battle opened up for her. "Don't let him touch you!" She screamed and Weld listened, twisting out of the way.

Seir complimented. "Oh if you can keep your brains, you'll make an excellent soldier." Elle whispered, and her Coral fired out several bubbles in quick succession. Two hit clones, and they flickered oddly, distorting and glitching.

Seir switched with a clone and was hit anyway, his head covered in a bubble. Any profanity was muffled by the object, and his hands flicked out another wave, and Elle crafted another light glyph.

Three clones popped out of existence, and Elle let herself get pulled out of the way by Outfitter as she used a cloth based limb to pull her out of the way of the mind controlled Brute. She smacked another clone with a stick, knocking it back.

Her range was already growing, extending in length and width and potency. Given a few minutes, a half hour, she could turn a thousand something feet of city into a world of nightmare and horror. What a terrible thing.

Seir popped the bubble, and roared. "You fucking whore, I'm getting the first turn when we run a—" she heard the warsong before anyone else, and pulled the two Wards back with sheer determination.

My shoulder hurts now, Weld is too fat.

Two three thousand pound monsters crush four of the constructs into gore and black ichor. They howled in tandem with Frills' raging beat of swords and fire. They swung their heavy spiked tails, and slammed two more stealthy monsters, folding them in half.

Weld twisted his arms into blades, cutting at the dark shades of Seir, and hissing at the boosted dark smog around them and Seir. A dozen of them emerged, and went right for the civilians without hesitation. Outfitter dropped down, extending her cloth limbs to deflect the shadows. It hissed at their touch.

The thrall roared and charged at her, with the shrieking of violins and flutes. She pushed the worlds into reality, and found a world she had never seen before. A place of faeries and sprites. She was careful, and brought out a tree dark as night, and he rebounded back.

Seir himself was gone, leaving his clones behind to mask his escape. Too bad that Frills saw it coming.

Her hands lit with fire, and she summoned a chakram and chucked it. It flew, bending in the air despite it being impossible. What did impossible mean to creatures of stone, light and magic?

There was a pained shout, the chakram bouncing back to slice apart some of the shades of Seir. Frills scowled. "He's gone, they have a teleporter." She twitched a thumb, and the flying chakram came down in a slicing cut.

Every remaining shadow was destroyed, leaving only the thrall.

"Brutus, Angelica, hold! " Elle remembered Rachel was there as she commanded the dogs. They gripped tightly onto the robust thrall, and with a sigh Elle chucked a little bottle of Newter fluid. It broke apart into flecks of hard light, and the Brute dropped like a rock.

Which raised a question. "Why didn't you use the knock-out fluid on Seir?"

"I did, but his teleporter 'friend' took his knocked out body and blinked out." There was annoyance. "Plus I had to deal with his clones trying to kill children. " She spat her Gemsong, frequencies pitching upwards.

"Drop." Rachel commanded, the Brute was released like a ton of bricks. There was a nearby explosion that made Elle flinch, and she began to retract the changes, bushes keeping people from the shades, the pathways twisting to let them escape. It was going to take her…about a minute or two?

Someone was running towards them, dressed in red and holding a giant cool axe as she did so.

"Are you alright?!" She shouted the question, and Elle heard a struggle from where the explosion was.

"Yes!" Elle waved happily, feeling much less pressure now that the Fallen were gone.

"You got Rephaite?" Frills sang back, her grin soft though Elle heard the little strained note in her Gemsong. She was enraged, and it was hard to make Frills angry. She was flirty, liked teasing and making fun of others, but she was careful to not push too far and backed away if asked.

"I think you're going to need to join the debriefing." Challenger added, scratching her cheek.

"If you'll give me a few minutes to contact my superiors, we'll be right there."

"You have five minutes," Challenger approached the Wards and her. "Are you sure all of you are alright?"

Elle smiled at her concern. "No, we're okay."

Because this slight wasn't going to be ignored by Atlas.


"Artificer and the Wards are both secure, they're unharmed but we have a Mastered cape, a young independent hero supposedly taken by the Fallen a week ago. As well as a single Fallen member in custody." Frills informed me quite nicely, as I adjusted my collar and shrugged on a red cloak.

I wore a black tunic and red trousers, fitting tightly snugly around my hips. My gem was exposed of course, and I released my power, my Aura in a firm burst of energy. I was quite completely fucking enraged so I was a little distracted.

"Are you sure you're ready to do this?" Starry didn't seem as emotional and it was a fair point to make.

"I'm currently the most powerful psychic being on his planet, and we're facing a Master and his thralls including a number of capes. One of them being a biotinker. " I hissed but did take that time to breathe in and out, and to let my rage simmer down.

Starry raised an eyebrow. "You sure it isn't your Diamond brain making the decisions for you?"

"I'm 90% sure we're in agreement that this is necessary, the Fallen tried to take someone from me, tried to enslave her." My voice distorted into a dirge, into a madrigal of war and battle. "She is under my aegis, she is my." It was almost frighteningly draconic how angry I was.

HOW DARE THEY TAKE WHAT IS MINE!

"Alright, but you do need to think this through. This world doesn't exactly like people with your power…and for good reason too." I didn't disagree with Starry's assessment.

"Well it's lucky there's already two heroes with Master or Master-adjacent powers. Glory Girl has her aura while Gallant is an empath and has emotion shifting beams." Both were around at this point. "Some of my more immoral power uses aren't things I would do anyway." Plus there's a couple others I think like Edict.

"We should be able to manage that. But are you certain that entering combat is for the best?" She sounded more than worried, like I was making a terrible mistake.

"For this, yes. I'm pretty much the best person for breaking the Master effects. Plus being physically tougher than you should be helpful." Plus the fact I had been training for weeks, and had multiple code patches applied to cheat the system.

The fact I could hold my own at all was thanks to Starry and Aventurine, and I had gotten tips from Brass Pearl to add some extra elegance and flexibility. Plus stealth, I could make my steps effectively silent.

"Then you should be partnered up with someone, I recommend Black Beryl Facet-2X6L Square-3BC in particular."

"Black Beryls are the ones capable of projecting their perception across great distances?" From what I can tell they had a range in the miles, though some had ranges in the hundreds of miles.

"Yes." I felt just a little excitement and relief at the same time. One Black Beryl sounded cool, and having someone to watch my back was another bonus.

"Then I don't mind that at all. When is she going to come in?"

"Now."

Jesus, Buddha, Stars! "What?" I hadn't even noticed her approach, and I blinked at the sound of her song. It had a smoky, throaty, husky quality, with the pattern of jazz and blues music. It recalled images of Scarlet Johansson.

Black Beryl was about 6'3, built similarly to an Emerald, wearing a fluffy dark dress accented with gold, her oval face cascading with wild black hair, and dark, dark eyes staring at me with a serious shine. She wore a golden band around her neck, and her white claws curled as she shifted her hands. She was curvier than an Emerald, but other than that she was quite similar. With her canines reminding me of deep sea fish…

She bowed her head. "Hello there." She waved with a slightly twitch of her wrist, and a jazzy chirp.

"Hi." I waved back. "So I suppose we should get on with this then?"


I teleported right outside the PRT building, my electrical interference essentially leaving me as a blank void in every camera within a mile. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling half a hundred auras within several hundred feet. They were small things, clinging tightly to skin, and waning and waxing dynamic expressions of mind and soul.

My own Aura was far larger, and it had increased in range every other day. From about a thousand and a half feet with Steven's first lesson to around six miles. Most Diamonds had cowls of light and song in the hundreds.

Black Beryl was elsewhere, using her Vision to search the city for the Fallen.

I opened the door, and narrowed my eyes when two PRT agents stepped in my direction. I kept my Aura from connecting to theirs as common courtesy.

"I believe I was mentioned to be coming here?" One of the agents with a suspicious but more reasonable aura spoke up.

"Sunrise Diamond?" She questioned, though I couldn't see from behind her dark faceplate.

"In the flesh," She glanced at my face, and I grinned to get my point across. Having wide daggers for canines and shuttering Diamond eyes certainly proved my odd nature. "I'd like to see if my friends are alright." My concern became palpable, rolling into my clicking song.

It took them only a few minutes to get me into a meeting room, with Frills happily chatting with Challenger, while Bastion was elsewhere in the building. Even then I could feel the eyes on me, as I followed the tune of battle, not of fists and blades but of mind and wit.

I could feel odd tricks bouncing off my Aura, the reality shifts involved with predicting the future wiped away with a few twists of magic. Though not to the point of blinding them.

I slipped past Challenger, my concern overwhelming my urge to be polite.

"Artificer! You're unharmed right, that waste of a man didn't hurt you did he?"

Her aura pulsed with embarrassment as I began to check her over, checking joints and poking at bones. I tugged at her fingers, turned her arms, and lightly poked her legs with my boot.

I pawed at her face, and felt her pulse with a warm purr in my throat, her hair seemed unharmed if a little dirty.

"I'm fine, don't be weird!" She whined, and I released a second pulse of worried Gemsong.

"You know I can't help but worry, we should have seen this coming." I've been too complacent, too cowardly. We couldn't go hard because we'd break the planet, but we could have done more than we had.

"I'm still here though, and we can find them easily enough right?" She downplayed my worries and I pouted.

"Yes. But it doesn't erase my concerns, you and I both know you're not ready." She deflated, nodding almost tearfully.

"Umm…" She swallowed. "I think I'd like to go home, when we're done here."

"Of course, you'll probably want to talk with Amber." She nodded, looking just a little less confident and joyful. "Now, Challenger, was there something you wanted to talk about?" I turned around, her surprise flickering along her roiling aura.

"You're Sunrise Diamond, the Trump/Master right?" Challenger was amicable, using her axe like a cane. "The higher ups weren't too sure about you, until Frills mentioned you could break Master effects."

The aforementioned Ruby waved cheekily.

I sighed. "I've got a fairly wide number of powers, more than anyone else in Atlas, more potent, unrestricted." I flicked out my claws, shards of obsidian capable of parting the person in front of me in two. "I thought it'd have been specified by now."

"Starry said they didn't want to reveal more until some of their members were more comfortable." Challenger added to my knowledge. "If you don't mind, could you elaborate on your powers? Might be helpful for joint operations."

"Brute, I'm at this moment stronger than any single person in Atlas."

"…one of the 'Quartz' was able to hold up a thousand ton tinkertech hydraulic press." She seemed taken aback. "Anything else?"

I chewed on my lip. "Mover. I've broken the sound barrier from time to time, and haven't figured out flight yet." I squinted. "Shaker. I can create energy barriers." I created a hexagon barrier, tapping it. "Emotional aura, a telekinetic push." I didn't demonstrate either. "Master. Empathic powers, and general detection of mental manipulations within my range, and if I know what I'm looking at or paying enough attention."

"Sounds more like a grab-bag than a Trump power?" Challenger didn't seem impressed.

"Tinker, I can use and make a fair amount of the 'tinkertech' Atlas uses. I can even improve it. Blaster, building busting energy projection. Thinker, rapid processing and a few others like enhanced senses, plus my empathic powers again."

"I'm getting the idea you're holding back a bit on the details." Challenger didn't seem upset though.

"Well there's Striker for compressing my energy projection into my fists or for wrapping them in a bubble" I made a bubble gauntlet, moving my fist a bit forward. "Plus my healing abilities. Then there's the control over my body." I created crystalline plating along my arms, rose and crimson in color. "So Changer."

"Plus how you interfered with the cameras, so minor Stranger powers."

I gave her a thumbs up. "And I'm still growing into my power." So I likely would get a moderate Trump rating for sheer number of powers, and their growing strength. They might end up thinking I was something like a Master-oriented Dauntless.

"So your warning, was it using your power?"

"I can pinpoint Mastered people with my powers, at least one or two of them were in a PRT building." I fibbed a bit. "I didn't figure out what it meant until I dived deeper into my power."

"You have a culprit?"

"Lionheart." Challenger looked puzzled. "Half-Mathers." She flinched. "Pyrokinetic emotional manipulator."

"We did notice a brand along the Master victim's sternum."

"Based on what I've been relayed, he's grabbed up a short range teleporter, Blasto and is getting help from Seir who was being strengthened by a dark gas themed power booster." I expanded upon their information. "Plus a handful of non-powered Fallen, and maybe one or two more capes."

"You've got some brave thinkers to look up Fallen capes with their powers." She radiated a bit of curiosity.

"They did mention I can nullify mental powers right? Anything that involves attempting to attack one's mind isn't getting in. Even my shields block those kinds of powers."

"Well I can tell why you qualify for a Trump rating now." Challenger was looking me up and down, as if reevaluating me. "If you're able to detect and nullify Master effects, we might be able to get to this 'Lionheart' before he can make his escape."

"I have a sneaking suspicion that isn't going to be allowed to be a quick process."

I got a call. "If we wait several hours, we're sure Lionheart will grow complacent and remain within the city. He'll lay low."

Thank you, Flowers.

Challenger smirked. "No it's not."

Oh that's fine.

I can wait.
 
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I glanced at the aura burn marks on two of the PRT agents, including one on the more nervous agent from when I had entered the room. I didn't speak my suspicions aloud, though luckily Challenger was savvy enough to keep them well out of earshot.

"So is the delay because I'm a Master offering assistance during a possible, even probable M/S type situation?" I spoke bluntly, and Challenger seemed to be holding back a laugh. Bastion didn't seem to like me much, so my question didn't amuse him.

Bastion answered regardless. "We had been given some basic data on your power but not their extent and their strength. We thought it prudent to make sure none of them could interfere with a joint mission."

"Okay." He seemed to be bracing for impact, and was taken aback by my easy reply. "Is there something on my face?"

"There's generally more protest from independent heroes with these kinds of things." Challenger explained.

"I'm not in a rush since the Fallen aren't leaving the city." More a statement than a goal. They had nowhere to run.

"Is this from your team's thinkers?" Bastion asked, his aura going from suspicion to a more metered interest.

"We've got multiple Precogs, and fairly advanced tinkertech equipment. It's not exactly hard to figure out what they're generally going to do." Both capes received an alert.

"The room has been prepared." I was escorted to a new room without any PRT agents, and I crossed my arms over my chest when I saw the Mastered cape was being held in heavy chains as he struggled with a roar in his throat.

"So I've been given the okay of breaking the effect?" I questioned both of them.

"We've got a Master of our own on the team, he'll be keeping an eye on you." I examined the aura, a flickering thing sending out beams. "Plus we checked in on a few things to be sure you were on the up and up." Challenger was being oddly forthcoming here.

I guess Atlas being PRT affiliates gave us some breathing room, though otherwise we weren't part of the government. And over fifty 'capes' made us a force to be reckoned with.

"Fair enough, do you want me to start now or…?" She gestured, and I stepped forward. The Mastered Brute broke a chain and swung his beefy arm, it cracked against my chin and was rebounded by a jaw harder than steel.

I pushed back the arm with a push of telekinetic force, and opened my mouth to sing. It was a burst of song and Aura, deny, defy, release!

The cape's dark eyes blinked and in an instant his body began to deflate, mass compressing down as whatever changes he inflicted on himself returned to whence they came. There was a shudder of pain, and horror, and a lot of rage burning like wildfire.

I frowned, and scanned him for any further injuries. He seemed unharmed physically but mentally and emotionally…I had my doubts.

"Hey, kid. Are you alive in there, or do you need a moment?" I spoke kindly, injecting a happier tone, trying to keep him calm.

"I…I can, I can tell you…what they have." He swallowed and Challenger stepped forward along with Bastion.

"If you're not in a good state you don't have to…" he cut me off.

"N-Nine non-cape Fallen, there's…the burning man, Lionheart, Seir, teleporter through mirrors." I doubt it was Othello, so likely some different cape. "Blasto, making minions for them…he wants to bring him back."

Fuck.

"The Fallen can't get their hands on a biotinker. " Bastion sounded pissed.

"Blaster. Can fire beams…with different effects." So like a weaker Legend I was imagining. "Dangerous, they…" He sagged, and I stepped back as he passed out.

"Think the kid is out of it, he's tired." Challenger stepped in, and whispered. "You have permission to do the same for any compromised agents."

I nodded, and whispered songs into three people's ears, they stumbled and were quickly caught. There were three more, and I expanded my Aura, carefully avoiding everyone else in a three mile radius.

"Done." She didn't seem too surprised, but then I had revealed I had powers in most of the classifications. "So, last I checked you've got about six hours at most before the Fallen leave the city, less once Lionheart's thralls no longer check in." Actually that gave me an idea.

"Something you want to tell us?" Challenger pointed her chin in Bastion's direction.

"If he's been getting information from PRT employees, it's possible we can use that against him if he can't tell they're no longer under his influence." Ignoring possible extrasensory sub-powers. "No guarantee though."

We ended up spending another half hour making sure there were no side effects to my use of my telepathic abilities.

Annoying but that was life.

"So Artificer is back home isn't she?" I questioned Frills, while Rachel petted her dogs. Despite them currently being one and a half ton murder beasts. Shutting off her shard's conflict drive had calmed her down a notch. Only a notch though, because the shards were smart enough to not rely on their own energy to make people fight and use their powers.

It was only certain shards that had incredible influences on people, like Elle, like Rachel, like Shadow Stalker and Damsel of Distress. Or the Tinker 15 and Ash Beast. The Gems were interested in his shard for power generation and redirection purposes. Of course attacking a shard capable of shifting matter to energy and back again isn't going to be easy.

Bastion gestured.

I was being led to a more isolated room, with Bastion speaking to his superiors on radio I could easily broadcast into. Not that I was going to, I didn't have to explain every little trick I knew.

I stepped through, and I could tell numerous countermeasures were active. Bastion was likely in the know, and based on what we had plucked from their networks so was Challenger.

"We have a few minutes before we start bringing in other capes for the operation. Blasto is already incredibly dangerous on his own, and him falling in with the Fallen could be a worse case scenario."

"What did you want to talk about then?" I had a guess.

"Our thinkers were able to confirm you're residents of another reality who are here long term until you can return home." He stated, and I wondered how they managed that or if their shards were already being…subsumed.

"We've only processed about nine hundred shards so far, and most of them are Eden shards." Flowers commented through my earpiece. "Though yes a good dozen of their Watch Dogs had their shards turned into wet labs for Galvan scientists." In turn they could use those shards to influence other shards.

I was going to crack one of these days.

