Post by Green Calcite on Feb 23, 2017 2:30:34 GMT
"No, there has to have been some sort of mistake."
The short-statured Gem scientist ran her hands through her thick mess of hair, cold sweat trickling down from her forehead and catching in her visor. She stomped down one of the many corridors, pushing past idle-handed Quartz soldiers, further muttering to herself. There must have been an error.
"I'm sure of it. I'm sure of it!"
Calcite suddenly doubled back on herself, turning back the way she came. Surely there was a mistake - she would turn back around and demand that her superiors remedy it immediately! But then again, Calcite spun back around, toward the airlocks that led to the lunar surface. Her superiors never made mistakes.
"...Perhaps they wanted to send another Calcite to Earth's surface? No, no, that's entirely too improbable. There's not a single Calcite more qualified for a mission such as this than myself. Argh! Why do I have to be so good at my job?!"
Calcite pounded her fists on her head, berating herself for being so talented. She struggled to understand the merits of a mission to Earth. To be more exact, she struggled to understand the merits of sending her on a mission to Earth. She was one of Yellow Diamond's very many and very expendable top strategists! How could she sit back and watch this happen?
"And-- And where is my assistant? Beryl! Beryl-0B5W Cut-6CS? You will report to me this instant!"
Calcite knew full well that this particular Yellow Beryl specimen was so much more than just an assistant to her at their shared stations, as they were so close to each other on the social caste that Calcite had no real authority over her. As a matter of fact, her Beryl had proven in the past to be an invaluable asset and a good friend. Of course, she would never admit to such a thing. She would claim that the only use she had for the lanky Gem was the fact that she could reach things that Calcite otherwise could not.
"Oh, Beryl, I feel faint!"
Calcite, mere feet from the airlock, clutched her hands over her gem. Her breath came ragged and heavy, even though she had no need for breath. It was an annoying little quirk she had picked up from extended observation of the humans from the safety of Pink Diamond's moon base. She was hyperventilating regardless.
The short-statured Gem scientist ran her hands through her thick mess of hair, cold sweat trickling down from her forehead and catching in her visor. She stomped down one of the many corridors, pushing past idle-handed Quartz soldiers, further muttering to herself. There must have been an error.
"I'm sure of it. I'm sure of it!"
Calcite suddenly doubled back on herself, turning back the way she came. Surely there was a mistake - she would turn back around and demand that her superiors remedy it immediately! But then again, Calcite spun back around, toward the airlocks that led to the lunar surface. Her superiors never made mistakes.
"...Perhaps they wanted to send another Calcite to Earth's surface? No, no, that's entirely too improbable. There's not a single Calcite more qualified for a mission such as this than myself. Argh! Why do I have to be so good at my job?!"
Calcite pounded her fists on her head, berating herself for being so talented. She struggled to understand the merits of a mission to Earth. To be more exact, she struggled to understand the merits of sending her on a mission to Earth. She was one of Yellow Diamond's very many and very expendable top strategists! How could she sit back and watch this happen?
"And-- And where is my assistant? Beryl! Beryl-0B5W Cut-6CS? You will report to me this instant!"
Calcite knew full well that this particular Yellow Beryl specimen was so much more than just an assistant to her at their shared stations, as they were so close to each other on the social caste that Calcite had no real authority over her. As a matter of fact, her Beryl had proven in the past to be an invaluable asset and a good friend. Of course, she would never admit to such a thing. She would claim that the only use she had for the lanky Gem was the fact that she could reach things that Calcite otherwise could not.
"Oh, Beryl, I feel faint!"
Calcite, mere feet from the airlock, clutched her hands over her gem. Her breath came ragged and heavy, even though she had no need for breath. It was an annoying little quirk she had picked up from extended observation of the humans from the safety of Pink Diamond's moon base. She was hyperventilating regardless.