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The Pink Diamond surveyed her latest campaign from orbit. It took a lot of research and development to make this view possible, but to see the light show below? Worth every Currency. From this heavenly vantage she could see every bombardment, every burning city, sometimes even a strike from her own vessel against a particularly stubborn entrenchment, and there was no shortage of these on this miserable rock. She had half a mind to depopulate this one completely, ship any survivors off to her less morally upstanding allies for their impudence… And yet she couldn’t help but admire their refusal to roll over, their dedication to what they believed in even unto extinction. Would that all of Homeworld’s citizens could be so devoted.
The doors behind her crashed open, though the tiny little gem that emerged from them couldn’t have opened them alone. “My Diamond! Empress!” she huffed, clearly worked up over something as she saluted and keeled appropriately. Pink for her part said nothing, simply turning just enough to look over her shoulder at one of her trusted seers. “Forgive me, please, but I bring grave news from the ground campaign.”
Pink scowled, but her countenance soon softened again, at least enough to be clear there was no ill will to her Padparadsha. “Elaborate,” she commanded.
“Th-there’s been an accident… I don’t know for sure but something happened with our bombardment, one of the shots hit our own troops, hundreds are dead and more are casualties-”
“That’s not my concern, there are lower ranks that can deal with such incidents. I suggest you report to the guilty party’s commanding officer and inform any next-of-kin.”
Padparadsha stammered and squawked before at last mustang words once more. “I-I-I did, m-my Diamond… and I am.”
“...What?” That can’t be right. “What do you mean ‘you are’? That-” No. No chance in hell. There is no way THAT happened. “I thought your visions were accurate, why are you implying this- this heresy!?”
Padparadsha shrunk away as if it would protect her. “I-I didn’t see everything, but the only thing that could have hurt her was an orbital strike!” she whimpered. “She was there and then there was so much fire… and smoke… and pain…” Even remembering this clearly pained her, but Pink was in no mind to care.
“Those… those…!” Words failed the Empress. Conscious thought fell by the wayside. Only revenge remained, only death to repay death. She didn’t even bother to dismiss her seer as she broke down her own doors, thundering down to the siege batteries with vengeful intent.
Glowing pink eyes scoured the message again and again, hoping - nay, demanding - to see the hidden message within that simply wasn’t there. Her grip clasped around a garnet’s neck as the last call of her kin burned into the screen.
“Cut off STOP surrounded STOP overwhelmed STOP phoenix rising STOP”
Phoenix Rising - the ultimate sacrifice, the code to bombard one’s own position. Pink’s glower swept the assembled gunnery crew, all of them having been knelt down and clutching the backs of their heads as if facing or forestalling execution. Some of them were wounded in the scuffle, and a pile of stones in one corner signified the Empress’ current capacity for patience. They’d all sworn up and down that they’d only followed the orders of their superiors, and even pyropes weren’t about to defy commands from one of Pink’s own. But who then? Who could be at fault for this? This doesn’t just happen! Pink’s children do not die!
“The sapphires…” Pink Diamond breathed, shaking her voice apart as her grip tightened, popping the poor pyrope’s body like a paper bag. “The sapphires! THE SAPPHIRES! I’LL HAVE THEIR GEMS FOR THIS!” she shrieked, buffeting the deck. “I’LL GRIND THEM INTO SAND MYSELF FOR THIS!”
A scoff from the door interrupted her diatribe. "Tsh. I thought you were a fair and just ruler, Pink!” came an interjection from her purported peer the Yellow Diamond, her eyes hidden behind an opaque visor. “Yet here you are ordering executions on a whim. What of trials? Of juries? Of due process? Even Blue wouldn't sink that low."
In an eyeblink Pink had released the pyrope’s gem and seized Yellow by the collar instead, dragging her down to eye-level. "MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD BECAUSE OF THEM! BECAUSE OF THEIR FAILURE!" she howled, starting to damage the hearing of her audience. Yellow as always seemed unfazed.
"Would you execute a doctor for failure to save a life!? A constable for failure to make an arrest!? A general for failure to win a battle, perhaps!"
“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE!” Pink wailed, her image of an indomitable goddess amongst women peeling and crumbling into the childish petulance that defined her life in the prior era. “You don’t know!” her sobs choked out, dissipating into Yellow’s chest. Streams from her own visor went unnoticed.
“I know EXACTLY what it’s like,” Yellow quietly rumbled, her tightening grip around Pink suddenly growing evident. “And I don’t care how powerful you’ve grown, you will NOT dictate my emotions!”
“YOUR emotions-!? My DAUGHTER-!”
“With me, Pink! Your daughter - WITH ME!” The clasp of Yellow’s gloved digits dug deeply into pink’s young supple arms, perhaps even enough to hurt. Their eyes met again, pangs of… something turning the Empress’ insides as the streams on both their faces caught the light. “That’s Moissanite down there, Pink…” Neither of them wanted to say anything after that, and neither of them did, for now. Pink’s visage contorted with torment and loss, staining her lover with hologrammatic tears and mucus between sobs and coughs alike. Yellow was harder to read, admirably struggling to prop herself upwards as the rock to break on, the shoulder to cry on, as she always had done. For a moment they were people - not ideals or authorities or goddesses amongst women, but agonised, bereaved people.
And then the moment passed. “You-” Yellow cracked, choking for a moment before shoving her grief back down just a little longer. “You need time to heal.” Turning to address the gunport Yellow made her orders to everyone present. “Your Empress requires dignified private grieving for our loss today. She will retire to her quarters indefinitely. All others present will be escorted to the brig for interrogation and debriefing. I-” Another crack. One that wouldn’t go back down. Yellow pulled Pink out of the room, guiding arm around her shoulder as her last choked-out order weakly emerged from her mouth: “I have to recover her gem-” Cut off by a barely-stifled sob of her own, no more words would leave her for quite some time. With their departure, a detachment of prison guards - topazes, quartzes of all stripes, even a bismuth - flowed in behind. Nobody was willing to resist, not after the pain they had dealt unto their Diamonds.
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