"Oh that. Yes, were there questions you wanted to ask about powers from our Earth?"

"We've taken a look at the fifty three registered cape identities, our main theories are clones or some type of Trump power." He pointed to the files they had on us after the registration of Atlas as a cape team.

"You're sure you want us to be honest about that? It could be tricky."

"It would be helpful, though we won't ask for much today. The Fallen come first."

"When did powers start emerging on Earth Bet, about thirty something years ago?" I asked, and he nodded. "Well on Earth 460'/ powers have appeared sporadically throughout most of history. Some are born with it, others require outside stimuli to activate some built-in factor within the human body." I fibbed, not giving many details. "Some of these changes are severe enough to cause heritable physical mutations and power sets."

"And Atlas is an example of that?"

"We…Gems, I suppose, are basically people with tons of different powers passed down to the next generation." Next harvest was more accurate. "Each Gem type represents a different power set, Quartz are big, fast, powerful Brutes. Rubies are weaker Brutes but more common."

"And their powers are the same?"

"Just the more basic characteristics, there are fluctuations, and some are stronger or weaker depending on different factors. Some Rubies have pyrokinesis, others don't, and if a mineral type has numerous varieties, each variety has its own unique powers. A Rose Quartz is different from a Jasper, which is different from an Amethyst."

"And a Diamond…is there some marked difference between them and other Gems?" I could hear the auras approaching.

"Power. " So I decided to be honest. "The gap is generally as wide as the gulf between the Triumvirate and the average cape. Every basic power shared between all Gems is boosted by many orders of magnitude. And including myself there are only five in any universe." I was half-lying, if there were alternates there could be other Diamonds.

"Hmm…"


I didn't pay much attention to the meeting, instead playing a game of Pong inside my eyeballs. I had downloaded files on several games, while Black Beryl showed up and did her thing after scouting out the Fallen.

Her power was taken as a type of Thinker power, and it had taken only another thirty minutes to assemble a team. The Wards were pretty much on lock down, and I had been allowed to remove the remaining thralls, including a higher up who had changed the Ward meeting from a peaceful meeting to a patrol.

From what I heard, Accord was doing his part in keeping the peace since he didn't like the Fallen anymore than we did. Much less Fallen with a biotinker slave.

The operation included Bastion, Challenger, Glaive, Tripper, Auditor and Blackout. Bastion had shields, Challenger had her impact force multiplying tinkertech, Glaive channeled energy through her weapons, Tripper was a Trump who could throw out slow moving phasing balls with power disruption auras. And Auditor was their Master, sort of like Gallant but the power was tuned differently.

No impact force, but the blast could be used to detect more precise emotional states as well as physical condition. But he seemed to be a recently graduated Ward so the use of his power to monitor for Master thralls was…still getting on its feet. Of course he was operating elsewhere in the city, checking for any traces of emotional manipulation where he could.

Blackout was a Shaker who created shadows capable of blocking things, and healing her and others by attacking enemies. Something like that at least.

A number of Robonoids were gathering from the dark corners of the city, Challenger watching them with a fascination in her aura.

"So who has a robotics specialty among your team? I'd like to meet her." She lifted one up on her axe, grinning.

"We…don't have specialties like that? Anyone of a dozen of us could have made them, hell I've crafted a handful of Robonoids."

I chirped, and one of the robots floated over to me, and I picked out a file with my mind. I looked at the various charts and visuals of data taken from scanning of Challenger's tinkertech. All about power and impact multiplication. It seemed to involve various forms of gathering or concentrating forms of energy. A slight twist of dimensions drained kinetic energies to amplify the power of an impact by a hundred times.

Mixed with more advanced versions of methods of force amplification. She could do things like multiplying the force of a baseball swing and having it swing with fifty tons of force.

"Hmm…force multiplication, using them for some of our mining equipment might get some results." Modifying the effect of momentum and amplifying the force of the drill could prove useful. Using magic to generate and gather kinetic energy sounded excellent.

"Mining equipment?" She questioned while Black Beryl talked with the Protectorate capes including Bastion.

"Atlas is very good at creating things for digging and surviving deep down," I explained quietly. "As in surviving down in the mantle deep, we could probably mine out the Earth's core if we had enough resources. Not much of a point to it however." I shrugged at her skeptical gaze. "The Flask Robonoids are good for scanning, repair, and information gathering in general."

"You got anything I can't crush with my boot?" She nudged one back.

"There's the Socket Robonoids." One removed the cloaking, and there was a brief change in the outcomes when the parahumans and several PRT agents jumped. It was a giant round blue-green sphere, about the size of a golf cart with eight conical legs. It floated silently, sending out an invisible scan over everything within a hundred meters.

It created a holographic screen, projecting Olly into existence. From Mars even, though it wasn't like anyone could know that. Zero lag tended to make that harder to parse.

"I've managed to confirm the numbers you'll be facing, ten non-capes, five parahumans, thirty bio-creations, and based on some of these scans, a range of biological agents."

"Diseases, plagues?" Bastion barged in, and I frowned when he unintentionally struck my shoulder. Though the way he winced told me it hurt him way more than it hurt me.

"No no. More like dangerous miasmas, pollen grenades, standard uses of Blasto. Though there's a single biological agent…which appears limited to skin contact, it appears to increase aggression and recklessness."

"Is it something they've made use of against us?" Glaive was the one who asked, dressed in blue tinted armor, blonde hair tied into a ponytail and a blade shaped mask covering her face.

"Nope. I suspect they triggered a contingency of Blasto, and are suffering unknowingly from the effects." Olly shrugged. "It would be best not to allow contact, and while they'll have no effect on anyone from Atlas besides Artificer and Hellhound, we can still pass on traces of the agent."

"Some type of always-on Breaker effect I'm guessing, my equipment seems a bit buggy with your bodies." She gestured to Black Beryl and I, and her eyes darted to where Starry had hidden from sight. "And you've got the kid's dogs because they won't get affected much by what Blasto has in store."

Rachel had been given a belt that generated a stasis field to block out any Blasto bullshit and the Socket Robonoids had the same tech built in. There were several Rubies and Quartz with the mission of destroying the bio-creations.

Bastion stepped back into my attention, talking to someone on the phone. "The Director said the agents are in place. Your thinkers, are there any hostages?"

I replied. "No. From what I can tell they never got the chance to grab any civilians. And without the PRT agents he enthralled he has no leverage." Black Beryl had checked, providing an accurate map of every hideout the Fallen once had in place.

"We've confirmed they've run to the secondary location Fuschia Sapphire predicted they would flee to." The PRT had used the enthralled agents to effectively trick the Fallen. They believed the PRT had discovered the secondary location Blasto used for himself they had stolen.

So of course they managed to flee to a location none of the PRT should know, operating in sync. They were planning to bug out, and were going to use their teleporter cape to do it. That they hadn't yet told the Sapphires a few things.

Their cape had a cool-down, a long one even and I was going to make them pay for that mistake.

"If you're ready to make a move, I'm going to get in close. They might not have any plagues, but they can still have debilitating biological weapons." Which again won't work on us. "My energy blasts will destroy them without creating any dangerous byproducts."

The Pink Diamond was a destroyer of life just as much as a creator of life.

"I'm tagging along. Remember? My tinkertech should work well enough against Blasto's creations and my suit blocks bio-contaminants."

Black Beryl nodded with a smirk."We don't have a problem with that." Black Beryl's Gemsong was more comprehensive than most Gems, due to their mild telepathic abilities. She floated off the ground, using her telekinetic magic.

Black Beryls were raw telekinetics, infusing matter with energy to lift them and move them around to their whims. And they had real power, able to tumble buildings. Though to be fair, a lot of Gems could move hundreds to thousands of tons of matter with their telekinetic powers.

But Black Beryls were stronger still, with only Era 1 Aquamarines sharing their talent for such power with their stasis magic.

"Then let's get on with it, step a little closer would you?" I asked cheerily, keeping my song from distorting into unbridled rage and fury. Challenger bobbed her head, up and down with a mild chuff.

I probed the Jewel, and wrapped the three people around me in the strange energies. We were teleported over two hundred meters, right to the point that I was targeting. One problem with the little magic items was that there needed to a lot of complex number crunching for a coordinate system taking into account other realities.

Luckily retro-causal intuition took care of most of those problems, just a natural ability to know where to move made it easy enough. Though it worked less effectively for organics, even with the built-in gemtronics system.

I could hear movement, feel the auras of people, arrogance, anger, hints of lust and other emotions that left me with a bad taste in my mouth. There were the weak colorless auras of the creatures, thirty of them in total. Most were flickering sparks, while one was larger, more of a small torch.

Three were twisted, auras wrapped in chains made of brands and flame and dimensional energy links. I could feel the indignation, the sense of violation, buried under thoughts of, listen, obey, mine, dependent.

"Sunrise?" I was brought back to reality, and stopped grinding my teeth. Challenger was giving me a look of concern. "What's wrong?"

I breathed in and out, breath coming out as fire. "The enthralled…it just feels wrong, I can feel their rage, their pain, their…" I cut myself off, extending my claws out. "I'm holding myself back from breaking the connections until we're sure they can be out of harm's way." Relatively speaking, more realistically they would go berserk and go after their attackers.

"Blasto is right in front of us." Black Beryl pointed out, and I nodded as I inspected the large door leading into a larger room. There we had Blasto and two other auras, normals. Their thoughts were taunting .

Stupid spic thought he'd win against us.

Disgusting, horrible little gremlins weren't they? And it was so, very, very sad. A waste of life, a waste of potential. Several Robonoids were already in the space, and two of the auras went down, as the machines slathered samples of Newter's sweat on their bodies.

I opened the door, and was the first to take a grenade of questionable contents from a still enthralled Blasto, eyes flickering with enslaving flames. I released my Aura, manifesting it as a cleansing firestorm.

He released a single homunculus, a massive stone-skinned ape, programmed instinct focused on destruction and death. It was Black Beryl who attacked, her arms snapping like serpents and…tearing the organic being in two, claws raking past skin, muscle and bone in a single swipe.

I swallowed, and there was a notable pause from Challenger as she swept out her own weapon. I pressed my Aura forward, and nullified the commands forced upon Blasto.

He stopped attacking, and there was a twist of fury burning almost as hot as my own. "Hijo de puta!" I blinked at the familiar twang of Spanish. "Los voy a matar!" He grabbed equipment, stomping his feet as he grabbed grenades.

"Maybe it would be a good idea to calm down, I'm not sure you're going to have time to tinker either." I pointed to an unamused Challenger, and he blinked, rubbing his identity hiding mask. "Though maybe you can help us with taking down the bio-construct the Fallen are using."

He grimaced. "No. Lionheart has control over them, he told me to design their brains in a way he could use them with his power." Fantastic.

"So what exactly are we going to do with him?" I jutted my thumb in his general direction. "Arrest him? Get him to tell us how to stop his rogue bio-constructs?"

"We—" I moved without thinking, a shield expanding to block the energy blast writhing with fire. There was the whistle of fighting, the song of combat, the song of the possibilities.

A woman with dusky skin, wearing black spandex dotted with elemental symbols and a red mask. There was an aura to her person, coating her form, shifting matter to a higher energy state.

She generated a much larger beam, and fire coated the room.


Bastion set up his force fields, coated within the protective shadows of Blackout's power. Noxious gases wafted through the air, and they detonated with sparks set off by the Fallen. Seir and an unknown cape, the Mastered teleporter. They had just confirmed the cape had two togglable Breaker states. He would be stuck in one or the other for hours, cooling down the usage of the other state.

One state was a fast fragile glassy Mover, able to leap buildings and teleport through flat reflective surfaces. The other was a lumbering giant of hard crystal that acted as a portal to absorb attacks. Which had turned out to be a fair bit tougher than they had originally expected.

The Fallen fight in sync, a pattern of bullets and powers between the throwing of tinkertech grenades. Blackout had slowed the advance of the dangerous gas, but without Atlas they would have…not done as well as they had.

Twenty bio-constructs attacked, gathering around pheromone grenades that had successfully made their mark. Most were semi-humanoid reptilians, mid-level Brutes that spit acid and expelled noxious gas.

The area has been cleared of civilians, making it safe to attack as needed. So Bastion stepped aside to make room for one of the Quartz. 'Currant' was a big beefy red woman, and she summoned a weapon, a fractal helmet of red metal.

The headbutt snapped the creature in two, and Bastion let out a wince. He had seen the same cape handle a villain with a feather soft touch. Their restraint was incredible, if they could break people like twigs.

There was a bright energy blast from Glaive, which did little to the enthralled cape they were using as a human shield. Three Blasto creatures tried to ambush him, and were crushed by the leaps of Hellhound's monstrous dogs.

Rachel Lindt scowled but didn't say a word as she whistled and shouted a command. They threw themselves at the Breaker cape, gripping onto the odd hard crystal. Which began to glow, and burn with Glaive's blast. The two dogs backed away when their master hissed in pain.

Shit. Since when could they do that? The Precogs Atlas had access to weren't perfect, it took them time to sort the future, things could be missed. And she was busy sorting out any possible contingencies the Fallen had in mind. They had already caught a Mover from outside the city, a back-up plan in case things went awry.

His blood went cold as more and more energy surged from it's skin. How many times had the cape been fired open, how many…

One of the 'Socket Robonoids' rocketed forward, and he heard it speak.

"Detecting wavelength, evaluating frequency. Shard signal located, disruption pulse start." It sent out a wave of energy, multitudinous in nature, and the Mastered cape screamed. The plasma it released became an unsteady beam that the robot caught in a strange field, which vanished without a trace. The Breaker state collapsed, leaving a young man in thin white and black armor.

The Ruby…Frills came barreling in, knocking aside three Fallen as they tried to recapture their cape. She swung her throwing weapon, flicking a finger to alter its course. The spinning bladed circle smashed and launched people and sliced through monsters. She lit her hands with her fire, sterilizing the air while the odd robot did the same with a green energy.

Lines of shadow cut where he had been standing, materializing in the gaps where he had moved too far from Blackout's range. They became holes in reality, black as night clones of Seir. They surrounded him, and one was switched for flesh, an explosive grenade thrown in his vicinity.

He reeled back, and something ripped him away from the incoming explosion. A red clawed hand was wrapped around his waist. He stared as he saw how Frills had warped her arm, growing it into a distorted example of an arm.

They have Changer powers?

Her limb compressed like an accordion, without the accompanying sound of bones snapping and fracturing. It was odd, though he had seen a fair share of powers in his career. He was dropped back into battle, caught on all sides by Blasto creatures, three Fallen, and more Seir clones.

"Left!" Frills shouted and he listened, avoiding a silver ball of light that smacked into Seir right as he switched with a shade. His power slipped out of his grasp for several seconds, and the Socket Robonoid effectively teleported from it's end of the battlefield.

"Evaluating nullification field, shard signal pinpointed." It sent a second pulse, and after seconds had passed. His power didn't come back.

"What did that machine do to him?" Bastion rubbed his sore arms.

Frills flicked out her tusks with a savage grin. "Power nullification field. It interrupts power use for about thirty minutes before the field decays." She explained with the sweet tune of Gemsong, with a hint of blades of anger clashing.

"It used the time we bought to figure out how to block his power?" He asked, and she nodded.

Before any more words could be exchanged, there was an explosion from the main Fallen hideout.


I blinked as the power created fire energy tried to burn me alive, and it didn't warrant a thing. I understood her power easily enough. Something like a weaker elemental Legend. Her body shifted to a Breaker state, corresponding to her elemental beams.

Air was solid kinetic force beams, whirling vortexes of kinetic energy. Water was a blue-tinted beam, creating water, ice, or steam on contact. Earth was the same, from metal to lava, fire was of course flame and heat and roiling lightning plasma.

The last was void, a strange ethereal energy that some of the Robonoids read as dark matter and dark energy beams. Which at this scale was effectively harmless, like trying to snuff out a forest fire with a cup of ice.

Using fire against the sun in humanoid form wasn't exactly the poor woman's best choice.

Challenger attacked first, chucking her axe. It swung in an arc, like a boomerang instead of a heavy battle axe. The head of the weapon vibrated, and smashed into the thrall like a truck. Her Breaker state protected her, but it didn't stop her from being thrown around.

Black Beryl rolled her eyes, and the air coalesced as telekinetic force became a cocoon around the cape. She was stuck, frozen in place by sheer strength of magic. I projected my aura, smashing apart and nullifying Lionheart's flames.

The cape went limp with shuddering gasps and I saw how Black Beryl's grip became more like a pillow of clouds for the poor lady. She gently dropped her back down to earth, and her expression was…empathic for the woman's plight.

Six monkey-lizard things were swiftly taken care of by Challenger as her weapon spun back to her. They were knocked down, and she spun on her heels, her axe pulsing with energy before absolutely crushing the opposition. Spines broke, flesh rippled as the minions died. Challenger laughed, and I could see her aura pulse with a hint of justified anger.

I wonder if she had a history with Fallen I wasn't privy to?

The other Fallen were out fighting the Protectorate, several Quartz, Frills and Bitch. Leaving Lionheart on his own, and with whatever remained of his little army of monsters stolen from Blasto.

"Blasto is gone isn't he?" I asked Challenger and Black Beryl. In the chaos of an explosion big enough to blow up the room he had gotten away.

"I can find him, if I use my Vision." Black Beryl offered, and Challenger shook her head.

"We need your power to see what's in Lionheart's little lair, and Blasto isn't a priority yet. " I acknowledged her with a high pitched chitter of Gemsong, one that I'm sure was eyebrow raising.

"Already done. Lionheart is alone, with several things within large capsules. They're large, and he has several more homunculi than before." I saw that much, but of course feeling auras didn't tell me what was on the other side.

"He's a pyrokinetic on top of being a Master right?" Challenger whispered as we stopped at the door.

"Yes. But that won't do much to anyone except maybe you, if your armor can't take it." I suspected it could. "No reason to underestimate him though." I wasn't cut out for this kind of life but I wouldn't be a dumbass about it either. "What about traps?"

"Nothing behind useless grenades and bombs, though whatever is in those pods may prove a threat."

"Keep an eye out anyway." I lightly ordered, flexing my claws and chewing on my lip. I went to kick down the door, and Challenger waved her arm.

"Please. Allow me." I smirked, and she swung her axe. The door was sent off its hinges, crushing two creatures in the process. There were eight more, ones I saw by their faint aura rather than through normal sight. Though I caught them in UV, as well.

I screamed.

The omnidirectional wave caught the invisible monsters, and sent two Fallen flying gently back. Not that they knew that. I noticed Mama Mather's connections, semi-active as they were. Used as lines of communication for her people while she did other things.

Not that she could see me, I had the same effect on shard-sight as I did cameras. Though it wasn't an innate power, rather something taught to me by Steven. A backup for the precaution-weapons and Gem technologies. Being able to break every camera in a ten mile radius is a useful power.

"You…" Lionheart had hidden behind a pod, and I raised an eyebrow at the white lion head he was wearing. His costume was basic, a dark dress shirt and white pants, with a cape that was a mix of black and white and red.

His body burst into flames, and he sent forward a spear of red-white-blue fire. I stepped forward, taking the force. There was a hint of intent, like something trying to push itself into me. I reflected it back, and made some guesses as I walked forward, a growl exiting my throat as Gemsong.

Lionheart's emotional manipulation and pyrokinesis was linked, but there were conditions. He needed closeness, he needed them to accept his flames, or have to be forced upon them at close range. From a distance his powers would invoke minor emotional responses instead, unease, confusion, anger and so on.

I glanced at the cape they had enslaved through her aura, and caught a flash of memory.

Oh we'll make you scream alright, but not yet darling.

My Aura expanded from where I had smothered it down, from a few feet to tens of thousands, narrowly weaving around anyone who could notice. I felt anger, so much anger.

But I was a Diamond, I had to hold back or I would break everything and everyone. I looked around, and saw a world of cardboard, and held back just a little. The monster had survived but not unscathed, some had their chests caved in, functional only because they had so many redundancies.

Black Beryl and Challenger did their own jobs, taking on the remaining Fallen and monsters. I took on Lionheart, reaching into myself to twist his power around.

He pulled out a gun, firing. My hand snapped up, deflecting the bullet without thinking.

"You damn bitch!" He screamed, and I created a set of barriers, feeling their presence in space as I used them to cleave through equipment and weapons, and even wrapped what looked like explosives and bombs, as well as destroyed numerous pods filled with spiky monsters.

"Why did you come here to begin with?" I already knew but I wanted to hear it from him.

"We're here for the retarded slut you freaks somehow managed to pick up." He lashed out, and the flames died as I extended a field of magic, taking hold of it with sparks of my own plasma. "A Shaker 12 was an asset if we could use her, if not she'd be put to work in the breeding pens."

My restraint…snapped like a twig. Concrete turned to powder, and the only reason Lionheart wasn't reduced to a red smear was my own reluctance.

"Yeah that isn't going to happen. Never again, for anyone. " My voice was emotionless, an affection that didn't sound like me, like someone else was talking through me or…some deeper part of me was rising to the surface.

He sneered, even as I felt the fear overwhelm arrogance. "You might have me beat…but you were stupid to reveal your face. Mama will find you, if we can't take your stupid kid maybe you'll be more fit instead."

I smiled, a vicious, violent thing. "Is that so?" I pressed down on normal existence, reaching upwards to the realities my power resided in. He stumbled, sweating, terror invoked by my power.

KNEEL.

Challenger stumbled but I pulled back before she could panic. Before the eldritch song could burst from my throat and shatter her skull like glass.

"Come on then. Call your mama, think of your mama and ask. Can she see me?"

"You…you, can't you see her mama? She's here, she's here I don't…" I lifted my hand, finding the connections that bound every local Fallen, what allowed them to operate as a single unit…and severed the bond like thread.

He recoiled, and then slammed his burning hand into my face. I saw how it was infused with a strange force, trying to trickle past my skin to reach into my brain.

I shattered the force apart with the sheer strength of my Aura, and every remaining thrall was broken from his control, from his web. He slipped into unconsciousness, the feedback knocking him out.

"Sunrise?" Challenger spoke out, right after finishing off a monster. "Are you doing okay? Is the guy still alive?"

"Feedback from ripping apart his Master effect," I explained, I wasn't going to scream I wasn't going to scream. "Being able to nullify any Master effect is a very useful power." I was going to order a Whaling Crew to reduce his dinky shard to atoms.

"Well it seems like everyone else is wrapping up, maybe we should do the same?" Her voice was gentle, understanding.

"I— MOVE!" I reacted faster than thought, creating a bubble as something exploded from underground. I had placed a barrier below us of course, and I stared as about ten monsters emerged, the smallest the size of a Smart car while the largest were about the size of a large bus.

A clubbed tail smacked us through the wall and out into the streets, it broke on impact and I grabbed Challenger as we rolled, dulling the force with my physics breaking power.

I shifted Challenger into a bridal carry as I oriented myself back onto my feet. Lionheart wasn't any less knocked out, already being accosted by little robots.

I placed her back down, and frowned at the scuffs to her pretty red armor. "Are you alive in there?"

"Jesus that hurts like a bitch…" She cursed as she rolled her shoulders, bones creaking. "I'm fine but…oh." I glanced over to the chaos, frowning as the more dangerous monsters tried to attack the more vulnerable PRT troopers who fired upon them with bullets.

There was a deep growl, and we turned to find three enormous saber fanged creatures, each of them larger than any big cat or bear.

The street was filled with howls.
 
Scintillation 4.7
Okay I've caught up with A03, more rude language and 4.8 should be posted both here and there by tomorrow. Hope you enjoy.


Scintillation 4.7

I looked up at the three twenty foot long creatures, all resemblinga heavily armored gorgonopsids of all things, crystalline saber teeth extending from long thick skinned jaws. One launched itself towards me, and I didn't blink an eye.

It crashed against my shield, and then released a poisonous miasma from its mouth. I reached within my consciousness, pulling out the right power. I shoved the massive beast back ten feet, and my left hand lit with cerise energy.

There was an explosion as I directed my Aura down into my fist, skin hardening to something tougher than steel, every bit as strong and refined as the Diamond that made up my gem. It's beefy, crystal scaled right leg snapped at my punch, bone splintering beneath supersonic strikes.

The creature had so much mass, so much power, with the wisps of Parahuman effects making it far stronger than it should be. Enough to crush most people to powder.

I wasn't most people.

I easily avoided it's bite and strikes, and sent out a burst of pure destructive energy. It burned in radiant colors, and slammed into its body with all the power of death and decay.

The cerise blast overwhelmed the durable skin of the monster, and burned organic matter into carbon dust. The cracks of pink and red, the implosion of meat into powder was… something. It dropped dead, broken into pieces of dead flesh and dust.

Black Beryl moved, no she slinked forward on the air itself, her telekinesis following her movements with inherent loyalty. The barrier she created using her power was unyielding, caving in the two ton beast's skull. It dropped dead, like it's strings were severed.

There was a scream, and I choked when I saw Challenger riding the remaining gorgonopsid-thing like a bucking bronco. She had pulled out her giant rifle, and it fired a giant bullet that hit more like a tank cannon. It took out a chunk of it's skull, and while riding the creature she switched back to her axe, stabbing it into it's exposed skull.

"Well, this isn't too bad right?" I laughed nervously, rubbing my chin.

Challenger shrugged. "I've seen worse in Brockton Bay, and we at least had a general idea there might be some bigger creatures." Probably why all the PRT troopers came in loaded for bear.

"Really too bad I can't see underground in the way I want to." Black Beryl sounded annoyed. Her magic did work underground, but they had been buried with no space for her to extend her magic into. They had dug their way out from their containment units when his control had slipped.

We had killed three, leaving six more creatures, odd hybrids of iguanas and tigers, and I could see the influences from the capes the Fallen had kidnapped. Bulky frames, crystalline armor shimmering with a localized power effect. All of them breathed fire or vapor that froze things on contact.

"They had a power boosting Trump before didn't they?" I had some guesses for how they had done all this so fast.

"That might explain it, plus Blasto is pretty lazy. Else he'd be a much bigger threat." Challenger answered me as she stepped off the dead monster. "But that doesn't make this any less dangerous."

"For you maybe. But I'm a bit too resilient to be hurt by some overgrown lizards."

My hubris was then capitalized on by a massive clubbed tail, and I was sent flying as it smashed into my chin. I altered my motion in midair, shifting the direction of gravity.

I had landed on a semi-truck, sideways to the normal direction of gravity. I oriented myself back toward the planet's core, and sighed as I pushed away some rubble.

Focus on the enemy Sunrise, focus. I examined my current nemesis.

It was a massive bulky creature with skin like stone, grey and studded with crystal osteoderms. Like some demented mix of a gorilla, a rhino, and a dinosaur. Forty five feet long, with long arms ending in fists the size of small cars and claws as long as swords. The head was gorilla-like, four eyes the color of scarlet glaring with mindless animalistic rage. It had a long club-tail like an ankylosaur, and breathed out fucking fire and shadowy gas because of course it did.

It was fast for its size, and it moved wildly towards Blackout, and swung its tail at transonic speed. It was going to kill her.

My gem rang with song and magic, and I could feel it pour into my muscles, could even feel it push against reality itself. Everything around me began to slow down, and I sprinted.

I moved past the waves of sound itself, feeling them as almost solid eddies of vibrations. I moved faster and faster, walking and yet running, and I spun to add force to my palm strike. It's skin rippled, and I chopped the tail, an aura of flame surrounding it.

I cleanly cut the tip off, and time returned to one second per second. The gorilla-beast roared in agony as it was sent flying a dozen feet, and it proceeded to roll into a ball, and the osteoderms extended into spires of blades.

"Are you being serious?" It slammed into me with all the force of a twenty five ton monster at a hundred and ten miles per hour. A barrier immediately unfolded into reality, flashing with pink and red.

The creature leapt off, and spun into a punch, throwing out it's enormous fist. I reacted with my palm and stopped it's momentum dead, absorbing it with my own sheer mass and energy.

The other creatures were being destroyed rather easily, sheared apart by Quartz or shot down by PRT agents. There was a hint of Lionheart's influence, and I snapped the connection. It stumbled, and as I watched I wondered if I could make my barriers inside of things.

I wasn't going to test it, so I charged, kicking the monster in the chest, and snapping one of it's ribs. Glaive was charging her weapon, and before I could blink a burst of piercing energy crossed the battlefield.

The gorilla beast's eyes burst, and it reeled as part of it's skull caved in. Its aura was wavering, and I formed my barriers into butchering blades. I slammed them into its skull, and a gas was released that a flick of my tongue identified as sarin.

My body was already wreathed in cerise flames, as I burned the body completely. Twenty five thousand kilograms of organic flesh and crystal and stone were incinerated. So a fairly high Blaster rating I supposed.

I landed in a pile of ash, and I could see Challenger making her way to me, forestalling some PRT agents. Apparently I made the little guys nervous and fair, I had straight up dusted a monster the size of Leviathan even if nowhere as tough.

The Gems were already starting clean-up, picking up rubble, removing hazardous materials though placing them into the hands of the government for once. If this was Steven's Earth I'd be fixing the roads with healing kisses.

The Fallen were done here, and honestly…so was I.

Challenger gripped her axe firmly as she watched Sunrise Diamond walk through the ashes of a monster that would have massacred her team if they had been caught off guard.

She's a tough bitch I'll give her that. The tinker thought, and was further puzzled by how intimidating she was despite being a short, plush woman. At a glance she was just a twenty something year old woman, but when you looked more closely…

There was a predatory look in those brown eyes burning with cerise starlight, disdain and disgust barely suppressed as she glared at the numerous Fallen being discreetly arrested. There would be no escape if no one knew where they went, no way for them to break out as had happened time and time again.

There were more surprises from Sunrise, when her lips broke into a short lived scowl when she caught eyes with a barely conscious Lionheart. Blunt fangs, eight of them paired together into sharp killing instruments. And she knew they were, because she had seen one of the Quartz drag a monster by the neck with her teeth, slicing through bone and muscle like they were tissue paper.

It had saved her from being jumped, but it was some scary shit.

Lionheart cowered, eyes wide, and she heard the distant hissing song behind Sunrise's accented voice. Challenger saw the hand flickering with flame, fading away. She stopped him from Mastering a PRT agent.

She wondered how many powers Sunrise had up her sleeve, she had revealed a Mover power, the woman vanishing into a stream of red to keep the Blasto creation from killing Blackout. A Blaster power, though it also seemed to be used as a Shaker power. Maybe a Nuker, especially when she calculated the amount of energy needed to incinerate something the size of that monster.

At least a hundred billion joules, likely more with the scorch marks on the ground, and the Brute aspects she knew Blasto liked to weave into his creations. She wasn't sure there was anything or anyone in the city that could stand up to that kind of firepower.

"Hey, are you doing okay there?" Challenger moved past her discomfort, she might be dealing with a Master but it wasn't like she didn't know of a few. She had met Gallant before transferring out, she had met Edict, and Boston had its own friendly Master.

"I'm fine, fine enough I mean." Sunrise Diamond shrunk back, hiding under her cloak. "The Fallen are just…" Disgusting was left unsaid. "But regardless, what did you need from me? Do they want to put me in a box for a couple hours?"

"Nah. That's for all the people you fixed up, they want to make sure there aren't any side effects. Your power seems to be pretty similar to some people in the Protectorate."

Her smile was just a bit acerbic, eyes disbelieving. "Maybe. But I haven't heard many good things about this place." There was almost something like fear, no perhaps pity, but it was hard to tell in such soulful orbs. "And I'm fairly new to this, we're just lucky I spent a few months practicing my powers."

"Most people get instinctual use of their power." Challenger commented as she walked with the independent, moving away from the crime scene and back toward the nearest PRT building.

Challenger adjusted her helmet and visor, which she had built with an advanced scanner she used mainly to analyze her equipment, so she could see how to adjust the impact multiplying technologies of her power. It sent out waves of subtle impact force, and returned an echo she used to take in data. Along with other types of scanners she got a good picture of powers.

It wasn't intentional but she had used her scanner during the fight to better combat the enemy. She had even managed to make some quick adjustments to improve her axe and gun.

The data…it was garbled, barely functional, and that unnerved her. Like Sunrise was actively erasing any data without even thinking about it. What she had gotten back was that she was infused with some…unknown form of hard light, and that while she looked human…some of her biology was alien.

She had an extra twenty bones in her fingers based on the way the scans came back, which explained the retractable claws. Her jaw structure was altered, spaces in the skull letting her fangs partially retract as well as flick out. There were minor structural differences, areas refined in the smallest of ways. Then there was the gemstone in her stomach, a diamond substrate which radiated with sound and unknown energies.

That didn't matter, making sure she was okay mattered a little more than weird cape biology.

"So. You said something about practicing your power?" A distraction might be good enough.

Sunrise's eyes lit up. "Yeah. I've got a fair amount of powers I need to learn how to control. I've got healing, which can be flipped into destruction. A two sided coin." There was a light flare of light, which solidified into amaranths and rose petals. "Construction and deconstruction if you will." She seemed happy to explain, satisfaction emitted in the sing-song voice. "I've got superspeed as you saw with me keeping Blackout from becoming a statistic." There was something in her eyes, an emotion Challenger couldn't read.

"You did well for what has to be your first time out." Challenger complimented her, hoping to keep the girl's mind off the Fallen. It was obvious she had been disturbed by them…and she didn't blame her. Having your first fight be with the Fallen isn't exactly a typical circumstance.

Her gaze looked distant, stars burning behind her eyes. "Yeah…I suppose so…"

An hour and a half had passed since we had defeated the Fallen, and since I had nullified all the Master powers in play, and helped destroy the remaining monsters he had forced Blasto to create. I hadn't spent much time there, sort of cribbing the responsibility of talking to the PRT on Black Beryl. Besides a few minutes spent with Challenger.

Black Beryl didn't mind because she didn't want me to stick my foot down my throat like a dumbass. Even then I had given my perspective regardless.

Which is why right now, I'm looking around a field of broken trees, snapped like twigs with my own sparking fists. I was still angry, the rage of a Diamond didn't cool, it simmered with the fury of the dying stars that birthed us. Steven was no different no matter how nice he was.

And I was nowhere as nice as Steven, it wasn't in my nature. Everything about the Fallen had been disgusting and disturbing, and I wasn't always the best at controlling my emotions. So I punched a small forest worth of trees down to burn myself out.

A bit strange they had made a Punching Garden but it was all fixable damage if I try hard enough. There was also a large crystalline tree, about one hundred fifty meters tall and thirty meters in diameter. Some variant of plant life from Petropia. Like a really fat baobab tree made out of crystal life. It had a very specific purpose, and I placed my hands on my wide hips.

I haven't shifted back, because I was currently busy and didn't mind it. The tree dwarfed anything I had seen before, and my temper got the best of me.

"DAMN IT!" My fist embedded itself into the tree, the bark fracturing like glass before the force in my body. I breathed deep, and another more ridiculous idea came to mind

I can lift you.

This single tree was about as dense as aluminum, and the trunk alone was an enormous mass. I licked my dry lips, hands clenched in front of me. I squared my shoulders, and dropped into a crouch, shifting my hips. I dug my fingers into the gem-like bark.

More and more power surged into reality, pouring out of my Gem in waves of magic. I wanted to lift this monstrous tree, so that was exactly what I was going to do. And nothing was going to stop me. There was a crack, a rumble as I pulled the tree out of the soil, metal dense roots tearing through loose dirt and crushed rock.

I could feel my power flow into the tree, helping me lift the object, an automatic process. I forged handles from the broken trunk, digging my claws into the tree. I lifted with my legs, squatting even more to get a good position, metaphysical energy providing additional leverage.

A resounding crack followed as I leaned back, and the tree was pulled out with its roots. There was so much strain, so much mass, and yet the tree rose anyway.

Five hundred million kilograms was leaning to one side, and I tried to picture what would happen if my power faltered. I couldn't though, it was my power, my gem, my.

I growled and stabbed the tree back into the soil, flames huffed out from my breath. My power was buzzing under my skin, but it was toned down from where it had been heading. I could feel it curling under my skin, a nova waiting to be released.

But releasing a Diamond blast wasn't exactly a good idea when surrounded by fragile people, Gem or otherwise. Especially when I had seen what a Diamond could do going all out.

So instead I reached out to another aspect of my power. I placed my hand on the tree, it was beautiful, it invited some interaction. I put my palm on the tree and I find my mind bombarded with unfamiliar data, parameters of the tree's history, of the environment around us.

I used the tree as an extension of myself, integrating it's memories into my own. Divining the patterns, and tracking back a fly into the past, witnessing it's emergence from a pile of buried eggs a week ago. I go farther and farther back, until the past turns bare, to when the soil was dead and the planet listless.

I stick to the past of the tree itself, to it's transplant a week and a half ago, as the level of gases and light and ambient chemicals changed. The record goes back forty years before it stops suddenly.

I blink, retracting from the tree after about fifty minutes. My rage had gone from a bonfire to a cold simmer, and I felt someone standing behind me.

"Starry?" I called out in the dark. I picked myself back up, and turned around. Something like shame came up at the fact she had probably watched the aftermath of my temper tantrum.

"You're angry." A statement, and I knew that she was familiar with my situation and wanted to help me.

I wanted that help desperately…this was starting to freak me out.

"I am." I was scared, but I was so angry, burning so hot I wanted to break a mountain.

"Do you want me to lay it out for you?" I nodded eagerly, she was a Gem and should know what's going on.

"Please."

"You know about the instincts of a Diamond, they're ancient beings, more primal in a way. Possessive, protective of those they care about," she laid it out for me. "And they have tempers like nothing else…and I have a feeling you have a temper that's all your own too."

I didn't explode, but I did have a low tolerance…I was a snippy person. "Maybe."

"The Fallen are despicable, they tried to kidnap Elle for their…purposes, but your anger isn't aimed at just them is it?"

I swallowed.

"I should have done more." I couldn't hold back that tiny voice that spoke low of me. "I'm a Diamond right? I could have been a little more proactive, maybe been a little more assertive rather than staying at home and doing nothing. " I couldn't quit babbling, something hot in my chest and a pressure behind my eyes. "There are literally hundreds of monsters we could beat back, including the Fallen if we were a little more proactive and I…just."

I feel like a shitty person…useless.

"Sunrise. If you want things to change…then do it." I stepped back at the hardness to Starry's tone, the storm in her eyes unyielding in intensity. "Maybe you're right and you could have done more…but that's on us too. You're a Diamond, but you're only one person. There are thousands of Gems building the colony now, we can spare a few in some humanitarian aid."

"I…"

"If there are things you feel like we should be doing…then tell us, and we'll see what we can do. We need to communicate, we need to work together. So the question is…what do you want?"

What do I want?



My lips curled into a scowl. "The Mathers have to go, they attacked one of mine. And who's to say they won't try again?" I straightened my posture, my passions getting away from me. "We'll have to be out of Scion's sight, and take down what groups we can. No more stalling, there are powers we need to remove out of play, forces we need to commandeer in the destruction of Scion."

She seemed a little proud. "Go on." I started to think, remembering the strategies, the wargames she had done her part in teaching me. Where to move troops, where to deploy a range of strategies to survive in the game of life. How many soldiers, how many materials, what technologies needed to be advanced to better comprehend the enemy.

"Butcher. The shards vital for an entity, we should probably take care of that. Plus some of the threats that are left alone, but aren't big enough to bring too much attention."

Saint and the Dragonslayers needed to be grabbed up and we needed to take a good look at Dragon's code to see if it was up to snuff. Regardless of their intentions, they couldn't be trusted even if Dragon was evil. A manipulative addict and his spineless lackeys couldn't be trusted to police a true artificial intelligence.

"We'll have to be careful, and we'll need to take a lot of scans of powers capable of damaging entities. So Flechette and her cluster, Damsel of Distress, Chevalier, maybe we can borrow aspects from Elle's power. Power nullification too. String Theory isn't in the Birdcage and we haven't found her threatening to blow up the moon so…"

This wasn't the Worm I knew, not that my metaknowledge was complete, my gaps had been filled in by reading ahead, reading the shitty wiki and looking at Reddit. From what I could tell String Theory was a little more stable for some reason.

She had weapons capable of knocking the moon from orbit. Those were the kind of weapons for combating shards, and only a handful of superweapons in the galaxy had that kind of power density. Ignoring the problem of supervillains on Earth 460'/.

"We'll get right on it boss." She saluted me, Diamond shape and all…I glared at her and she grinned. "This world won't know what hit it."

My own grin grew.

She had no damn idea.


I chewed on my lip as I worked off some more of my frustrations by tinkering with some supertech samples from Earth. Some of those had become the basis of Gem terraforming devices, like the aerokinetic cores. Those were based on Gem powers, using magic to pull and warp air.

But they had been made a little more efficient by using the technology of Red Tornado and other robots and androids like him. They worked on the confirmed theory that under certain circumstances electromagnetic fields can act like a superfluid. They had novel interactions with certain types of matter, a sort of action-reaction displacement effect similar to telekinetics.

Or even induce chemical reactions with the right configuration of the effector fields. Gems seemed to use an incarnation of this effect mixed with actual magic, it was highly specialized, which was why certain Gems manipulated certain elements.

These effectors were commonly applied as force tweezers, able to replace optical tweezers with far greater abilities. It was artificial telekinesis, used across Earth.

I modified the aerokinetic core, inserting it into a belt. I placed it around my waist, hooking it together. Like the Replicator Wand it was tuned to working with anyone with enough skill.

Gems worked with it better of course, which was why I imagined a tornado forming around my right arm. In moments the air-tuned effectors added energy and speed and gathered mass to form the cyclones. I then imagined them around my legs, and I tweaked the buoyancy of the air to reduce the amount of wind needed to fly.

I flew in the air on the light red tornado wrapping around my hips like a dress. So I had succeeded in making the thing operational. Were my modifications functional then?

I compressed the air, forming the superfluid electromagnetic field into a cutting blade. I sliced a one inch thick slab of steel in half.

"Note to self. Aerokinetic core modification has proven a success, an air blade cutting with sufficient force to slice through hyper-compressed nanosteel." Which was impressive in and of itself.

Hyper-compressed materials used gravity fields to crush materials to a sixth of their volume. Allowing one to fit six times the armor in the same space, and was itself strengthened by nanoscopic engineering. Somewhere around eighteen gigapascals of tensile strength without the requisite compromises for such metals.

Though it ignored other methods of reinforcing material like what was done with Infinitum metal. Which did the same hyper-compression technique along with working out a way to increase the strong force without compressing it into degenerate matter in the process.

Something two millimeters thick would give a person as much protection as hundreds of meters of the best ceramic metal composite armors. Or create an indestructible engine block.

I set aside the aerokinetic core and moved on to the sample of Atlantean technology, a mix of mundane optronic and arcane crystal lattices carrying and storing magical energies. I grabbed the generic Water-Bearers and found it curious

For Atlanteans they powered the magitech with tattoos while I could fuel it directly. The devices channeled liquids into a hard-water construct, the enchanted optronic nodes guiding the arcane crystal in channeling and shaping the constructs. They were useful more for interfacing Gemtech with organics.

"Atlantean technology is a familiar combination of technology and magic," I said to the empty room. "Not that there's truly a difference in the scheme of things, besides the angles. Technology is bottom-up, levers and pulleys which make use of existing laws and forces. Magic is top-down, starting with the end goal and works backwards to make the desired effect." I was simplifying of course.

Magic is a matter-energy phenomenon with a metaphysical component, a fireball from tech is a burning ball of gas while a magic one is the concept of a fireball. It can take hundreds of different forms, depending on species, and is often wild and unpredictable. Which was why there were so many different systems with different rules and limits, they were foundations, ways to channel magic. You could say there are different operating systems with individual spells as individual programs.

Which of course meant different operating systems had different capabilities, some could better pull off transmutation of elements, others had more effective means of necromancy.

Gems were of course a combination of both, we were optronic processors and arcane crystal matrices, some were of Quartz, others of Nacre and Corundum, and ones like me were of course Diamond. Our gems naturally warped space and time, forming pocket dimensions within to store the vast energies needed to power our forms.

A bottle of water was lightly tapped against my forehead and I blinked as I noted Faultline in her costume.

"So you're the one responsible for getting us sent out on a mission?"

"Mission?"

"We're going to scout out the Fallen in exchange for cash…and some help with gathering information." Wasn't that dangerous? "They're gifting us with equipment that'll keep us out of trouble."

"Seems a bit dangerous doesn't it?" It was only a little concern, nothing big.

She shrugged. "I've been on another planet and you have an army of power nullifying robots. As well as devices capable of making us immune to Master effects."

"Alright then, did you bring Olly with you?" Faultline was probably raising an eyebrow behind her welding mask.

"Really?" I blinked, and finally noticed the little parasite clinging to her back. Olly was hanging on, legs hooked onto Faultline, thighs squishing against her frame. Olly's arms were on her shoulders, and the gem in question was peering from Faultline's left.

"Greetings. I've been taking some close scans of Faultline's Corona Pollentia and Gemma, examining differences between them and Black Wyrm Paired. As well as studying the hyperdimensional field used to sever molecular bonds. We believe we'll have it replicated within a few weeks."

"Joy. I'm being replaced." Wow, that was some heavy sarcasm.

Olly laughed a nasally laugh. "Not necessarily, perhaps we can make improvements, make your power more efficient, or extend it's range. Heavy changes are more difficult as shards can still be…a little opaque at times." She trailed off, rubbing her eyes.

"Really?" And now she was back to excitement for her, a slight tension in her shoulders, a foot shifting back and forth, head tilting to the left. Her aura jumped like a kangaroo, not able to hide what her body could.

"Well if you're interrupting my homework, you should at least help me out."

Faultline was at my side in a moment. "Homework?"

"I'm not a tinker, but as a Gem we can learn at an accelerated rate and as a Diamond we're commonly tasked with say…calculating the voting curves of a colony." I could read entire pages at a glance, easily doing in one second what one person would do in five hundred. It'd only take me a few minutes to read through an entire set of novels, and my near-perfect memory retention was a further boon.

So Alexandria?

I grimaced when I picked out a surface thought, and there was a haughtiness emitted from Faultline's direction. Really? She did it on purpose?

Maybe she really is nuts, the crazy bitch.

"So those parts…what are they from?"

"They gave you parts of Amazo? That's a rather complex project isn't it?" Olly sounded jealous as hell.

I preempted Faultline's question. "Amazo…was a power mimicking robot created by a Professor Ivo. Through highly complex discrete subsystems, and electronuclear force effectors it was capable of replicating powers on sight."

"And this man wasn't a tinker?" She sounded mildly terrified.

"Nope. There's just something in the water on their Earth that breeds crazy people." I might not even be joking either. "They don't have the same number of active heroes, but they have a higher concentration of power." There were somewhere north of a hundred thousand parahumans who could be considered hero aligned.

It was more in the thousands in dimension 460'/ but when you had the likes of Aquaman, Wonder Woman and the Flash you didn't need an army. Though they weren't at the scale of the comics and their plot-based bullshit. They were still incredibly strong, though they did have some limitations.

Diana was pretty strong though, comparable to Alexandria at least, though perhaps not as durable and her stasis locked body. The current Flash was the most powerful Mover on the planet, able to hit light speed…with certain restrictions. Something related to stamina, strange dangerous exotic energies, and his power could be…weakened.

And the fact he didn't pull light speed shenanigans all the time told me there were restrictions of either morality, sanity or dangerous side effects. Didn't matter though, but it was proof of the kind of bullshit in their world.

There were a number of powerful superhumans, far beyond a lot of capes on Bet.

"You're trying to replicate the power copying ability of Amazo?" Olly seemed interested and for good reason.

"With no luck, the issue with a lot of supertech is their complexity, and that they tend to be unstable and have a general lack of documentation. Easier than tinkertech but it's no casual feat."

I sighed.

Wonder what the progress was on our mission on Bet?


Argent walked on the surface of the moon, walking through the remnant of what appeared to be a lunar base. The base created by Sphere most likely, what was left of the project by a man so broke he vivisected his own brain to become a murderous monster.

She held the fragment of white crystal, about the size of her fist. She had fished it up from the ocean, and sent it in for processing and removal of possible dangerous cognito-memetic hazards as a matter of course. A fragment of the Simurgh, one they were using to analyze the framework of the Asura. From what she had asked, the Endbringers of this world were more metallic than the fleshy crystal material of Black Wyrm Asura.

Tougher, just a little more resilient. But not enough to be truly immune to their weaponry. She had been instructed to carve out a cavern deep underground, several miles long and a mile wide. Two miles underground, using her power to concentrate water to make a few pools to shear away rock.

Numerous observation domes were placed by her on the surface, scanning across hundreds of dimensions to locate the shards. It was more inconspicuous than sending out a solar system wide scanning pulse. There were many, far more than they had expected, orders of magnitude more than in their galaxy.

But it was far less than they had expected, there was something wrong here, her instincts telling her there was a plot they were missing. But that had been a typical feeling since the war had begun.

In the past few days they had run preparations for their operation against the Fallen. Numbers, knock-on effects of destroying them, powers and abilities, personalities, probable reactions. The Mathers' location was known, as they were the most dangerous of the three branches and the most intelligent.

She was going to be part of the vanguard, so with a flap of her wings she took off, doubling her speed every couple seconds. She closed her eyes, directing all her energies, body pulsing in and out of existence. Lapis Lazulis were terraformers, built to cross interstellar distances. Her kind were Gems born during the war whose ending began Era 1, their ability to warp space becoming the basis for their ships.

Her mass began to reduce, down to zero, and her mind began to slow, shifting all her energies toward her flight. She couldn't draw as much upon her hydrokinesis, her mind falling into a form of stasis. They couldn't have their minds waste needless energy on their journey.

It took her about five minutes to reach the atmosphere, entering at an angle towards her destination and at the opposite end of the Simurgh. Her scanning pulse had overlooked her, twisted away by the machinery built to fight the unfightable, to beat the unbeatable.

She turned at ninety degrees, and she pushed back the atmosphere with her light. Her sharp eyes gave her a good look at the compound, and she gathered a storm. Faultline and her crew had pulled off quite a lot with Muntz own experience in counterintelligence.

The squall followed her wake, and she hid within the clouds, forming them into spikes of ice, dozens of feet long and weighing hundreds of tons. They were surrounded by smaller droplets, and she gathered her power to a tapering point.

She sang and others answered her call, her dirge.


"Your brother is dead." Mama Mathers smiled as Elijah stared at his mother in surprise before he seemed to steel himself.

"Dead?" He asked, likely surprised though not by much. Elisha had too much of his father in him, more of the fiery temper that lost him favor with her.

"I'm cut off in a way only supplied by death, and we have no agents to confirm any trickery in Boston." Valefor nodded. "Our attempt to acquire Labyrinth was an abject failure and we lost Seir."

Elijah flinched. Seir was one of their oldest, one of the old guards of the Fallen. His loss was a significant setback, especially if any of his secrets had been ferreted out…

She felt her temper flare, and kept it from leaking into her hundreds of connections. Her Fallen, her family were at high alert, spread out as needed for their guard duty. She doubted anyone was stupid enough to attack, they would face her power if they tried. The children were in their rooms where they belonged, and where they would remain until the time came.

Their breeding stock was under double guard, it wouldn't be responsible to lose valuable people and capes. Guns, grenades, and capes were all ready. She knew the group responsible, but not their faces with her own power. It was the last words of her son, of why she couldn't see her.

There was only one who fit the description, Sunrise Diamond. A Master/Trump with unstated powers. The slut would pay for killing her son, and she'd be put to work pumping out kids with powers like hers. She would not run from the enemy.

She extended her senses to the outer guards and it was then that she noticed something very wrong. There was a storm overhead, and the rain was coming down as sharp flecks of sharpened ic—

It was a sound beyond description, the sound of steel and concrete being shredded apart by a barrage of ice and water. It was a song, it was a scream, like the Simurgh had come down to Earth once more, it was a deluge like the Leviathan himself, it was a shredding burst of lightning and energy like Behemoth was shaking the land.

She warned her guards, and one by one they vanished from her senses, ripped away by the swaying song. She looked around herself, and Elijah was already prepared to defend her as was Amaymon. She felt her awareness shrink further and further, and her connection with the both of them shattered like glass.

Valefor noticed, and there was a hint of fear she knew she couldn't punish him for. The guards moved, and then screamed as one of the people in the room…was obviously not one of them. A thin woman with a pointed nose in a dark striped crop top, she lowered her sunglasses to stare right into Valefor's eyes.

"Stop. Kill yourself!" He barked, and he stepped back when it didn't work. She did the same, his power didn't work.

"No. I don't think I will." She flicked out her fangs and out came a mournful song, a warsong loud and clear. A declaration of victory. The sound of bullets, the sound of knives carving through air and flesh. More songs answered her from the sky, from the ground and the waters.

She extended her senses to those who remained in her power, even those of the children. She felt terror.

They came from the earth, stone turning to liquid, blocky soldiers screaming rage and fire and cannon blasts, they charged head on, long haired berserkers moving with speed beyond any cape they had. They came from the sky, clouds revealed to be drones of metal and crystal, swirling orbs in the hundreds and thousands. Led by colorful hive leaders, green and white and black, eyes gleaming in the night, fangs shining in the spotlight of their base.

They came from the waters, led by a being with slightly translucent skin, like water shaped into an alien depiction of a woman. One eye, and watery hair tied back in a bun. She sang her own song, invoking a primal terror of the ocean.

It was a chorus, and she was blind, catching only a terrifying flash of a vast landscape of red crystal, a sea crushing mountains, burning as the sky broke, as it screamed and her power died.

The first battle had begun, an unseen war, and Christine Mathers didn't move an inch. Not even an inch as her son had a spear stabbed into his arm, as her soldiers were knocked aside by casual backhanded slaps from a thin woman with an infuriating smirk.

Christine Mathers didn't move, she was like a statue as her fiefdom was swept aside like dust in the wind.
 
Scintillation 4.8
Author's Note: I've caught SV up with A03, which means an interlude tomorrow and Arc 5 a few days after that. Enjoy. Also, I probably should have split this chapter in two. Oh well.


Scintillation 4.8

It had been a few days after we had brought down one of the sons of Mama Mathers. As well as since I had broken her connection with him like a twig, shards had incredible power over the mind but even they yielded to Diamond. He was under arrest, and his mental manipulation and fire powers were both known to the PRT.

Not like we could keep him, I mean we could but we didn't want to. Also Rachel's stunt with bringing down his Blasto-created minions had put her in the good graces of the PRT. She was down to community service and parole rather than say jail time for property damage and assault. Probably would have been more difficult if her foster mother was dead, though being crippled was…well is still really fucked up.

It was mildly disturbing how willing the PRT was to look past crimes to get people with powers on their side. Disturbing and frankly kind of sad.

We had three Sapphires using their future vision to narrow down the location of the Mathers compound as well as possible secondary locations.

They said it was unlikely the Mathers branch had moved away yet, since my breaking of the connection had been…not subtle so much as them thinking they were dead. Which was a good thing for the case of not getting them broken out of prison.

It didn't matter though, removing the Fallen from play was likely for the best. Though I had been out of the loop for a few days.

And it was a good way to train the soldiers on how to fight on Earth Bet, it was a more subtle affair than the open warfare of the War of the Black Wyrm. We couldn't just go in, not without figuring out where the hell Scion's true body was.

And more specifically where his core shards were, the parts that held his central personality and ancestral memory. As well as finding a way to avoid the dozens of shards used to manage the network, the control and command shards responsible for setting the rules of Triggers, of budding and growth, and network data exchange.

There were billions of shards to subvert, though it wasn't as bad as it would be with say Abbadon. The average size of a Zion and Eden shard was a lot smaller than that of the Loner. Though the fractal nature of shards made it difficult to quantify. Gems labeled it as a more 'fuzzy' cluster of little shards working as a single unit and entity-group.

They guessed there should be about four hundred trillion shards for each entity in the pair. Though recent checks found…that most of the shards still landing had just up and vanished, sometime in the last six years. There were in total about forty billion shards, adding up to just under forty three Jupiter masses worth of shards in the network.

Of course, unlike the shards attacking the galaxies, they had access to a far smaller amount of energy, and could only defend themselves so much.

And Shardspace hacking was a common capability among most of the major powers of the galaxy. Everything from curses to plain broadcasting of garbage data, essentially a weaponized version of what had been done in Ward.

Out of millions of shards, only a few tens of thousands were a real threat and that was because they had become wandering monsters, blowing up a handful of planets to gain energy and continued to try and gather data themselves out of desperation.

These rogue shards were the main enemy, especially when they started the selection process for new leaders. Or when they became corrupted from the imprints and defective copies of Gems in their shard data. Their whole fractal nature turned Corruption into the most dangerous memetic virus the Entities would ever see.

All Gems had to do was to be mentally stable, not get corruption beamed, and not fuse with Corrupted Gems. But shards were all about mixing and exchanging parts, and not spreading the corruption was effectively impossible when even the tiniest stray fleck could and would bring the Dreaming Death.

The worst of the group were those with the remaining Hub of Abaddon, though his network had long since collapsed. The landed shards were flailing things, with a handful so mentally shifted they became the basis for Shard based hardware advances.

That didn't matter right now, no instead the progress on the colony was more relevant. Terraforming was past the first stage, and while the membrane remained that was more for regulating temperature, and for anchoring of spires and buildings. They expected that the capital of Caldera would be done in another month or two.

Which was both amazing and kind of scary to finish a metropolitan area some eighteen thousand square kilometers in size. Now I knew there was more to it than that, I think there was an operation against—

"Mama Mathers has been defeated!" Flowers shouted as she kicked down the door, and I stared. The fuck?

"How?"

"We used a Roaming Eye with sufficient ECM countermeasures to ignore her power and invaded their facility." I stared.

"They killed them?" To be frank I didn't actually care but I doubt everyone there was evil.

"More specifically we went after every cape with written kill orders," there was a hint of distaste. "You did order us to be more proactive after all, and the core of the Mathers…" she shivered, a haunted look in her eye.

So technically it was my fault a number of people were(might be?) dead? I tried to dredge up some level of empathy, and it was…sad, a pointless waste of life, with their power they could have done other things.

But they didn't, and now the Mathers compound was gone, an entire branch collapsed with a single operation.

"And their victims, the people they've brainwashed and victimized?"

"We acquired immediate assistance from Haven and facilitated their transportation due to the reduced chance of Fallen moles." She answered. "We've located Christine Mathers' shard and the shards of the other elders, and cut them off from it."

Oh, okay she's not dead and the other Fallen are physically intact. "So she's alive?" I questioned her.

She grimaced. "Mostly, a precognitive cape almost killed her and several other leaders before we could stop her. She had been enslaved and well…snapped for lack of better words. She broke down afterwards and will likely require intensive care for her mental trauma."

Oh.

"And her shard?"

"We deployed a Solar Flare Cannon, and detonated the shard in several dimensions." I flinched, the Solar Flare Cannon was the most powerful weapon the Gem Empire had on hand. They were bulky but relatively cheap monstrosities of steel and chroma and crystal. The original model was used to reshape Asia, a continent busting beam.

The newer models were capable of blowing up the moon, so while they weren't quite as powerful as an Incursean Conquest Beam, they could be built on an assembly line in comparison. The frog-aliens had only a handful of the things, and they were expensive as hell.

The Gem Empire had at least one Solar Flare Cannon planned for every colony in the Empire. Which collectively added up to enough firepower to destroy every shard on the Earths in one or two dozen volleys.

By sheer mass, about ten bursts would be needed…but shards were tougher than raw mass suggested. More was almost certainly the case, and their billions of powers made things trickier.

There was a reason they were going with subversion through channels of magic the shards didn't know about yet. In fact their opening energy bombardments were primarily for distraction from the bigger issues. Plus there was the issue of moving a hundred thousand billion ton guns across the galaxy.

At least their ships were insanely tough, with their modern scout ships being at least ten times more capable in every aspect than the Handship. And the Diamond flagships were even more so after they had figured out how to interweave actual Taydenite into Gem crystal armors and structural alloys.

Plus they can shapeshift too, which is just bullshit. I had even found a clip of a flagship dragging a shard right into a black hole which luckily existed in hundreds of very similar dimensions. The shard was of course destroyed, with a final energy burst confirming the kill.

Apparently Diamond flagships were expensive and hard to construct, being the best of the best but pulled back a notch from dangerously experimental. Nothing short of an energy blast capable of wiping a continent from existence would break through the defenses, a mix of chroma, refined crystals and metals, Taydenite, a powerful energy shield based on Gem light projections, and some type of structural integrity field.

Okay anyway. "Is there anything else you wanted to tell me about Flowers?" The pretty

"Oh uhh…" Flowers opened her mouth and she stepped aside for… Steven.

"Hello again." I chirped aloud in greeting as I looked up to meet Steven's eyes. "Is this about the incident with the Fallen or…?"

"It's about the colony actually."

"Oh."

"Let's take a walk."

"It's a nice ecumenopolis, I didn't expect so much plant life though." He commented. "You seemed more the industrial, science type of colony." His smile was wide and warm.

I sat down on the bench, rolling my shoulders. "I don't hate nature, and I don't want an ugly city. Plus I've always been interested in the ecosystem, even if from a distance." Plus my power was Life itself, kind of couldn't run away from that.

Steven nodded. "I've had to answer a lot of your questions on the biology of alien species." His song lifted with bemusement.

"Heh. Sorry." I rubbed the back of my neck. "So you mentioned I can select some of the starter species?"

"We've got a number of basal species already, liverworts, algae, moss, along with microscopic things like bacteria, nematodes." He pointed out the organisms that had been reproducing at an exponential rate since the colony was suitable for them.

"We need ground cover plants right? Things like angelina, thymes, maybe hemp?" I replied back, looking at the small garden built to give me a hands-on look at new Gem crops. "Or even Arctic-derived grasses? They seem resilient enough." The modified grass was a light red-pink color, inundated and mutated by ichor and magic. "Elodea for the lakes?"

"You've done your research. Good job." I blushed, not sure how to take the compliment. "Since the aquatic stage is nearly done, that means you can start the selection process for higher animals."

"Crabs, giant land crabs." He tilted his head, and I could read his aura projection of affection and amusement. "We managed to retrieve some files belonging to the Crowl's makers, large crab-derived herbivores." With an internal skeleton, and a different type of piecemeal exoskeleton. "I thought they were cool, and they had a nice shade of red and pink." As well as efficient digestion and respiration. "There's the garden fish too, the modified platies, swordtails, guppies and mollies." Heavily modified in fact, infused with magic like the plants.

"We've got other choices too, our contact with the Boiling Isles and Amphibia gave us a lot of ideas on infusing magic into organic life." That probably involves obtaining DNA from native life like the witches, and certain monsters and beasts. "Once there's enough ambient magic, we can start a self sustaining loop for Gem production, since magic can be used to generate mass." I nodded, glancing at some of the choices.

They were gem cultivated organic crops fused biologically with Petropian mineral symbionts and Demon Realm plants. Orytko plants shined with the luster of metals and crystal ore, created by processes of magic and light processing organs. They were fairly new however, but their existence meant a colony could be used effectively indefinitely as long as we drained the planet within safe limits.

"Chocopedes." Was my first Diamond order. "Realm Phantasia Griffin." Was the official name for the planet of the Demon Realm of Earth Wicce. Of the world of the Owl House.

There was some visible concern on Steven's face. "Don't those breath spiders? "

I scratched my chin. "Your point being?"

"Alright then, fair enough." I thought he would object more, but then again he was used to weirdness by now. "While we're not planting many trees yet, do you have any preferences?"

"Pines. Preferable northern species or resilient supernatural ones. Ones from Gravity Falls stock even. Bamboo too, I just like it." I smiled easily. "Maybe some of the Gem cultivated coconut palms, date palm, or olea europaea. Or besides trees, sunflowers, maybe some red variants, a couple hundred species of clover."

There would need to be smaller animals to eat them. Springtails, woodlice, ants, aphids, millipedes, ladybird beetles, burying beetles, crickets, crayfish and shrimp, copepods. Lots and lots of crabs, thousands of mite species. Snails, including the domestic giant snails of Amphibia…and…

I turned a shade of red, chirping in embarrassment when Steven ruffled my hair, his laugh sounding for god like piano riffs and chip tunes.

"H-Hey! I'm not a little kid." I threw off his soft hands, rolling clicks of protest in my throat.

"I've got a decade on you, and including the memories of my Gem…about four and a half million as my mom." I snapped my mouth shut, grinding my fangs. "And don't get me started on the backlog of files from where her gem first formed."

Indeed, the Pink Diamond was a song some four hundred and fifty million years long. It was only her mind that was now gone, her memories, they were there, hidden enough to let him grow an identity of his own.

But the memories had changed him nonetheless.

"Still, don't." It was an affectionate gesture but… "Find some other way to express affection." He smiled but I knew he was going to listen. Steven was considerate like that. "We're close to getting the numbers for a standard colony expedition aren't we?"

Steven offered a seat, a metal bench. I sat down, hands touching my bare knees. He did the same.

"Is that what you want to talk about right now?" There was something in his expression and voice, searching for something on my own.

"No."

"Then what do you want to talk about?"

I breathed. "At home, I talk to my family every other day. They've told us about strange things in the sky and caught on telescopes and observatories. I got them a care package, healing ichor to clear out some disease." They had gotten sick from the food at a party, not my dad of course, since they're divorced and this was a party at my mom's sister's place.

"You're wondering when we're going to establish contact with your Earth? When are we going to place it under our protection?"

"It's my home," I croaked. "They have no experience, no ability to defend themselves from what might be coming." Only the very weakest of capes could be considered harmless. Stars forbid any of the real powerful capes gain a foothold.

You'd only need one to destroy the world, a super-plague from Bonesaw, a fragment of the Machine Army, or a crack opening up the world to Nilbog. Or worse of all, Sleeper with his bullshit power. He was more than capable of subsuming the planet.

From what I had looked up, Sleeper was surrounded by a manifestation of a storm of multicolored light, with a horrifying reality warping nature. Something like the Shimmer or the Color Out of Space, perception becomes reality, matter is consumed and shifted and changed, reality warping on a scale that made Labyrinth look like the kid she was.

Only powers more durable than Alexandria, powerful Changers and special brains can keep the subsumption effect from consuming them. Thankfully I had all three of those. I was just missing an absolute annihilation power to destroy his power.

"What did you have in mind?" I straightened up, feeling good that he was taking my concerns seriously.

"I'd like to make my Earth a protectorate of the Empire." His crosshairs shifted their focus to me.

"Are you sure about that?" I nodded, it was a serious order.

The Gem Empire had a familial take to their charges, to any species willing to fall under the aegis of the Gem species. Most species weren't independent, simply partaking within the governments of the vast stellar nation created by the Diamonds. A protectorate was a little different, it was more declaring a world under their protection but not under their rule and full authority.

They would offer them other things of course with suitable negotiation and time. And they could evolve into a true colony of the Gem Empire in time. Steven's Earth falls under a grey area between the two states. The planet was nominally his, but he only controlled Gem areas and little else.

Especially with the growth of potential metahumans, about forty million in total. Of course that didn't mean much when most didn't have the need to use their powers in the way shard-hosts did. Yet when they had beings like the Flash, like Wonderwoman, and more…

But their own…hero community was relatively small, larger than say Aleph with a couple hundred and smaller than Bet's tens of thousands of heroes. The difference was largely in power, a higher concentration of high scale superhumans. I had looked up the roster, and found that there was a dark knight in Gotham, there had been a mysterious superman in Metropolis.

Multiple cities existed which didn't exist in my world, with the biggest surprise being Brockton Bay where Portsmouth would be on my Earth. They had their own superheroes too, like Professor Threshold. He was an expert on interdimensional technology and built sophisticated technology to help society and to help others fight crime.

I'm 90% Professor Haywire(who was still alive by the way) was a version of him, or Threshold was a version of him? I don't know, this was all weird to me. Which meant Earth 460'/ was a more direct alternate of Bet, closer to them than my world was.

I breathed out. "I am. My world isn't perfect…and maybe your people can make it a little better where I can't." I was one being, even if I was a Diamond. "Especially with the pandemic, with the wars and destruction and…it would be nice you know?"

He seemed so very understanding. "Heh…you've got a bigger heart than you think you do. There's nothing to worry about either, we've already sent a diplomat to make contact with Earth Mundanus."

I relaxed. "Good. Good. It's nice to think my world is going to be safer." It relieved some deep anxiety, a protective instinct I needed to alleviate for my own sake, for their sake. "What are the plans on that though?"

"We've already seeded precaution-weapons across the galaxy, they self-replicate in the space between stars so…"

"So they should be protecting the entire galaxy now."

Steven breathes a heavy song. "We're also planning a few colonies, we don't have many in other dimensions but it'll give them people to talk to in the galaxy."

"Maybe help with colonizing Mars?" I wiggled my eyebrows, I had some bias here after all. "Or get them talking with your Earth or any of the other Earths on the network." There were a couple at least, and some tech advances could easily cause breakthroughs in my world.

"There's a few groups who work well with technology transfer like S.T.A.R Labs or even Wayne Industries." I felt my face turn nervous. "Or would that weird out people? Getting help from fictional companies?"

"Ooo. You really wanted to jump into that can of worms didn't you?" I winced at the mere thought.

"About the part where your world knows us as fictional characters?" I opened and closed my mouth. "It's not the first time." I tried to make words but couldn't. "There's DC comics on Earth Wicce, so we know stuff like that happens. The multiverse is a big place. There's a version of Earth that Professor Pines went to where I'm fictional."

The one where Stanford is successful and stuff?

"That's still super weird isn't it?" I asked carefully, unsure how to take his stepford smile.

"Incredibly so." Oh man I kind of feel bad now, this must be all super odd and freaky.

I patted his shoulder. "There. There." I said mechanically, trying and maybe failing to comfort him.

He snorted. "Nice try. But I'm fine, mostly anyway."

I stood up. "Then let's get back to it, old timer. I've got my eye on some more plants." I whistled a tune.

"Don't make me whip out my cane." He shook his fist as we took a walk.

We spent the next hour perusing the future of my colony. It was a nice time.

I examined a Shard-stone, tilting my head at the fragment of semi-organic crystal. It was a hybrid of reverse engineered shard flesh and forms of Gem computer networks, and the intelligence networks of other crystalline species.

Entities were made of a unique crystal, phasing into higher realities. Mostly silicon/carbon based, their memory was holographic, memory encoded into folded up energy fields. They did have more exotic components, various types of stable exotic matter and particles used to improve the efficiency of their reality alteration.

Though I noted a trace amount of tantalum, titanium, rare earth minerals, stabilized moscovium, iridium, iron, and other elements. The crystals were programmable nano/picotech. The higher energies and particles they were infused with were used to warp space and time and thus to shift between dimensions as easy as flipping a book.

Shard-stones were reverse engineered from such mixing of biology and technology, using remnants of that strange astral entity given life by subtle energies, and their own computer and crystal machinery. They weren't shards so much as Gemtech channeling the subtle energies the shards use, and then programming them with powers.

The issue was that creating it was a difficult process prone to faults and defects, it took time to meld magic with the alternate source of reality warping energy that the Entities had access to. Most of it has been confined to use as specialized components in dimensional technology. Like a chip accelerator kind of thing.

Sort of, I wasn't an expert.

From what I can tell their breakthrough was in the last year or so, they modified the nanite fluid in Flask Robonoids, allowing them to create Shard-stones on an industrial scale. The nanite fluid had become multidimensional, a sort of hybrid of shard and Gem.

Kind of, not really. But good enough for what I knew. They were basically shards and could probably be grown to the same scale, but they operated using Gem AI instead of shard intelligence.

Most subverted shards were damaged, and a control circuit using stadium sized samples of Shard-stones was put in place. Making them compatible with Gems was another improvement.

I activated the Shard-stone, and it floated in midair. All of them shared a number of waste powers. Insulation from space, though Gem technology had that as a matter of course. They had energy storage and generation storage, again Gem stuff. Communication between realities, and energy and matter transference was another thing of course, analysis and storage of data from brains. And biology with our ridiculously elaborate scanners.

I floated a few pieces, assembling a Robonoid with the Shard-stone as a core processor. I added several projectors, chewing on my lip. I opened a few files, and found a few power profiles.

We had taken a deep scan of Tripper's power nullification orb. It was a projection of unique hyper-frequencies that disrupted powers, distorting the dimensional links and shutting them down for several seconds. Based on what we had checked, the power could be boosted to last days or weeks but was limited to a matter of seconds.

The Robonoid was a simple thing, a red orb with eight limbs, sort of like floating fingers. Or like the legs of a spider. I opened the power profile, and it generated a ball of the specific disruptive frequencies.

"Shut off the power disruption ball." I commanded and the robot did as I asked, I whispered a song and it followed like a lost puppy.

I opened the door to my little lab, and it was lit on the front lobby-living room of the Home Temple. I should really think up a better name.

Faultline was lounging like a cat, yawning as she read up for one of her college classes. From the looks of it.

"What do you want now?" She was a bit of a grump even without her power prodding her brain.

I grinned from ear to ear. "So. We got a nice long scan of Tripper's power, and thought…"

"Just do your experimentation already, I wasn't using my power anyway."

"~Thank you Faultline~" I sang my thanks. She rolled her eyes. The robot sent out a ball of power disruption, shutting off her power.

"Thank me, by working on your end of the bargain." She pointed out, eyes narrowed.

"We already have people working on the task of shifting Newter and Gregor to a more human baseline."

"And I imagine you're working on how to present what you know about the origin of the Case 53s as well? Well, one of your people anyways."

"That obvious?" She snorted though there was no mirth in it. "I suspect the whole global coverage across multiple dimensions and intensive knowledge about the going ons kind of spoiled it?"

"I don't know why you're so reluctant, but I've heard rumors, rumors of what happens to people who dig too deep." There was a scowl on her face. "And to be honest…I don't expect it to come from your mouth. We might be around the same age but I have more life experience."

"You're not wrong, I have a tendency to put my foot in my mouth." I shook my head. "We will tell you, we just want to be careful for the sake of your lives." She nodded, almost understanding.

There was a call.

"Hello?

"…"

"Really? Do I have to go?"

"…"

"Damn it."

I inspected my nails as I sat in a PRT waiting room with Olly, they had questions to ask after what had gone down with the Fallen, how we had devastated an entire branch and revealed their dirty secrets with both Haven and the Protectorate diving into the feast. Same outfit(and form) as I had taken during the operation. I waited patiently, flicking my fangs in a nervous fashion.

The Director was a researcher, not so much for PR and politics like say Piggot. But they were different people with different priorities and goals. At least it wasn't Director West or some of the more militant ones, I heard rumors about people like them. I wasn't afraid of them though, but I wasn't going to let arrogance blind me either.

They might not be able to kill me from what I had picked up on Diamond durability but hurting me was another thing entirely with the sheer range of powers. And I would rather not end up doing something stupid because I was needlessly arrogant.

While I was waiting I pulled up a few files, data taken on Citrine's power and its ability to tweak physics. The Entities had vast knowledge of the function of higher realities, using the energies in those dimensions to alter physics. Her power was the projection of strange energies to attune the world around her.

It was related to Stilling, though technically all powers attuned reality using higher dimensional waves and frequencies. They simply specialized towards altering physics in their own way, while Stilling was much larger and able to manipulate a far greater range as a toolkit shard.

"Sunrise Diamond? O-Olly?" A voice called out. I blinked away the files, and looked around. The woman who called my name was dressed business casual, a white button up house with a grey skirt and low-heeled pumps.

"Yes?" I said whine Olly looked up from a tablet-like device.'

"The Director is ready to see you now."

We moved quickly through the halls, the woman leading Olly and I. Not that we couldn't find our way, it wouldn't be difficult. But going in without an escort probably wasn't a good idea. For either of us really. After an elevator ride and another hallway or two we were at the door, the secretary woman leaving us alone.

I stepped forward to knock, and the door was opened to reveal Bastion. He gestured and I rolled my eyes, entering the room. The door locked behind us, and there was a sudden field, a privacy shield I guessed. Director Armstrong was more or less what I expected, older, overweight, African American. Pretty short too, though still taller than I am.

"Sunrise Diamond. You were listed as the nominal leader of Atlas." Oh goddamn it, really? "We have a few questions for your organization, and some of your correspondents said there were topics left to reveal. They've already spoken to us on the destruction of the Mathers branch." I felt my eyebrows twitch. There was skepticism in his tone.

"Perhaps it would be more accurate to say she's one of the leaders, though still inexperienced. That's why I'm here." Olly explained where I couldn't or didn't feel like it.

"Of course." Would sending a new leader be considered a slight? Or were they going to take it as something else entirely. "I understand the information you mentioned is sensitive, this room is within a faraday cage, regularly scanned for listening devices and has a specialized privacy shield within the room. It's as secure as we can manage." Olly raised an eyebrow.

"Good enough…for humans anyway." Olly snorted at the concerned looks the people in the room gave her. Bastion, Challenger, with the Auditor in another room, with Armstrong right in front of us. He also had paper so it was secure enough.

"Human?" He questioned.

"We've mentioned not being from this dimension already, but I'm sure you've noted we left out a fair number of details." I spoke up and gestured to Olly.

She extended four rods that self-assembled into holographic conduits.

"Yes. For example our arrival was only partially accidental, the targeting was just off." The screen expanded to reveal live images of Mars, taken by the numerous Gem satellites in orbit of the planet. "We came to this reality through devices of our own creation." Armstrong stiffened, as did the other capes. "Gems were never human to begin with, and in fact originate from outside this galaxy." The screen became three dimensional, forming a map of galaxies, pointing to a dwarf one.

"Based on the positioning…the Canis Major dwarf galaxy?" Director Armstrong raised an eyebrow. Bastion coughed, almost embarrassed. "I have an interest in astronomy, though it looks…"

"Different? That's normal, our existence shifted the positioning of quite a few galaxies as did…other entities." She waved off their disturbed looks. "Regardless, Homeworld resides in what our universe calls the Adamant galaxy." She projected an image of Homeworld in comparison to Earth. "A hot, large planet some seven times more massive than your home planet. The Diamonds emerged from the planet, digging their way out from the planet's core." The image shifted to the core, deep tunnels scattered across the world.

First White, emerging as a radiant figure, then Yellow, then Blue, and much later came Pink. The government people glanced at me, at my gem. I shook my head, mouthing no.

"I won't bore you with the half million year history of Gems," Armstrong was slightly pale. "Thousands of years ago, Gems sought to colonize Earth for its plentiful resources, from diverse mineralogical deposits to regions rich in ambient metaphysical energy. In the process we changed the course of history, and the very face of the planet." She showed the differences between Bet and 460'/.

"You're aliens, actual aliens." Armstrong sounded reasonably skeptical.

"May I continue storytime?" I asked Olly and she acceded to it. "Yes. Of course colonization of Earth failed because one element of Homeworld's leadership objected to the extinction of humanity and life on Earth. Pink Diamond disguised herself as the legendary Rose Quartz and began a thousand year war of rebellion." I gestured to Pink Diamond becoming Rose Quartz, of the war, of its end. "The war ended with most of the rebellion destroyed or…damaged and the Earth was abandoned. Eventually the two sides reconciled with the help of Rose Quartz's hybrid son, leading to a time of prosperity and greater diplomatic exchange with the galaxies."

"When was this…reconciliation?"

"About seventeen years ago, the original war itself was about five thousand years ago," I brushed my song along the air, softening my words "Humanity has benefited from the change of heart of the Gem Empire, and has developed significantly. They've got a few colonies of their own."

Armstrong leaned back, pensive. "This is a lot of new information." Armstrong was careful to keep us in sight. "Assuming this is the truth, why tell us now?"

"Besides the fact you've already seen our influence, including the Roaming Eye we parked a hundred kilometers up to help destroy the Fallen?" Olly brought attention to what they should already know. It wasn't exactly subtle. "For one thing, it gives our action greater weight. For another, it doesn't really change our plans if people know or not. Even if buried in classified files."

"And you have unilateral access to our reality with these devices?"

"Technically anyone with access to a dimensional science focused laboratory can travel to this universe. It was humans who built the first portals to other universes." Ignoring the Null Void.

"And it's not tinkertech?" Bastion added his questions.

"It's perfectly understandable if you take the appropriate classes in multidimensional paradigm theory. Humans alone have tens of thousands of students and masters in the field." Olly was wearing a placid smile. "Of course for your world that would take years of study."

"This is officially above any of our paygrades." Armstrong declared, his face blank of any emotion. "How effective is your dimensional transport technology?"

"I've got a dimension hopping device on me at this instant." I opened up, keeping a good eye on their expressions. "Devices can be anywhere from handheld to large enough to transport small fleets."

"Are there more Gems on the way?"

"Yes."

"How many?" He said, looking more and more nervous.

"On Earth, you shouldn't expect more than a few hundred Gems for long term habitation. For Mars on the other hand…a hundred thousand?" They were rough estimates.

"A hundred thousand. All of them with powers?"

Meh, it wasn't that impressive. "It's a standard number for colonization missions."

"I imagine you realize this sounds like the prelude of an alien invasion."

I rolled my eyes at Armstrong's comment, though he didn't see it. "If we wanted to invade we would have sent in all the Gems towards Earth Bet instead of Mars. Plus most of our resources are being dedicated toward a different front than what's effectively a backwater corner world."

Armstrong blinked. "Backwater?"

"Six billion is less than the eight billion of Earth 460'/, which has an alliance with multiple alternate Earths, and pales in comparison to hundreds of alien empires." Some had hundreds of billions of people to over a trillion within their boundaries.

"Exactly how many Gems are out there?" Challenger was looking less jovial.

Olly tilted her head. "On our Earth there are maybe two million Gems, though they don't really rule the planet. It's more a protected state, a protectorate if you would. If you mean in total? Last census established a population of three hundred forty trillion Gems across 170,000 colonies."

The Director swallowed. "I would still like more evidence, I don't want to insult you but many capes can be…odd about what they believe." Delusional is what he means.

"You should be receiving multiple separate pieces of evidence in the next ten seconds." I was puzzled at the surety of Olly. "Though you need to check on that outside this room."

Armstrong had the look of someone who swallowed a raw egg. "Moving on. The leaders of Homeworld, the Diamonds…what's so important about them?" He sounded more curious, scientific inquiry lined along his aura.

I straightened my posture and squared my shoulders. "Diamonds are the first Gems, it's from their power that every Gem in existence came to be."

"Their power?"

"Gems might look almost human, but they don't work or completely think like humans." I informed them, poking at my head for emphasis. "For example, you've taken scans of Gems right? Anything you'd like to add?" I waved my arm at Challenger.

"Your Breaker state…Gems seem to be made out of light combined with some other substance my sensors can't make heads or tails out of."

Olly seemed pleased. "Yep. Most Gems are projections of conscious light from our Gems, like a hologram with mass. We have more in common with your computers than organics, and possess any number of reality warping powers." She floated some tinfoil to demonstrate.

"It wouldn't be wrong to state that Gems are AI, gemstones given life by the Diamonds. A sort of hive queen kind of thing. We produce a sort of substance that's then mixed with minerals in the soil and energy from the planet to produce Gems."

"And you're one of those Diamonds, what is a big shot like you doing here then?" Challenger didn't seem to be so nervous anymore.

"I mentioned that this isn't our destination right? Plus I'm new. I'm still learning the ropes."

"Why our Mars then? If you can traverse realities like you said. You have a wide number of worlds to choose from." Armstrong clasped his hands together, eyes narrowed.

"We mentioned most of the Empire is caught up in something else," I continued the exposition. "There's currently a transuniversal and intergalactic war going on, and we've traced that the main force responsible may have an offshoot in your reality."

"Can you elaborate?"

"No. Not in a fully satisfactory manner, and not without bringing attention that could kill us all." I replied honestly, and there was a second paling from Armstrong.

"What can you tell us?" He asked more seriously, expression grave.

"Four years ago, a creature revealed itself to the galaxy, it has many names as does the rest of its kind. Let us call them…Void Ophidians for now, some of their titles are too on the nose." Olly was the one explaining. "Void Ophidians are vast world destroyers, with a wide number of powers. They are an exponential threat responsible for destroying thousands of worlds, capable of traversing between dimensions and across space."

"And you say one of those things may be here? And you can't give us any more detail?"

"If I do, only Sunrise Diamond will survive."

There was a silence in the room, awkward and cold.

"So, thoughts?" Kamil asked as went through his coded notes that he would later be presenting to the chief director.

"I'd say we were being made fun of, but they definitely believe what they're saying." Marion prodded her weapon, frowning. "That or they're delusional, but I have a funny feeling that they're not lying. They don't sound or act crazy besides being a little weird."

Bastion tapped his hand on the desk. "Despite my…reservations, I don't disagree with Challenger."

They had turned off the privacy shield to allow signals to go through, and Kamil received an alert from his computer. An avatar formed, revealing Dragon.

"Dragon?" Armstrong was a little surprised, not expecting her call. The two capes behind him locked eyes, a silent conversation passing.

"Director Armstrong? There appears to be a message for you." His eyes widened as she brought up several signals. "Some type of focused electromagnetic signal was caught by my receivers, they were pinpointed from several places in the solar system. They arrived at roughly the same time."

"R-Radio signals you said?" His voice didn't hitch, anyone who said it did was lying. "From where exactly?"

"We've confirmed signals from the Moon, Mars, Venus, Mercury, Jupiter and Saturn."

"What did they say?"

There was a moment of hesitation from Dragon.

"…One small step for man."

Armstrong sighed.

I opened my eyes, looking at a scene I didn't understand. I was in space, staring up at a distant explosion. It was vast and multitudinous, extending in countless infinite dimensions. A boundless light wrapping and warping around a dark core, a hole in the universe, a holographic surface of nothingness.

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There were voices.
There were voices.

"This w*** k** us **u **********?" I didn't get more than snippets. Fragment of thought and language.

"**r f*****. Th* S******** w*** tr***** t** G******. The F**** ***** will ****."

The scene cut away like a scratched record or a damaged tape, static and tears wearing down the scene, the memory, the tale.

I looked at a star, a massive bloated sphere in white, lighting with majesty and power. A moment later, a vast wave came, resembling multicolored bright fluid despite being energy surging into the structure of space and time itself. It compressed into a spear, slamming into the star.

And with that energy, that seed of magic, the star died. It exploded, compressed into a single point, solar energy fueling esoteric processes, catalyzing magic on a scale unseen. The shift was flipped through, scenes turned like pages. Instead I saw something else instead.

I was elsewhere. Like my own memory, buried deep down within me. A huge creature filled my vision.

It was hard to say how I even knew this was one creature when each drop of its blood was a creature of its own. Each of them existed in multiple alternate spaces at once, reflections, paired across space and time. Shifting between one another as needed to exist, differing in how they interacted with the worlds and how many they interacted with. Unfolding and folding across many dimensions, interacting with one another, broadcasting with one another in concepts and alien tongues. Living hypercubes, but not four dimensional, it was more, beyond seven, beyond eleven.

They were alive, each and every one of them. Life forms of great scope and scale, with no relation to conventional biology. Organs were simultaneously limbs, and exteriors and eyes and teeth and mitochondrial centers of power. An aspect of the entity manifested in crystal flesh and bone. It didn't help that the creature was so large, larger than a moon, larger than a planet, larger than our own sun. Moving in and between dimensions with the ease of walking between rooms.

The loner moved to a synchronized beat, heavy with knowledge and pieces. Each revolution brought the organs further and further apart. Innumerable motes drifted from its body as it parted into four lines of aster bodies. Trails of tissue and foreign energies and powers. The leading edge of the creature divided into four broke up, and they communicated, signaled, and exchanged data. Messages with the force of stellar novas. One word, one idea, every core mote sharing at once.

Destination. Agreement. Trajectory. Agreement.

They would reunite one day, fuse into a single creature, one greater and grander than the last. Heavy with the potential of an unsuspecting galaxy.

The leading edges continued onwards, past an unseen barrier colored with flickers of symbols, messages I didn't comprehend even now. The lines of motes shifted from the plan of the forward-seeing eyes of the loner. An uncontrolled trajectory, the motes flailing, wailing, colliding.

I remember this.
I remember this.

Half the motes fell one way in a cacophonous leap of terror, and the motes grew more detailed, obsidian structures spinning out of control. Some were puny, the size of cars and buildings, others were large in the way mountains were, large in the way continents were, large in the way planets were.

Within them, something grew like a parasite in the flesh of the godling seeds. It was raw, uncontrolled, hungry, tasting of the energies with a profound need. The motes died, consumed. Their flesh was every bit as energetic and hot as a star, and thus every bit as delectable.

A hidden seed of magic and divinity, a poison, a venomous seed to kill even gods, fed off the entity in droves, first hundreds, then thousands and millions and billions were consumed and crushed down to atoms, down to pure energy. They broke up into smaller shards to flee, but it only weakened them.

A hundred billion pieces dead and gone, swirling down into a fragment of warped hyper-compressed carbon, singing a weak call, a call that was heard.

A ship came, like the image of a whale, the image of dragons and manta rays and serpent gods. With it there was the song, an orchestra so enormous it was like a trillion voices speaking in unison. The song came and whirled around me, curling with pulses of life and power and magic.

It radiated, colored me, shaped my song, and the void was replaced by the burning core of a sun, deepening pink into light red with the raging scream of a red giant. I ate of the stellar matter and energy, bringing down more and more of the force that composed magic itself.

There was a bright light and everything was—

I channel surfed, receiving signals from Steven's Earth, some were familiar, others were not. Disney existed, but some shows didn't exist, Cartoon Network existed but was called the Cartoon Channel. Amphibia was replaced by Reptilia, and Owl House by Raven House…not subtle, not at all.

My heart was still racing, at the clear memories, something strange and alien, my gem ringing like a radio station. The memory of eating every single shard, the taste of near limitless energy. It was as clear as day, and not something I could ignore anymore out of misplaced fear.

I touched my gem and felt it, a dull sense like rubbing a fingernail or one's own teeth. There was a feeling but it wasn't very strong. There was something I didn't see though, where had the other half gone, what was I not seeing?

I muttered nonsense, rubbing my eyes. I didn't need as much sleep, but I still liked lazy days where I slept eight hours. Which had become rare even before becoming part Gem.

There was a break in a nearby song, something like pain, like terror and self loathing given voice in once calming melodies. There was the sound of air being parted, a fuschia blur entering the kitchen.

I didn't remember entering the kitchen, but I did remember the despair plucking my heartstrings. I looked at her, looked at the unusual burst of strong feeling from a more even emotioned Flowers. She was not calm but calming.

She was a mess, nursing a cup of ambrosia, Diamond ichor diluted into a drink. It was blue-white, a calming draught. The moment it hit her lips, the odd ticks, the way she shook in place seemed to just…calm.

"Flowers?" I had never seen her…so vulnerable before. She stepped back, looking almost ashamed. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't, I shouldn't…it's not worth bothering you over." She sniffled, her one eye watering and her song wavering. "I try not to…" she trailed off, as if what she was saying was forbidden.

"What? Do you keep all your negative vibes out of sight or something?"

"…"

"Oh." I approached her, lips pulled into a frown. "You don't have to do that, you know, no one is happy all the time." Didn't I know it?

"And what? Do you want all the juicy details of my misery?" This was a more acerbic side to Flowers. I kind of liked it, it was a familiar dynamic.

"If it's not something you can talk about then don't." I clarified. "But I like to think we're friends, I don't mind seeing all your facets." She seemed…like she didn't believe what I was seeing.

"I'm not sure…"

"You know I'm not going to suddenly get obsessed with fixing other people's problems right? I'm not Steven…no instead you have the problem of having a lazy apathetic little shit as your Diamond." My laugh was bitter, something curdling in my stomach.

"You're not that bad." I smiled, just a hint of sadness in my musing.

"That. That's why I want to be friends with you, you're always kind to others. Considerate, and smart too." I complimented, unable to help myself. "You're not perfect, but I don't mind…just being here for you. If you need it."

God that was cheesy wasn't it? It felt out of character but…I think I wanted to reciprocate her kindness, her friendliness.

She was blushing.

"Okay." She followed me back to the living room. I patted the seat next to me on the couch. She leaned against me, resting her head on my shoulder. There was a shuddering pulse from her chest, a hollow sound. She gripped my sleeve, claws cutting against skin. Or they would have if my skin wasn't harder than her razor sharp claws.

"Umm…do you want a hug?" I asked, not wanting to be presumptuous. She whispered a yes with a weeping song. To my shock she crawled into my lap, and I held my breath, shocked at her boldness. She rested her head more firmly into the crook of my neck, close enough to catch the lilac and cherry blossom aroma of her form. She had some big hair… it was really soft too.

Where do I put my hands?


Flowers predicted my predicament, and placed my hands right above her hips. Why she didn't put them on her back instead I have no idea. It was rather quiet aside from her stuttering song, and my own heartbeat. It beat but not like it did before, distant but strong, a drum of thunder and dull explosive thuds.

It wasn't the heartbeat I had before, it was alien, it was strong, it was thunder mixed with a distant electric song, folded over one another into a single whole.

I purred, letting my power roll over Flowers, giving her a measure of comfort aside from my touch. "Am I helping?" It was a shy tweet of a song. Here I was, holding a pretty lady in my lap.

"A little, you're very warm and comfy." She put her face on my chest, humming.

"Watcha doing?"

"Your heartbeat is nice." Was all she said.



She seemed resigned. "I…my life hasn't always been peaceful," stating the obvious there. "With the war…I lost a lot of friends, and they didn't go peacefully…" There was something haunted in her eyes, in her very soul. "And of course I see the future, there's quite a few Sapphires who've developed Seer's Madness."

"Seer's Madness?" I asked, but didn't demand.

"It's an affliction my caste can develop, the sheer number of possibilities can drive us to do strange or crazy things. Though almost all cases are a result of defects or outside forces. Post-traumatic stress is one of the more common causes," she explained, tightening her grip. "We lose ourselves to the path, not wanting to deal with true reality."

"Mama Mathers, Gems had to learn how to deal with powers like hers the hard way didn't they?" I didn't voice my concerns on what that meant? How many Gems suffered as her victims did. Because of the shards of the Entities. "You…you were hurt a lot weren't you?"

"Yes I was." She sounded so tired.

"Hmm…" I pondered, and as I pondered I shifted my form. She let out a muffled yelp. I thought being Brenda for a bit would be more comforting, having more curves and all. I adjusted Flowers, and she rested her head on my bust. Which I umm…I didn't think this through huh?

Where was I going with this?

"You don't have to give me any more details if you don't want to. We can just talk."

"…would it be alright to know more about your family?"

"Yeah…I don't mind. Well, I've got a mom and dad. They divorced a while back. I've got a younger brother, about nine. A half-brother from a second failed marriage on my dad's side."

"I want to ask but…"

"Please don't. I have a number of unresolved father issues I prefer to keep under wraps."

"Go on then."

"I've got a few aunts and uncles, some cousins like…"

I eventually lulled myself into sleep with my own voice, along with the sound of Gemsong from Flowers.
 
Scintillation 4.b
Scintillation 4.b

Six fingered hands brushed against inert flesh, interlocking mountains of reflective black crystal seamlessly mixed with yellow-brown fleshy stone. Extending out for hundreds of miles, extending into dozens of dimensions, above and below the garden of flesh.

His skin tingled with the familiar sensation of passing through dimensional barriers, thirty long years of memory not failing him even after nine years of being home. In his mind he was beyond glad he had published his research, on the supernatural, on the nature of the multiverse and dimensional travel.

He was glad they had opened portals to a select number of alternate worlds, and that his knowledge of multidimensional beings had proved useful in defeating the Wyrm.

Stanford Filbrick Pines shuddered, and watched as a solid cube of inert shard was piled up into the gaping maw of an Atasian cargo ship. Atasian ships were hulks of grey and black metal, some the size of yachts and others were kilometers long monsters capable of detonating cities and small countries with a sweep of a pulse laser.

The Tuscan Beast had once been much larger, the size of five Earths distributed across two dozen universes, but it's core essence was only across three universes, and it was those they had burned away. The Tuscan Beast was a fragment, a face connected to a single colony at the edge of the border between Gem and Atasian space. It had then created relays to expand its reach across light years, before being rooted out and destroyed first.

He still remembered it's surprised scream when the first of the Corrupted had broadcast their rage and terror. The faster than light relays had proved to be vectors for the infection, and it had been a blessing just as much as it was a curse.

The Dreaming Death didn't kill them, it merely corrupted their data, and the shards of the Wyrm lashed out. A thousand planets had been destroyed in this universe alone. He knew of several realities who had sealed off dimensional passage to further confine the Wyrm, and his contacts had mentioned that warnings of the Black Wyrm's species had been sent off across nine thousand dimensions.

Not that any of the other Entities could fold into their realities anyway directly, Ford still hadn't figured out why their dimensional travel was so inhibited when entering into their set of universes. The Black Wyrm had only succeeded due to a metaphorical chink in the armor.

Twenty eviscerated Entity corpses the Cascans were staying clear of in Andromeda were evidence enough of the multiversal barrier. The mathematical principles reminded him of the equation for Weirdness Magnetism, but seemingly in reverse. Keeping things out rather than attracting and keeping things in.

And ignored the trillion death cries reported across the known cosmos, supernova distress broadcasts only accessible to Imago-stage Entities.

Stanford rubbed his face, adjusting his glasses as he suppressed some of his darker thoughts and paranoia. A pulse of reality shift brought a brown haired young man into his presence, and he refocused himself.

"Ben, how is the investigation going?" He spoke informally, no point in decorum during the climax of an intergalactic war.

"Way better than I thought it would, we found his entry point into our universe."

"What did you find? Tell me quickly!" Stanford pulled out an item from his Infinity Belt, strapping an omni-computer onto his wrist. "And if you've taken any scans, pass me the data!"

"Hold your horse's old timer, at least give me some time to breathe." The paranormal investigator backed away, keeping his excitement in check.

"Sorry my boy, but it's rather important we begin piecing together the clues of how all of this started." It would be nice to be able to sleep a little better at night, it would be better to… not see a wriggling mass of crystal tearing a planet in half, as it tore a hole in the Nightmare and died screaming.

Ben shrugged. "Fair enough. Gwen managed to get the pieces together with the help of a few Sapphires using past-sight."

Stanford flinched. He knew how unreliable such visions were, time didn't like being pulled back into the bottle as it were. They were made to look into the future, that was their magic. It was easily possible to see possible pasts rather than the truth, and they could never look as far back as they could into the future.

But certain Gems could look farther, like Padparadscha Sapphires at the cost of delayed future vision or weakened future vision. Which was why they remained rare.

"What did they find?" He was curious, damn it.

"There's traces of something big and weird, and something you know a lot about."

"The multiversal barrier? It's confirmed?" The scientist leaned forward. There had been theories over the last few why the rest of the Black Wyrm's kind hadn't found them.

There were traces of magic, sciences and sorceries never explored by any species he knew of. And it was on a scale he couldn't even begin to make sense of, it was a barrier much like the barrier around Gravity Falls but a trillion, trillion, trillion, trillion, trillion, trillion, trillion times larger in scale.

It wrapped around the multiverse like a shroud, an Orrery of Worlds in the endless dimensional sea. The worlds of the entities were the center of the bubble, with the chaff of trillions of mundane dimensions acting as the film.

"Albedo and Gwen both found traces of some of the most powerful magic and hyperdimensional invocations they've ever seen. And we've been to places like Ledgerdomain and Gemworld. "

That…that was not a good sign.

"Can you describe their findings?"

Ben rubbed his face, a deep sigh leaving his lips. "It seems like there's some mix of a natural and artificial barrier between our realities and the realities the Entities exist in. Magic messes a massive amount with their power on it's own but…" in an instant Ford got the implications.

"Something intentionally made it harder for the Black Wyrm's species to enter our dimensions." It was a breakthrough after years of research. "They applied magic and science on a cosmic scale and…they left the cracks on purpose." His voice broke.

The Entity, the Black Wyrm, had been honeypotted. It was all so clear for him now, the entity had met resistance with every step, it's control over dimensions was weakened, slowed, it's future sight interfered with across billions of light years of space with the precaution-weapons of Gemkind. They were so focused on the Gem Empire they didn't realize their shards were too close to hundreds of advanced alien civilizations including the Level 15-20 civilization of the Galvans.

It's shards had been consumed, half of it by the new Diamond(wasn't that novel?) and the other half by an unknown. His attempts to ask the To'kustars had been stymied, as if they didn't want to speak of it. As if they knew the truth and felt it best be hidden.

"We…don't think it's wrong—" The scientist cut him off.

"Yes, yes I'm simplifying. It's possible the multiversal barrier was made with certain restrictions on how expansive it is." He theorized that the barrier had been made much smaller, and that it grew exponentially with the cosmic wave that had started some seven billion years prior to the present. A Weirdness Wave, no a Godwave that had rushed past at hyper-FTL speeds.

It was only a theory, based on limited accounts from dead precursor civilizations, supposed legends of strangeness as a wave of light encompassed the skies of their worlds.

"You think something, someone trapped the gaps so that if anything like it came through they'd get killed?" Stanford grinned at the Plumber's conclusion. He was a smart kid, and had to be when he's been dealing with aliens and supernatural phenomena for seventeen years now.

Especially when he lacked equipment other versions of him didn't.

"It's a likely scenario, the main question is why…what did that Sunrise boy call it?" He paused before starting again. "Why did Abaddon survive when twenty others of it's kind didn't when they found a gap in Andromeda?"

"No. The better question is why did they die when Abaddon didn't?" Ben crossed his arms, and Ford blinked. He's not wrong.

The twenty Entities had all been planning to meet up with Abaddon until it had changed its course. They had all arrived right after half of it's shards vanished into the ether. And then ceased to function, every dimensional link torn apart by who knows what.

One Entity had heard a distress call from the Andromeda group, and had been mass scattered less than six months ago. It was an enormous creature, larger than the Pair and the Loner combined. A predatory subspecies from a faster, more violent cycle.

Jheselbraum the Unnerving had personally witnessed a swarm of the beasts dying, her foresight briefly blinded by a radiant light and a shadowed dark.

"We're going to have to find out what happened to the other half of the Black Wyrm's energy." He began to type into his new device, the proto-tool was a miraculous machine and good for any occasion or situation.

He received a message, and Stanford scowled.

"Trouble?" Ben asked, the twenty six year old raising an eyebrow.

"Project Pink Sunrise has hit a few snags, though conveniently the Thinker is already dead." Ben started. "It switched it's main precognitive shards mid-flight and hit a few thousand Earths."

"That wouldn't kill one of those monsters."

The Pines man agreed with him. "A knife to the fragile network core guided by an unrestrained precognition shard and decades of taking apart her core was what did her in." It was sounding more and more like there was a third player, some unforeseen factor in the war.

"You taking the Zeta Tube?"

Stanford absently nodded as he took notes, kicking aside a flaxen colored pile of limbs. Zeta Tubes, what fascinating technology. Quite frustrating that it took fifty five years to become commonplace.

He stepped on the metallic platform, and activated the machine. In a blink of golden light, he stepped across space and time, particles and waves of strange energy creating a connection across two thousand some light years.

The Zeta Tubes were a human and Rannian signature, convergent technologies that connected their worlds. Humanity had spread across a handful of stars, bringing with them the weirdness that marked Earth. It has given people like him a lot of work.

He toggled his Infinity Belt, and stepped to the right world. They hadn't figured out the trick to using Zeta Tubes to step between worlds. But it was only a matter of time.

He stiffened when he felt something slam against his mind like a bludgeon before it was repulsed by both his titanium plating, and his mental encryption program.

Nasty little bugger isn't it?" One of the Whalers commented, a Garnet fusion. Stanford nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked down.

There was a massive sprawled out mass of flesh, folding and unfolding like a living tesseract. It was a ruddy red, unlike the distorted obsidian of shards of the Black Wyrm. Though there were a small number, odd foreign elements that had similar coloration.

"This is a rather unruly shard then?" He spoke up, watching as the continent sized entity struggled against the spectral chains. "Someone has to be providing active psychic shielding…" He muttered to himself, and there was a mental knock on the door.

Oh. I see, hello John.

"It's a powerful telepathic being Stanford, and was connected to multiple hosts, a dangerous slaver cult." Stanford grimaced, he knew Paired-led organizations easily fell into atrocities and true horrors due to the nature of the Star Wyrms.

"This data, are we dealing with what we fear?" Because haha, it looked so much like that shard, that Wyrm-led fragment. The one which nearly killed his family.

"A fragment of an administrator shard, most of the whole was broken apart across several dozen worlds." John confirmed from just out of sight. "A piece of the Thinker."

John stepped into the light, laboratory light burning against smooth green skin.

Stanford sighed. "It's been two years. He still hasn't woken up?"

"No." He remembered that day, the look on the Kent's faces.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

Eidolon hung silently over the Earth, powers moving out of reach while others fell into place. He was flying using a gravity manipulation power, slivers of altered space and time. Gravitational shear shields protected his body from immense forces, and it wasn't an uncommon power to pop up now and then.

A perception ability, one that could let him see across a wide electromagnetic spectrum, and even across adjacent dimensions. An offensive power, the ability to generate blasts of red lightning imbued with a partial-nullifying effect.

It had worked well to punch through the defenses of a burgeoning S-class threat, a self-replicating tinkertech creation which had eaten it's maker, and had powerful shields even Alexandria had a part time cleaving through.

His perception power shuttered like a camera, as dark clouds suddenly rolled in on a completely sunny day. The gloom covered the entire horizon, the wind pushed forward by the wall of vaporous water. He narrowed his eyes and rose on a spinning spiral of gravity waves. He could see something in the clouds, a faint glitchy shadow in his perception.

He rose up, and the shadow moved. He broke the sound barrier two times over, and yet the shadow far exceeded his speed. Eidolon entered the cloud, easily seeing through the mist. He had already guessed a cape wanted to talk to him, and since they hadn't attempted to use the storm against him…

Regardless he dropped his lightning ability for a mental shielding ability, a malleable white energy used to block certain powers for himself or even others.

Today was a good day for him in the power department.

The dark clouds parted to reveal a complete unknown, until he recalled the reports of a strange case of biologically altered capes, colorful and just slightly off from the human form.

"That was easy enough," Her voice was soothing, like a whispering burst of a burbling river inside a glass vase. A pale blue woman, wearing a robe marked with dark and light blues and silver lines above an almost-white strapless dress. He could see something shiny obscured by her clothing, but didn't put too much attention on it.

He would rather get an idea of the unknown who had used her power to gain his attention. The woman was flying on wings of water, and light lensed around them to the point of scrambling his second sight. He could see how all ambient light was vanishing into her, subsumed into deeper processes his power didn't work on.

Was she… eating the light or was it some unseen aspect of her hydrokinesis?

"I've heard about the exploits of some of your friends, Atlas was what they called themselves?" He gave her a reason to respond, he hadn't figured out how so many had such similar powers. Perhaps a Trump, or a very large scale Group Trigger?

Then again he had been rather distracted and had missed several urgent reports on them. Dealing with half a dozen S-class threats tended to distract a person now and then.

"And Cauldron is what they call your friends, yes?" Eidolon kept himself from attacking the 'cape' on the spot. Even as he realized this Atlas was much more knowledgeable and much more dangerous than he… they had originally expected.

"What do you want?" But while he didn't think she was hostile, he wasn't going to play nice either.

"To talk mostly, we share a common enemy." There was emphasis there, and the clouds shifted to make the shape of a familiar being to him, and he felt chills down his spine.

"You know." He stated rather than asked, keeping his powers in check.

The being nodded with an enigmatic smile revealing far too many teeth for him. He spent a moment thinking, trying to figure out what exactly the Parahuman wanted from him.

He decided despite himself to follow his gut. "Perhaps we should take this somewhere more private?"

She raised an eyebrow, bemusement rolling into her odd sing-song voice. "Preferably your troubleshooter should be kept at a distance, I'm sure a tough guy like you can handle someone like me. "

"Door me." Was all Eidolon said, and a golden rimmed portal opened in space. Her knowing smile grated, but there was a hint of something like empathy. "Step through, and any sudden movement can be taken as hostile."

She shrugged, and the clouds shrugged with her. His power immunity ability was looking more useful with every passing second.

They stepped into another world, and it shut behind the strange blue woman. It was a random Earth, as far away from Cauldron as possible. The fact she seemed so at ease told him a lot on his own. She had a way of getting out of this, something he wasn't seeing.

Access to dimensional teleportation, tinkertech keyed to her signature or a power inmate to her. They had come from another reality. He could see a flicker of something with the dimensional viewing capabilities of his All-Sight.

"How much do you know?"

"Oh we know lots of things, about Cauldron, about the agents, about him and his counterpart. We needed the information when we chose to come here, we don't need a knife at our back waiting to fall."

"I don't understand." His power curled around him like a cloak, and he waited for the being to elaborate.

"I'm sure you've noticed some of our handiwork on Mars?" His blood chilled, because using his power had painted a more precise image. A bright smudge, light emitted from Gale Crater, and what looked like a terraforming experiment on a planetary scale.

And the trouble Thinkers were having with the planet didn't improve his mood or his concern.

"Atlas is responsible for Mars?" That scale of environmental alteration was beyond almost any Parahuman power he could think of.

"Not exactly no," Her song curled with borderline smugness. "But it's been nice to dismantle a moon for the process, once that was done I was sent to make contact with the only people in the know."

"Your hydrokinesis destroyed an entire moon?" That was a disturbing amount of power, and he shifted his sight for another power. It would take time to grow into it's full strength but he would have an extra option.

She giggled. "A small one, a version of Mimas. Terraforming a dry planet and lubricating new tectonic plates takes a lot of water."

"Before anything else, is there a name I can call you by?" Having some information was better than nothing, and he was already pushing it.

"Calcite Inclusion Lapis Lazuli Facet-BD19 Teardrop-Y12, but my friends call me Argent." Unsaid was that he couldn't call her that as a total stranger.

"Lapis Lazuli then." He replied back, and breathed as his power settled. "What exactly do you want from Cauldron, from us?" Whoever she represented, this Lapis Lazuli had been on Mars and moved between planets without anyone noticing. Moved between dimensions too, and they had stayed under the radar until Atlas had revealed some of their nature.

"You want to kill the remaining Wyrm, Scion am I correct? Before he destroys Bet and countless other worlds?"

"We do." He admitted, because whoever this woman was. She knew far more than was safe for anyone to know.

"Then our goals align, my…organization has been working to defeat the agents and their source. We have a far greater knowledge of how they function, and how to defeat, subvert or even completely destroy them."

"I'm starting to think I'm not the right person for this."

"Grab whoever you need, I can wait."

"Door me." He spoke quickly, leaving the woman stranded and never letting her out of his sight all the while.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to not have Contessa with us?" Eidolon questioned Doctor Mother's decision as she arrived with Alexandria as her guard.

There was a frown on her face. "This Lapis Lazuli interferes with her power, she'd be little help. She's better suited to keeping a path to evacuate us in case the woman proves hostile."

"And her claims on what they've done with the agents?" He asked, keeping an eye on three new powers. A near inviolable skintight shield capable of nearly limitless acceleration. A precognitive power reactive to danger, and a blaster power, a space swapping beam capable of tearing apart matter and energy.

"It's not impossible, if her organization is responsible for Mars their technology must be far superior to our own." She sounded disgruntled, and Eidolon understood that frustration. Having a sudden unknown emerging without alerting any of the hundreds of thinkers including Contessa was…

Concerning.

"Stop." Alexandria whispered, and Eidolon shifted his attention to the landscape he had left the Lapis Lazuli in and blinked.

There was a large lake where there had once been a dead craggy plain, and pillars of stone had been carved into abstract shapes.

Did…she really decide to make art while she was waiting?

"Oh. I didn't think you would bring the Doctor herself, sorry if I didn't get to tidy up. I got…restless. I thought this place would make a lovely lotus garden, and brought a few souvenirs." The blue woman dropped down with real weight, the ground shuddering at the impact.

A brute power too? An augmented body like some Case 53s?

"Souvenirs?" Alexandria shielded the Doctor, but he could hear the interest in his friend's(were they really friends after all they had done?) voice.

She opened her hands to reveal a small shard of rock and ice on the left and a rusty red stone on the right. She passed the rock to Eidolon, who grabbed it with a projection of the inviolable shield wrapped around his body.

"I picked that up on Mars about…ten minutes ago? On my way back from Jupiter." Eidolon got the implications rather quickly.

Alexandria shifted. "Are you suggesting you can travel faster than light?" It had been maybe half an hour since he had stranded her in this dimension.

"How else would we get to Earth in our reality? Which was about about seven thousand years ago? I wasn't around back then."

Alexandria seemed resigned, as if now certain of something. "So you really are an alien, you don't breathe, you don't blink either." Alexandria noted, and Eidolon agreed. There was something almost unsettling about Lapis Lazuli's appearance. Her body shape was just a little too segmented, her teeth were pointed and predatory, and her fingers flexed with sharp claws.

But that alone didn't prove anything, it was the mannerisms, the way she spoke, the way she moved, the way she was.

Doctor Mother narrowed her eyes. "Our organization was built to fight against an alien menace. So why reveal your alien nature to us?"

"Because there's no point in keeping secrets that don't need to be kept, and because humans have made excellent allies in our reality. They even developed dimensional travel all on their own." There was a story there, she was leaving out a lot. "And we're more like you than we are like them. " There was disdain, and it was even more unsettling how similar she was to humans.

"If you're the representative of an alien civilization, why do you need us at all?" The Doctor questioned. Her expression is carved like stone.

"Because we're quite busy stopping fires across the galaxy, and require access to the counterpart for a source of shards to hone in on the remaining Hub." She crossed her arm over her curving chest, almost cutely pouting. "Some of our harvesting methods tend to be highly destructive to agents…we lose a lot of data in the process if we're not given peace to work more effectively."

"What can you tell us now?" Eidolon added his own input.

"Your Asura, your Endbringers are holding back considerably in technique if not so much in power and are incapable of being killed by any single power. Their bodies are cosmetic, crystalline matter growing exponentially stronger up to a certain point before tapering off near the core." Alexandria's eyes widened, and Eidolon felt his world view shift. "The moment too much damage is caused, their strategy will become more complex. Behemoth will simply gather kinetic energy and collapse the city or generate nuclear explosions, Leviathan will hide and create numerous water echoes, operating in a stealthy and brutal manner. The Simurgh can copy Tinkers and has a far greater range, and her scream is purely aesthetic."

Fuck. Have they been toying with us all these years?

"You said no single power can damage them, can a combination of powers do so?" Alexandria questioned.

"Space and time manipulating powers work the best, excellent candidates include Damsel of Distress, Phir Sē, Chevalier, Siberian." Eidolon glanced over to Alexandria, her expression unreadable. "The most effective would be Flechette or one of her clustermates, her ability would destroy the core with a single shot if the outer armor is pried open by another power."

The Doctor scowled. "The Endbringers would never let us get to that point." It was an obvious conclusion, if the Simurgh used her precognition she could warn the others of a particular power combination beforehand.

"Not with the minimal resources your humanity has access to, we don't have that problem…but keeping out of Scion's sight is still necessary even with the numerous precautions we've taken." There was a grimace on Lazuli's face. "Then there's the fact that there remain at least seventeen dormant shard clusters ready to be assembled into Endbringers to counter whatever strategy was used to kill a slain Endbringer."

Seventeen.

They never stood a chance did they?

"Your knowledge of Scion and his species. Where does it come from?" Eidolon found himself asking, demanding of the woman.

Her expression blanked, and he felt the rage in her ringing song. "Let's call it personal experience…"

" What? " Alexandria hissed.

Her smile was sad. "Did you think the pair was the only example of their species?"

"There's another entity, another like Scion." Lapis nodded in reply to the Doctor.

"How bad is it?" Eidolon felt like the world was ending, they had been lucky to kill one, and Scion was still almost an impossibility, a third would be the extinction of humanity.

Her smile became a savage, vicious thing. "We've destroyed three out of four of the Wyrm's hubs and avatars, and it made the mistake of not calling for others of its kind. We've stolen their powers for our own use, and have means of shrouding ourselves from their sight."

"And your universe's Earth could be in the line of fire when Scion begins his attack." Alexandria deduced, rolling her shoulders. "And you spent time gathering information for your campaign on our planet."

"We have a number of information gathering abilities from my own species and from exceptional individuals of allied species across multiple galaxies and dimensions."

"We?" He wasn't sure if the question was from him or one of the others.

"The Gem Empire," she said dismissively, and Eidolon frowned. "While you might not be able to verify my claims, I hope you're not too skeptical."

"What are you allowed to tell us?" Alexandria continued the interrogation.

"We have a general knowledge of Scion and his powers, abilities and weaknesses. Few as they are."

"…" They all went silent while Lapis Lazuli continued.

"He's kept a limited but absurdly powerful suite of abilities, primarily confined to his role as the Warrior of the pair, lacking the sharper, more dangerous intellect of his partner. His main power is the power to negate any wavelength, a toolkit shard. It can be used to negate the effect of most powers, and can be scaled up to destroy Endbringers and entire continents. He has clairvoyance, capable of perceiving across dimensions and looking from the senses of his own shards."

She wasn't stopping and Eidolon didn't know how much worse it could be.

"His body is a mere avatar, a projection to the planet's worth of mass he's made of. He can shift between realities at will, and has access to his own precognition, a less restricted version of Contessa's power."

And that was worse.

I think I broke them.

Argent gave the immoral organization a few minutes to speak amongst themselves as they reeled from the revelations she had been ordered to give. Not that the Empire had much of a moral high ground. They had brought the troubleshooter in, and she picked up the whispering song of Oneiros doing her job of subverting the shards.

The Eye was the last untainted seed of the Black Wyrm among the pair's shards, and they didn't need it for anything besides what Fortuna could do. They would isolate the central awareness, and based on a number of factors would either let it live or destroy it.

Destruction was a probable outcome, such a power was too tricky, too dangerous to be allowed to continue existing. It's ability to path the possible future made it a dangerous power, and one that couldn't be trusted off the bat.

The troubleshooter squinted, and Argent could tell an array of tricks were sliding off her form. All Gems had a natural insight into the future, Sapphires were simply better, more refined, a mesh of possibilities dense enough to form true images.

"I can't path you." Contessa declared, and Argent rolled her eyes.

"The Eye can't path us, and that's rather necessary to avoid Scion's sight as well. Why else would he ignore an entire planet being terraformed?" Ignoring his apparent depression, which Argent found both amusing and mildly pathetic. "I'd rather talk to you than your shard, little one."

"I'm a grown woman."

"And I'm four thousand years old." Argent barked back. "I won't be long anyway, we only require access to the corpse. This isn't a true alliance, merely…a setting of terms."

"How much power can you have to set terms for us?" Contessa brushed back her hair in a perfect manner.

"I destroyed a moon, remember? And none of you have interstellar warships capable of orbital bombardment. We could simply knock down the Moon in several dimensions if we were inclined to planetary destruction. Or plop down a Storm Geode and churn the land and oceans into a murky mud sea."

No she wasn't being threatening, anyone who said that was a liar. Totally.

Obviously.

"You could have just taken our base couldn't you?" Contessa asked, eyes lighting up.

"We're still debating whether or not we should just take your base. You did commit a fair number of horrific crimes…though it's not like we have the moral high ground."

Destroying hundreds of thousands of planets, and horrific crimes against sophont beings tends to make one the bad guy. It was only the last seventeen years that they stopped being perceived as nomadic planet killers. That the war with the Black Wyrm hadn't returned them to the old state of things had been because of Aster Diamond's changes and the will of three hundred and forty trillion Gems.

At least no horrific experiment had been necessary to learn the inner workings of the shards, not with humans like Doctor Pines and aliens like the Galvans on their side. Not like these poor(stupid) humans with no resources or advanced enough technology to defeat alien space gods.

"This Gem Empire, what are they willing to give in exchange for access to the corpse?" The Doctor returned to her leadership role, eyes narrowed.

"Vials with no chance of deviancy, and strong powers sounds like a useful exchange. Or how about access to worlds for evacuation once Scion snaps? Or perhaps we can provide a few quadrillion tons of resources? Rebuild the planet's infrastructure once the Endbringers and Scion are dead? Contact with alternate Earths with far superior technology outside the range of any shards."

"You really think you can do it don't you?" There was shock in Alexandria's voice, just a hint of hope.

"I killed an Asura myself, Charybdis."

"Your name for Endbringers. You killed one?" Alexandria approached her, floating up to her altitude.

"Charybdis, the Drowning Storm. Something like a mix between Behemoth and Leviathan but far larger. It was from the Black Wyrm that the dead counterpart learned about the concept of using the Superweapons." Argent wasn't paying as much attention, and created a wall of water, the surface becoming reflective like a mirror.

The mirror reflected her memories, revealing a battlefield, a maelstrom of destruction and death! Gems, humans, aliens, beings of flesh and metal and light and magic and energy. Dying, breaking, fighting, surviving.

A shadow emerged, a twisting serpentine black mass, with whirling wheels of teeth and hundreds of voids called eyes, surrounded by waves and storms miles high, sinking continents with a vicious, almost sadistic glee. Three Lapis Lazuli's fought desperately against it's terrible power, including her past self.

Lightning scattered against the sky, distorting the colors of the world. Argent remembered that day, where a thousand Gems had been shattered and later made Unbroken. So many had died more permanently, crushed to dust or simply stopping as many were organics.

Her past self held a human made gun, a long grey body and a great blue bulb at the end. A weapon built to kill the Dreamer, the Isosceles Nightmare, the demon king defeated by the Zodiac and by the hands of Aster Diamond.

There was a roar of silence, a beam burning in all the colors of nothing and everything. It struck the exposed core, and there was a moment of quiet. What came next was a consequence of what the core was.

A lensing spatial anomaly extending into hundreds of realities, warping of space and mass compressing over a planet's worth of matter into a single point.

So what happens when the altered physical laws are forced to snap back into normality by a weapon designed to kill a chaos god?

There was a flash of light, narrowly redirected by machinery left in place for that very purpose. Even so.

She was nearly shattered in the blast, using miles worth of water to absorb the energies. But the petaton-scale explosion cracked a continent, and destroyed most life on the planet.

"You aren't planning to do that on Earth Bet, are you?" She gave Eidolon a look that screamed 'are you nuts?!'.

"Of course not. Our Asura-killing methods have been refined after killing seventy seven of them." She had heard the good news about the destruction of Selket the Venomous. "But first we need to locate their birthplace, disabling future Endbringers is a preferred scenario."

There was a rumble, a barely perceptible quake across realities. The Cauldron members paused, and Eidolon stiffened.

"Your people have gone after the corpse." The Doctor didn't sound surprised, and Argent rolled her eyes.

"If you meant we're attacking your base, that would be a no. Though they did mention something about discovering an isolated vein of Entity flesh. Hmm…perhaps they've begun drilling." Drilling into Shardspace was one of the first objectives to treat the infection of an Entity, and allowed more openings for subversion methods. "Our offers still stand, subverting the network would prevent deviants regardless. We have thousands of evacuation dimensions, losing one or two dozen to your worlds isn't a big deal." It was a bit annoying but there were thousands of Earths they had discovered, some with people, others without.

"And how can we trust you to not do what's best for your species?" The Doctor stared at her with distrust.

Argent gave her a sad smile, but not pitying, just sad. "Because doing what's best for my species alone is a good way of getting us all killed. We can't afford going at this alone, we're part of a coalition across hundreds of species, across several different realities." She pointed out, claws flexing out in frustration. "If we afforded needless selfishness, needless need to control and corral, your world would be dead along with all of ours."

There was a shift in the air. "How?" Alexandria demanded, fists tightened in a harder than steel grip.

"You know what happens when one of them finds an interesting space faring species?" Argent took a deep calming breath despite not having lungs. "They call up more of their kind, ten, twenty, maybe more creatures like the counterpart, and with the uniqueness of my dimension, maybe hundreds or even thousands. They'd find your world…and perhaps see if they can't get two more Entities into the fray."

The Doctor showed horror, a brief tremble passing through her. For Argent it was the first sign of weakness from the leader of Cauldron.

"You don't want us to get in your way, is that it?" Eidolon spoke up, fists clenched. "You want us to turn a blind eye to your activities."

Close but not quite. "We don't want to step on any toes, and we don't care to have ties with your organization either. You'd be a noose around our necks, and none of your data is anything new or exciting."

"A noose?" Alexandria flew closer, Argent narrowing her eyes.

"What do you think will happen to the Protectorate and the PRT if Cauldron and it's crimes are revealed?" Her song was dead, twisting with hints of anger. "Any organization you've worked with would be tainted by association." Something like distaste couldn't help but be expressed in Argent's song

She remembered the Corrupted, their broken, ragged screams in tandem with the world. Just. Breaking.

"A setting of terms and nothing more." The Doctor echoed.

Argent nodded, and she kept her sadness hidden when she glanced over at Alexandria.

Why did she have to share your face…?

In the distant wilderness of the White Mountains, there was a hint of something in the air, as energy and strangeness was concentrated into a weak point in the dimensions, a natural weakness, cracked open further by time, and strange warpings in the fabric of reality.

A silent, invisible wave of weirdness spread from space to space, from life to life. It was a slow trickle, from the moment the Loner had crossed, cracks into a more fantastical world.

A hotspot had been born, where the barrier between worlds was thin, providing an energy, a form of force from a greater and higher reality. The trees were a little more alive, the air caught with magic and life and raw dimensional forces. Any and all it touched were just a little tougher, just a little more refined, as souls grew heavy with the primordial energies.

That six year long trickle had shifted the paths of countless agents, and every so slightly, daily and nightly. Things change, just as they stay the same.

Now the trickle was a stream, spreading out across unknowing worlds and realities. In countless colors, in countless wavelengths and frequencies. Fundamental concepts, fundamental forces of reality given strength and purpose and power. Harmonious connective energies given a place to extend into.

The wolves howled with more strength, a subtle glow of power as the concepts surged into their flesh, empowered by their spirits, by their sealed away energies. Another world layered on top of them, layers of higher existence connecting with the lower material layers.

The Spirit World, the Dream Realm, the Ephemeral Plains, the Sphere of the Gods. A world beyond knowing.

A convergence of worlds, a crisis across infinite Earths. A trickle turned into a raging river by the warm, life-giving alpenglow of a young Starheart. The universe was waking up, unseen hands shifting existence.

But the time was not now.

But it was coming.

Author's Note: You know, I thought about the Gems being more subtle. Up until I remembered that Gems are not that. We're talking about people who hollow out planets, who sing and cry and cry while singing. Subtle is not their thing.
 
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